After saying that, he strode away. The dungeon, which was not supposed to be windy, suddenly had a strong wind, raising his mage robe high. It should have been a boss-level aura. It would not be surprising even if he brought some BGM.

I was completely shattered by the glimpse of the custom-made white undershirt inside.

There seemed to be a portrait of someone printed on the back of the sweatshirt.

Hey, the dead otaku is so perverted.

It was not easy... uh, or should I say it was easy to get rid of suspicion and come out of the dungeon?

"Damn it, I was tricked. Are you sure that guy is Benzi Na from 30,000 years ago? His character was already so bad 30,000 years ago?"

"I think...probably...Nana, whether it was 30,000 years ago or now, has a very good character..." Tia's eyes slightly tilted to the side.

Look into my eyes and speak, my substitute! Does your conscience really feel pain when you say this?

"Anyway...anyway, there must be some misunderstanding. Why don't we try it again."

"You're still here? Didn't you listen to what that guy said earlier? If I'm caught again, I'll be burned at the stake."

"Have peace of mind, you can't be burned to death with Fanfan's strength."

"Are you worried about this? Are you not going to deny that I will be burned at the stake?! Are the Horadric wizards all crab-legged disciples?" I was shocked, Corporal Tia, I think you want to retire early?

"Excuse me……"

A timid, weak, childish and cute voice interrupted Tia and me.

The owner of the voice, an inconspicuous rag doll in the corner, stretched out its upper body and was looking at me with its shining eyes of glass beads.

"This strange gentleman talking to himself against the wall..."

"???"

I was about to retort, but I saw Tia trying her best to make a silence gesture to tell me not to speak.

"Please accept my apologies!"

After saying that, the little rag doll came out from the corner and bowed to me.

"Wait, who are you? Why do you need to apologize to me?"

"It's all because of me that Mr. Weird was arrested. I'm really sorry. I was so scared that I subconsciously pressed the alarm..."

Saying this, the ragdoll bowed gracefully several times in a row.

I rubbed my temples and finally got some ideas.

So this guy is Benzina? Or the Benzina from 30,000 years ago?

Such a doll?!

So the doll is hereditary?!

The average number of puppet masters per capita of the Horadric tribe?!

"Of course it's impossible, Fanfan, you idiot, this is just a puppet controlled by Nana." Seeing me, I was shocked at first, then suddenly realized, and finally showed a disgusting expression again. For some reason, Tia finally understood.

I quickly explained my spiritual journey.

Actually, I'm more curious about how you figured it out.

While I was complaining in my mind, I didn't forget to deal with this strange doll at my feet.

"My actions were too presumptuous. A friend told me that as long as I do this, I can get your highness the princess's favor."

Hearing what I said, the doll covered its small mouth and let out a few shy, dignified and reserved melodious chuckles.

"Is that so? Mr. Strange seems to have met a strange friend."

Isn't it? There is even a strange doll.
Chapter completed!