The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

To my surprise, the eleventh apostle Saint Michel did not become angry. On the contrary, he looked at me calmly and said in a deep voice: "The pretender is the source of chaos in the world."

Frowning, I wondered: "But what does this have to do with me?"

"You are also a member of the world, you can't avoid it."

Michelle's voice seemed a little ethereal, as if he was using his soul to speak, but judging from the change in his mouth, it was not.

Then, there is only one possibility, his voice is mixed with other powers, for example, the power of awakening.

Although the sound mixed with power is convincing, I still don’t believe in Michelle, mainly because he said that I am also a part of the world, but I am not from the devil. I can say that he Is a liar.

Just when I was slandering Michelle in my heart, he opened his mouth again: "You don't believe me, you think I'm deceiving you, don't you think you are not from the devil, do you not belong to the world in my mouth?"

After listening to the last sentence, I was shocked: He actually saw through my thoughts? !

This is a bit scary.

Michel continued: "Although you are not from the devil world, your planet still belongs to this universe. Since you are still in the universe, you cannot escape from this world. Therefore, you are also a member of this world and cannot be avoided. ."

"But what does the pretender have to do with me?" I asked again: "Even if it is the root cause of the chaos in this world, it should be eliminated by a strong person like you who can distinguish it."

"This is true" Michelle did not refute, saying bluntly: "But this is not our task, it is the responsibility of all human beings. Once the pretenders dominate mankind, even our power, Not enough to fight."

I listened with a big head, and my eyes twitched and said, "So, are you here to pull me in?"

Michelle shook his head: "I just persuade you to be loyal, I hope you know, be cautious, don't believe the lies of pretenders."

After all, the figure flickered and fled away.

From appearing to leaving, Michelle's behavior, words and deeds, is always mysterious, making me feel like a cloud and fog.

However, the ‘pretender’ he mentioned still makes me very mindful.

The apostle is not stupid.

This is my experience summed up through a period of contact.

And this experience does not require authentication at all, because their identity has proven everything.

The apostle is the supreme ruler of the demon world, and the ruler belongs to his own territory.

If such a guy is stupid, how can he convince other apostles?

I believe that no apostle is willing to work with an idiot, because in this way, it is equivalent to an apostle equal to an idiot.

Since you are not a fool, what you say, at least on such a serious occasion, must not be appalling nonsense.

In other words, there are indeed ‘pretenders’ in the Devildom.

And Michelle said that the pretender is the source of the chaotic world, and the universe belongs to this world. In other words, the pretender not only exists in the Demon Realm, but can also exist in the Hefeng Continent... or even any one. A living planet.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but be surprised and confused: if it is as I thought, what kind of existence are the pretenders?

"The pretenders are just a group of beam jumping clowns" Casillas suddenly said: "As long as you can always hone your knife skills to the peak, no matter the pretenders or even more powerful enemies, they will be vulnerable. "

"I understand this." I nodded: "Indeed, as long as it is strong enough, there will be no threat to my existence anymore, just...what is the pretender?"

"The pretender...this is a very old topic, you can ask the troubadour."

"The troubadour knows pretenders too?" I asked, thinking that Casillas just didn't want to explain to me what pretenders were.

"They know a lot."

......

After walking with Casillas for a while, he got off the locomotive and walked on foot.

According to his words: "The locomotive is not conducive to the swordsman to hone himself."

Casillas really deserves to be a master swordsman, not only is powerful, but every move in life is constantly spurring him.

But I don't like this kind of ascetic exercise. I prefer regular exercise. This kind of exercise will make me relaxed and happy.

As for the locomotive, I think it is still very necessary. This kind of transportation tool can save energy without delaying the journey. It has not too many advantages.

If it weren't for Master Dewey's express order to forbid me to bring back these advanced life science and technology products from the devil world, I wish I could bring back every high-tech product.

Arrived in the next town at noon the next day.

Stop first, then find a place to eat, then book a hotel room, and finally ask the boss where there is a troubadour.

The boss is very enthusiastic and drew a road map specially for me, and the destination was an ordinary family.

Knocked on the door twice, and the one who opened the door was a middle-aged man with a normal appearance and a dense beard.

He asked me who I was looking for, and I confessed my intentions directly. Seeing that I was honest and without a weapon, the middle-aged man turned aside and let me in.

This is a simple but beautiful house. It is different from the old appearance. The environment in the house is clean and warm as a whole.

Looking roughly in the house, I asked the middle-aged humanity in a deep voice, "Are you a troubadour?"

"Right" middle-aged humanity: "We are a family of troubadours."

"That's great," I said, "You tell me, Casillas introduced me and asked me to find the bard for information."

"Who is that?" The troubadour stopped, wondering.

"Fourth Apostle, don't you know?"

Suddenly, his eyes widened and he was dull for a while before murmured: "It turns out to be... the special envoy of the Apostle."

"Special envoy?" I was taken aback when I heard the words, but then did not refute, but smiled and nodded, acquiescing to his false impression.

Although this is a fake identity, there are times when a fake identity is far easier to act than a real identity.

The middle-aged man didn't dare to neglect, so he greeted his wife to make tea, and called the children at home to wait.

I was overwhelmed by his warm hospitality. After a dozen minutes before and after, I took time out and said, "No need to be so troublesome. I'm just here to ask you some questions."

The middle-aged man nodded and said to his wife and children: "Get out."

When only me and him were left in the room, I said, "Dare you know what the pretender is?"

"pretender?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man looked terrified and subconsciously warned: "What does the envoy ask this, what do you mean?"

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