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Chapter 944 What is the relationship between the Plague Lord and the Plague Maiden?
silence.

A silence.

Silence as death.

As early as the golden wings were floating in the air and making sounds, several visitors from the Kingdom of Eagles had already turned around and bowed down.Hear half and freeze at the same time:

The female snake's enchanting figure lay on the ground like a snake, her head was half raised, her neck stood there as if it had been petrified.For that arc, Gretel felt that she needed to have a cervical spine adjustment at any time;
The two Golden Eagle fighters knelt on one knee, put their right hands on their chests, and bowed their heads deeply.On the left, the younger Traka swayed, and quickly supported the ground with his left hand;

The one on the right, the older one, holds up fairly well at first.When he heard "Lord of the Plague", he turned his head abruptly, then quickly turned back to face the Golden Wing, his spine made a clicking sound...

Not to mention that the big chief of the Kestrel tribe has protruding eyeballs, staring like two small light bulbs;

The Great Witch Ji of the Black Panther Tribe grumbled in his throat, but couldn't even utter a word;

The great chief of the bison tribe slowly opened his mouth wide, his lips opened and closed unconsciously, like a big fish out of water.Gretel reckoned that he was either muttering "the youngest son of Thor" or "the Lord of the Plague"...

The eyeballs of the small and medium-sized tribes, chiefs and great witch priests cracked and popped all over the ground.

After a long day of silence, Priestess Titlan finally took a deep breath and lifted the petrified state.She turned around, restrained her charm for the first time, and bowed her head solemnly to Gretel.Put your hands on the ground and bend down gracefully:

"I offended you. Unexpectedly, you are actually a son of God..."

Hey!
do not do that!

I'm really not the son of Thor!
How on earth did you translate, from the glorious Holy See to the Kingdom of the Eagles to the long-distance transmission of magic spells, three passers four passers, translated "the youngest disciple of the Lord of Thunder" into "the youngest son of the Thunder God"!
If this level of translation is sent to a publishing house, it will be called back and re-edited, and it will not be reviewed if it is not completed!
"Thunder God's youngest son...Thunder God's youngest son...hahahahahahaha..."

During the telepathic connection, Cerilla laughed wildly.

Gretel really doubts that if it wasn't for telepathy, she would be able to laugh until she was out of breath... not necessarily, the lung capacity of the Dragon Clan is still very large, and she might be able to laugh for 10 minutes without stopping. of.

After a quick glance back, Bernard's face was stiff and the corners of his mouth twitched;

Mr. Balensimo looked confused, and his whole body exuded the breath of "Who am I? Where am I? What did I hear?";

The aboriginal boy Raton stared at him with eyes full of admiration, and stars could float out of his pupils...

Although... this translation... can't be said to be unreasonable...

Gretel thought for a while, maybe the natives didn't quite understand what "Lord of Thunder, Legendary Mage" meant, so they directly translated it into Thunder God, and then the little apprentice became the youngest son?
Well, as a legendary mage who has transcended mortals, he can kill the demigods of the New World...or gods, so it can't be wrong to call him Thor.But, the youngest son of Thor, this is too much!

There is no divinity in me!

Complaining frantically in his heart, Gretel could only nod his head stiffly, making "hmm" and "oh" sounds that didn't make sense.Then, quickly bring the topic back to its original position:
"So, can we continue to discuss the cooperation plan?"

"Okay, Lord Son of God." The priestess saluted meekly.She knelt and sat on the ground upright, bowed her head, raised her head, straightened her waist, and sat up straight.The entire spinal snake fluctuated for a round, and it looked particularly pleasing to the eye, truly worthy of the title of "female snake".

Gretel just wanted to cover his face:

Just let this thread go, please!Don't call me Lord Shenzi anymore!If this title is passed back to the Kingdom of Kent, the society will die!
"Wait a minute." Beside the priestess, the young golden eagle warrior Telaka suddenly interrupted:
"How do you prove that you are indeed Thor's youngest son?"

"Traka! This is the oracle!"

The priestess scolded in surprise.Traka bowed his head to apologize, but his tone refused to budge:

"I'm sorry. Of course I dare not question the oracle—it's just that what we sent back was to ask the identity of 'Great Nordmark'. But how do you prove that you are Great Nordmark ?”

To prove that I am myself?This is easier than proving "my mother is my mother", especially when you have an ID card... Gretel was about to touch the mage's badge with his backhand, and he touched it with his hand, and he was stunned on the spot:
The prerequisite for the mage badge to be effective is that two mage badges are swiped against each other, and the information entered in the badge can appear; or swiped on a specific machine in the mage tower, the information can appear.Now there is only a mage badge, who will touch it?

