diymy Chapter 99 Are you human?
Chapter 99 Are you human?
Chapter 99 Are you human?
Linem has little ability to take care of herself. In order to prevent her limbs from becoming weak due to prolonged sleep, she only maintains minimal activity when she is awake.
She finally obtained Wahdien's permission to use the cookbook last year after repeated requests and persistent pleading.
However, they do not provide kitchen utensils, arguing that it is too dangerous.
All the seasonings were readily available, but Linem had to use magic to divide the ingredients and cook these childish snacks using her palms as iron pots.
Nan'an Suiyue roasts sweet potatoes by hand on a whim.
Linem, however, had no other choice.
Her hobbies were almost nonexistent; her only way of connecting with the outside world was through reading. However, Nan'an could imagine that the books sent to the tower were most likely heartwarming fairy tales.
To avoid disrupting the effect of Linem's dream, it is estimated that only basic introductory versions of magic-related books were selected.
"What has Linem thought about what she would do after leaving the tower at the age of 30?"
"Pare, the fairy paradise!" Linem exclaimed without hesitation. "The book says that the sky here is always blue and sunny, and there are lots and lots of tiny fairies—hehe, fairies are so cute!"
"Besides Parley?" Nanan asked again.
"Scale Ruins!" Linem exclaimed excitedly. "The book says that Scale Ruins is full of sparkling sequins. I want to see it."
Nan'an kept rubbing his temples.
Suiyue lowered her voice: "Where is this again?"
"The Siren's Graveyard," Nan'an explained. "When a siren dies, it undergoes a molting process, shedding half of its scales, including those with powerful magic that trigger incantations. The siren stores these scales separately, calling it the 'Scale Ruins.'"
Suiyue sensed something was wrong.
"What, all the places Linem wants to go are death traps?"
Paley is an eternal paradise that fairies can only return to after they die.
Linxu is simply a large tomb where the deceased's identity is symbolized.
Nan'an asked with a smile, "What other interesting things are recorded in Linem's books?"
Upon hearing that Nan'an was interested in the book collection, Linem immediately began to chatter, rattling off a list of dishes as if they were her most treasured possessions.
The foot of Dragon's Roar Mountain is said to be the place where the primordial dragon awakened its magical power, and it is also the soul's final resting place in the hearts of all the dragons that exist today.
According to the local troll legend of Black Moss, when a body decays and returns to the earth, it will first undergo the tempering of time with the tenacious black moss. After 10 springs and summers, it can regain its flesh and blood and return to the world.
In the myth of the Primordial Blood Pool—the dominant blood race of Nora—the cradle of the blood race was born, a boundless ocean of blood, mixed with the flesh and blood of various races.
Suiyue is sweating, while Nan'an remains silent.
Linem's dishes are all unique, each named after a place associated with death from various mythologies and legends.
There's definitely something wrong with the books Vahdion sent; he's subtly diminishing Linem's fear of death.
To transform these myths into easily understandable fairy tales, Nan'an didn't believe he hadn't put in considerable effort to create a secondary work.
Nan'an sighed: "If you don't want to go to the places in the book, where would you like to go?"
Linem suddenly fell silent.
"I want to go home—I want to know why Linem's parents didn't want her anymore—"
Nan'an suddenly didn't want to ask any more questions.
Linem is about the same age as Suiyue, but her mind is no different from that of a ten-year-old child.
Telling her that "your family doesn't welcome you home" is too cruel.
After saying a long string of words, Linem muttered softly, "So tired."
Nanan had previously sensed that Linem wasn't a chatterbox.
The act of having a conversation was very mentally taxing for her.
But she was so bored from being locked up that she desperately wanted to release the pent-up emotions she had accumulated over the years.
Now that its energy is depleted, it closes its mouth and enters a low-power standby mode.
It's hard to imagine how she dealt with her communication needs before meeting Nan'an—was she perhaps creating another version of herself and having a dialogue with it?
"Lenem, are you still there?"
"I'm—" Linem said weakly, "watching Nan'an and Suiyue grilling something—it's fun."
Nan'an imagined the two little figures busily wandering around from the sky, their daily lives devoid of entertainment. Suddenly, they had a television to watch, and Linem must have been quite satisfied.
As dawn broke, the "prison" trembled.
The commotion was unusual, so Nan'an immediately broke away and returned to reality.
The chair kept tapping lightly on Suiyue's bedside, making a "creaking" noise.
Nan'an pressed it down: "I didn't know it could also be used as an alarm clock."
Just as they were about to wake up, the giant Rubik's Cube produced a new small Rubik's Cube. He casually stuck it on the back of the chair, and the other person obediently turned into a small, crystal-clear card.
The Recall Chair has officially been purchased.
After giving instructions on the town's defenses and personally changing the bandages for Father Rusca, the hero of yesterday, Nanan quickly headed to Keren City.
The threat of mimicking gods and demons has led to a significant increase in the number of patrolling guards.
At each of Kren's gates, high-ranking mages wielding Windwort artifacts stand guard, striving to filter out and isolate any mimicking gods and demons.
"All that work for nothing."
Nan'an didn't understand. Didn't the people of Yaoxiao inform that divine ruler that the Wind-Fleece Grass was ineffective?
The Ravens have arrived and are staying at the estate next to the governor's manor.
The two crowned figures who assisted Kren in dealing with the mimicry of gods and demons were also here.
When Nan'an entered the garden following the statue's clues, he found a group of people yawning and drinking a potion to refresh themselves.
The crow, however, was in high spirits, as if the long journey was nothing to it.
Despite being the oldest, he was the most energetic. He took a cup of tea mixed with fruit wine and sipped it slowly.
