Chapter 241 (1/2)
The bark monster has changed back to the sweet fruit neighbor, and the spider monster has changed back to the tailor neighbor.
Ah Er also changed back to human shape. Silently, he dug a handful of soil from the ground and pinched it into a big shape.
”What's going on just now? Something wants to kill me?”
The tailor's neighbor looked confused and stretched out his hand to touch him.
”Who can frighten us to show our original shape except the village head?”
The fat man muttered, took out a bottle of fruit wine from his pocket, poured it down, and was surprised.
”But why does the village head want to kill us?”
”I'm a good villager! I won't say a word when he picks my fruit...”
Sweetheart fruit said the neighbor with a wronged face.
”What did he find?”
A Da asked in some panic, and the silly smile on his face was frozen.
The fat man was steady enough, frowned, carefully afterthought the feeling just now, and then said:
”No, it shouldn't be that bad.”
”The killing intention just now has no clear directionality. It will only be felt by us if it leads to the present world.”
”People with weaker strength can't even notice it. They think the village head is incompetent and furious...”
Sweetheart fruit and the tailor's neighbors listened, nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.
Ah Da, who has just been promoted, said he didn't understand.
”I shouldn't be the only one who didn't understand?”
He asked a little embarrassed.
As a result, ah Er next to him nodded, indicating that he didn't understand.
I don't understand, of course you don't understand!
The fat man had to patiently explain:
”In essence, it's very simple. The village head doesn't know why he suddenly loses his temper and wants to kill.”
”The village and the world outside felt his killing intention, made some reactions, and we noticed it.”
”This is a kind of intuition that you will have only after you are promoted to level 12. You can vaguely detect something unfavorable to us, just as you can vaguely hear someone mention your real name.”
”But the village head doesn't really want to kill us, but the guy he wants to kill has something to do with us, so we will react.”
After listening to this explanation, ah Dacai relaxed and showed his usual giggle on his face.
”I see. I've just been promoted. I don't quite understand these things. I have to follow you and study hard.”
”But my real name is very long and awkward. I have to read it in ELF language. No one should know it.”
”It's all right. You can prepare a 'respected name' for yourself, which has the same effect.”
One side of the sweet fruit neighbor warned.
”Like me, there was a time when people called me 'the Lord of life and plants'.”
”Of course, it's useless now. With the retrogression of my rank, this honorary name has become invalid.”
”If I had a chance in the future, I would probably give myself a respected name like 'Lord of sweetheart fruit'?”
He said half jokingly and half seriously.
”Er... Is it necessary to respect your name?”
ADA asked with some curiosity.
The fat man still plays a good teacher and patiently answers:
”As long as you stay in the village honestly, it's not necessary for you and me. It's mainly used to fight against worldly exclusion.”
”The more people recite your name, the clearer the existence and mark left in this world...”
”However, if too many people recite, they will be more seriously excluded because their existence is too clear.”
”Do you think it's funny? But this is the rule of the world.”
The fat man said, pointed to the sweet fruit neighbor and continued:
”This unlucky guy, and the one you elves once believed in, is suffering from this way.”
Sweetheart Guo Lin gudun put on a pair of qualification of holding his head and squatting, and said with a cry in his mouth:
”Don't scold, don't scold, you'll be stupid to scold again!”
The fat man smiled and said:
”Fortunately, there is also the village head. He opened up this shelter, so we don't have to care about this problem.”
”However, honoring the name is of no use to us, but it will be a little help to our immature generation.”
”I intend to tell her my name when she is more mature, so that in case of emergency, let her recite my name, and I can provide her with some help.”
The tailor's neighbor nearby was surprised:
”Eh? How can you still keep your name? How did you survive so long to know the village head?”
The fat man smiled again and asked:
”Didn't you see it just now?”
People couldn't help thinking of the golden skeleton with severe hyperosteogeny.
It is quite different from the simple villager image with a big belly, a big head and a thick neck.
But... There's still something wrong!
Sweetheart fruit's neighbor was the first to notice and quickly said:
”Wait, that's wrong! That was not your noumenon at all, it was just a holy thing!”
The fat man smiled without speaking.
Ah TA was careful and noticed another detail.
”But now we lie to the little girl about the Lord of order. If you tell her other names, won't she doubt it?”
”Don't worry. I've already considered this.”
The fat man looked confident and continued:
”My name is not a modern language. She can't recognize it.”
”And at that time, we can pretend to be the angel for the village head to sit down, so we won't offend the village head.”
The tailor's neighbor immediately objected.
”Angel? Isn't this appropriate? I think it's better to call it village head and village bully?”
Sweetheart's neighbor shook his head:
”The four village tyrants under the village head? How does it sound like the rural black and evil forces?”
These people argued for this meaningless title, and the more they quarreled, the more serious they became.
Only ADA felt that he was different from their joys and sorrows and seemed out of place.
He cares more. Why is the village head suddenly angry?
Who provoked him?
That man still has some connection with himself?
After thinking about it, only the great philanthropist Walsh met the conditions.
He is the only person who has some contact with himself and may provoke the village head.
So ADA decided to reverse this connection and give the goods a little punishment as a warning.
He poked himself gently in the chest.
At this time, Walsh, a great philanthropist in the imperial capital, was participating in an afternoon tea.
Beside him sat several fashionable and beautiful imperial celebrities, as well as some prominent figures in politics and business.
We had a good talk.