"As you said, you came from afar, and those who know you here and know your original identity are all your followers." The Golden Eagle warrior bowed slightly, with a solemn tone and a sincere look:
"This cooperation is so important that we have to be extremely cautious. Sorry, apart from the narratives of you and your entourage, is there any way to prove that you are indeed the youngest son of Thor?"

I... I can't prove it.I'm not the teacher's son, but his little apprentice. I really don't have such a thing as divinity in me...Gretel turned his thoughts quickly, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, raised his hand, and wiped it casually:
A ray of thunder came out of his hand, turning into a white cat the size of a palm, and landed on his palm silently.The cat's body was silver and white at first glance, but at closer inspection, each hair was a small lightning bolt, jumping and stirring non-stop.

Gretel stretched out his hand to scratch its chin, the cat closed its eyes, raised its head to enjoy it for a moment, and rolled comfortably in his arms.

There was no sound in the huge temple.The chief and the warriors were a little better. The priests, who were more sensitive to energy and mysterious power, stared at the silver kitten, their hairs stood on end, and subconsciously held their breath.

Gretel lowered his head and stroked the cat.Once, twice, until Serila looked a little impatient and snatched the silver cat away, he raised his head and asked with a smile:
"Excuse me, does this count as proof?"

"Of course!"

The priestess nodded quickly.What a joke, that cat looks petite and light, but inside its body, it contains endless tyrannical and destructive power.If those silver-white thunderbolts are released here, one in the temple will count as one, and they will all die!
Who can restrain Thunder's power to such a degree, and even endow it with wisdom, if not Thor? !
She stared at the kitten reluctantly again, and Cerilla seemed to feel it, and raised her head to stare at her.The priestess quickly shifted her gaze away, not daring to provoke the girl who ate the golden light as a snack, and said with a smile:
"Dear Son of God, please forgive our ignorance..."

Farewell...Grete's eyes went dark, and behind him, "chichi", "chichi" laughter rang out again.

This wave is really going to kill the society, I hope this joke will not be spread back to China, and I hope Mr. Balencimo can keep his mouth shut...

It's a pity that he can't go back and tell his companions now.Not to mention exhortations, before the complaint was over, the priestess gave him another blow:
"May I ask you, as the Lord of the Plague, what is your relationship with the Plague Girl?"

"puff……"

Behind him, Cerilla couldn't help laughing.Gretel felt a tightness in his chest, and stars burst out in front of his eyes.

Lord of Plague... Lord of Plague... Lord of Plague is just a joke!joking!Don't pull me together with the plague girl!

That kind of thin girl in black, the fly is the skirt, the mosquito is the streamer, the miasma is the makeup, the natives are condensed from the fear of the disease, and the one who controls part of the power of the plague, I don’t know if it is a totem god or some other demigod... …

Don't use it to compete with me for CP!
"I have nothing to do with the plague girl." He replied with a sullen face:
"I was born, raised, and became a magician in the Kingdom of Kent. I came to the New World for the first time in my life. I arrived here three days ago. I have never set foot in the area ruled by the plague girl—what do you think I have to do with her? You Say?!"

Following his questioning, the silver kitten jumped up from Cerilla's lap, leapt forward, and landed on Gretel's shoulder.He raised his paw, waved it forward, and let out a small "meow".

The fundus of the eyes, the tip of the claws, the electric light flickered.A faint stench wafted through the hall in an instant.

"Master Shenzi, please don't get angry!"

The priestess bowed down again in panic.Stretch your hands forward, press your forehead on the ground, and say softly:

"We don't intend to offend...we just want to know if you have a part of the power of the plague, and whether you can take this power away from the plague girl..."

Gretel sighed.He raised his hand slightly, wanting to rub his forehead, but finally put it down:
“[The Lord of the Plague] is a joking statement. It means that my research on the plague has gone one step further than others. In fact, the direction of my research is mainly why the plague occurs, how to block the infection, and these disease prevention and treatment.”

He thought for a while, wiped the space bag again, and took out a stack of periodicals from it.Open one by one, put it on the floating plate, and push it towards the priestess:

"It's mainly these papers. Because I did this kind of research, the elders said it jokingly once, and it was spread, so it became this nickname."

The priestess looked up, eyes full of confusion.As for the two Golden Eagle fighters next to them, and the high priests farther away, they even subconsciously leaned back to avoid the floating disc.

One side is afraid, and the other side is eager to try.Gretel has seen several people put their palms down and up, lift up and down, wanting to grab a book, or tear a page:

"Is this your reward? - Put it on the plague girl, or burn it in front of her, can you take away her power?"

Gretel quickly recalled the floating disc.With a wave of the hand, all the periodicals are stuffed back into the space bag, and they will never be released!
"This is just a thesis! Thesis! It's the research results I wrote! It's these things that really stop the spread of the plague—"

He pointed to the vaccinia vaccine next to the priestess:

"To mass-produce, I can't do it alone, I need a lot of assistants!"

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