"Click, click, click." Saen stared at Pennis, and his hard fingers grabbed the smooth facial bones, just like a human being who relieved the embarrassment when there was nothing to say. After staring for a long time, he nodded and said, "Click, click."

"Saen said, are all creatures in this era as interesting as you speak?" Sila also sighed and translated: "Or, only exceptions like you can reach this level?"

"Of course I'm an exception, hahahaha, who else can have a better sense of humor than me?" Panis proudly patted his chest, saying, "People like me are always special."

"Okay, this special gentleman." Even if Sila was just a ghost, she couldn't help rolling her eyes and said, "Have you finished this story?"

"I was surprised by your reaction, much better than I expected." Panis did not answer Sila's question, but instead changed the subject: "In my vision, you should not be as calm as you are now."

"How to say, your story is indeed surprising. We have also been surprised and excited, but now our mood has been adjusted." Xila smiled, her smile full of vicissitudes: "From your understanding of us, we should know how long we lived in our lifetime. Although we didn't remember most of the things we had during our lifetime after the recovery, part of our mentality was still preserved. How could we lose our calmness for a long time because of a story? Hundreds of thousands of years, people we have met and experienced have experienced too many things. If we cannot calm ourselves down at any time, we would probably have gone crazy long ago. So, although your story is surprising and even shocking, and the content is related to our most concerned about our master now, it can only reach this level. How, in your expectation, will we be very excited because of the identity of the master? Or do you think you are heretical because of your doubts about your master's current state and treat you as a heretic attack on you?"

"What do you think? If the person who told the story is not you two, what you said may not have happened." Panis asked back: "If you don't talk about the ordinary people of the undead, just talk about the leaders in the tavern now. If I tell them this story, wouldn't they really break up with us on the spot just because I insulted and suspected the gods you worship?"

"Click click."

Just as Sila's body was flickering and she didn't want to answer this question, Saren found an excuse for her in time. The female ghost hurriedly used translation to hide her embarrassment: "Saren said, your story is very interesting, but things outside the story seem to be more interesting."

"Hey, you two are joining together to change the topic, right?" Panis curled his lips, and did not continue to pursue his interest. He asked with the flow: "Don't worry about whether the story is interesting or not. What's important is how do you view this story."

"Do we think? Or Saren's opinion? But our opinion should actually be similar in essence." Xila asked back: "Or should I ask you, what do you want to know?"

"Everything is OK," Panis said casually: "Tell me whatever you want."

"Click click."

"Haha, I think so too." Sila nodded to Saen and turned to Panis and said, "We probably know what you are asking. In our opinion, this story is interesting, but that's all. For us, it's just a story because you can't come up with any evidence to prove it, not to prove your conjecture, but to prove the authenticity of the story."

"Click click."

"Yeah, yes." Xila nodded again and said, "Usually, you don't need to consider that you will use deception methods in such matters, because it is too easy to expose them. For the current world, what happened a hundred years ago is definitely a sensation. If you say it is true, you will all be heroes, especially the victim is even more heroes. Just a little understanding can confirm the authenticity of your story, so deceiving in such matters has no meaning. However, the situation is different now. The news between the two worlds is closed. Even if your story is all fabricated, it is difficult to expose it. Moreover, the time is not enough now. Once things happen, even if you expose your lies, it will not work."

"I think it can still be verified." Panis said: "Don't you have your own information channels? You can even know what the door of death has been opened once. It's not difficult to verify the authenticity of the story."

"The opposite." Xila shook her head and said, "The door to her hometown has been opened. It is an objective fact that happened. It is easy to understand. However, your story is a rumor, and it is difficult to verify it."

"I understand." Panis groped his chin thoughtfully and said, "It seems that your source of information is the six skeleton undeads."

Xira closed her mouth and stared at Panis's face seriously, obviously not satisfied with it.

"Sorry, I'm used to it." Panis said with a wry smile: "I don't mean to test you, it's just a habitual thinking."

"Click click."

"Okay, Saron forgives you, I will forgive you." Sila was not angry at all, but was just a little dissatisfied. At this time, she returned to her usual expression and translated: "Saron said that judging from your performance just now, you are not like a reckless person. You cannot tell us this story without considering the credibility of the story clearly. So he thought that you may have other ways to make us believe your story or have other purposes. Even if we do not believe your story, your purpose can be achieved. So, which one is it?"

"I just said it, that's just a story." Panis spread his hands: "I think about it if it's true or not."

"Click click."

"I understand." Xila nodded and said, "In other words, if you don't ask us to believe, you can achieve your own goals. What is your purpose? Of course, it refers to the purpose of telling this story. This time the answer will not be about going to the appointment. I don't want to listen to the conversation just now. Well, I said the last two sentences."

"Purpose?" Panis chuckled, "The purpose of storytelling is of course seeking help."

"Click click."

"What to help? How to help?" Siladaisan asked, "Also, why do we help you?"

"Of course it's because of this story." Panis suddenly closed the joking expression on his face, and finally became serious. He sat upright on the stone steps and whispered: "I have a request, or a request."
Chapter completed!