This is a very famous fruit wine tea in Karen, but Nan'an really doesn't like the taste.
Taking any two of the three ingredients (fruit wine, tea, and fruit wine) and combining them wouldn't be considered groundbreaking, but the combined flavor of the three is comparable to the sweet potatoes he ate back in the day—a taste he's remembered for two lifetimes.
With the introduction from the Bewitching Crow, Nan'an roughly recognized the faces and their corresponding forces.
The double crown of the elite cat's eye.
I've dealt with this Nan'an before; he's supposedly taking over Erlu's duties and becoming a role similar to Angze Yaoxiao.
The advantage is that there are many talented and extraordinary people, unlike the savage monsters who only know how to chop and slash, and the skill points are allocated more reasonably.
Following the crows is not only about learning and accumulating experience, but also about relying on their tracking abilities.
Bamboo Moon Witches.
The Twin Crowns are a newly emerging power in the last 50 years. They only open their doors to talented female mages. They are a society-like organization with two seats in the Senate.
Special Envoy of the Senate.
Observe the impact of this event and, in turn, assess the two governors, Pirion and Nornbatu.
As the head of the entire Rostarek to Kren region, Nan'an had no choice but to recount the events on the spot.
Before his arrival, the troll scribes of the Owl had already laid the groundwork; all they needed was a perspective from Soliz's own.
"We have a general understanding of the situation. Now I have a question for Manager Nan'an and Manager Suiyue."
The blonde woman speaking made Nan An instinctively cross his arms.
This person holds a high position in the Bamboo Moon Witch Guild; she is the vice president, and her name is Carly.
The crow emphasized that she was a troublesome person.
"After the incident, you returned to the town of Lianshui and rested for a whole night, only showing up now? Was it your duty as a deer that allowed him to sleep without any guilt?"
Nan'an glanced sideways at Huoya.
The crow grabbed a white bread from the table and slowly spread jam on it.
"I see."
Having figured out Huoya's attitude, Nan'an smiled and looked at the faces of the people eating at the garden table.
He discovered that neutral entities, including the Senate envoys, with their special status, chose to remain silent rather than intervene.
Now Nan'an understood even more clearly.
"Vice President Carly, are you human?"
Carly's sidekick, a busy witch, had just finished making her a dinner roll.
Upon hearing this, she questioned, "Do you think Vice President Carly has mixed-race blood?"
Nan An scoffed, "So Vice President Carly isn't some sleepless anomaly after all. I thought she was some weirdo who could explore through high-intensity black mist, return to Nora only to encounter a divine invasion, and still immediately throw herself into battle."
"If Vice President Carly can do that, then I might be the one who is not human, and you might be the one who is truly a god."
Carly remained calm and offered a nonchalant assessment.
"As a member of the Eru, your unhurried and leisurely manner does not inspire confidence."
"The public needs Elliott to demonstrate professionalism and a responsible attitude, but you are absent at this crucial moment. Is that really appropriate?"
Just as Suiyue was about to slam the "deceased person's phone number" onto the table, Nan'an raised his hand to stop her.
"The Bamboo Moon Witches are visiting Kren this time to assist in eradicating the mimicking gods and demons, right?"
"Of course, we should learn more from Elk and Cat's Eye."
As she spoke, Carly nodded to the Senate envoy and the Cat's Eye representative, as if she were well-liked.
"Then, from now on, I will lead you to hunt down the mimicking gods and demons. I will not rest, and none of you will rest either."
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"I request that a special envoy from the Senate accompany me to witness this formalistic competition where simply not sleeping is considered a contribution to Kren!"
Nan'an took the box from Suiyue's hand and gestured for her to take away all the energizing potions on the table.
Suiyue didn't care about anything else; she was determined to carry out Nan'an's orders accurately, and began the confiscation work in front of everyone.
"Why drink any magic potion? Just rely on willpower to endure it. Let me admire the double-crown master's skills."
"From now on, anyone who sleeps will be in trouble with the Bamboo Moon Witch."
"We should all be ashamed until the mimicry nightmare is eradicated."
"I suggest this: whoever is so exhausted that they want to go to sleep should commit suicide. This will definitely let the people of Karen feel your resolute attitude."
The Senate envoy coughed lightly.
"Everyone has their own way of working, let's be understanding of each other."
The members of the Bamboo Moon Witch Society looked displeased. It seemed that the Senate envoy was trying to help her out of the predicament, but in reality, the interruption of the conversation made it difficult for her to retaliate. Everyone cast subtle glances at her, silently exchanging messages.
Over the years, the constant killing has immersed most people in Erlu into a killer-type personality.
Language skills were not their forte; only Raven and Gunn could be considered eloquent, while the rest were essentially sharing their wisdom.
It's common for many Elephants to be easily provoked into a fit of rage and lose their composure on the spot in social situations.
Even if they want to retaliate, their words are often weak and ineffective, only making them a laughing stock.
Nan'an seems to be different from other Elephant deer.
He may have a fiery temper, but his thinking is never chaotic.
As his thoughts raced, Nan'an had already taken control of the conversation.
He opened the box he had brought and took out the "Deceased's Phone Number".
"This is what I gained during my journey through the Black Mist: a communication device that reflects the outline of the deceased within the user's heart."
After describing the ingenious uses of the telephone in detail, the crow strolled over and casually picked up the receiver.
A male voice came from the other end of the phone, but before he could finish uttering a single word, he hung up.
As if it was wary of something?
The senators walked around the long table and began to try it out.
Some heard the voices of their deceased relatives, while others were reminded of the voices of their former comrades-in-arms.
"As you said, after verifying that there are no obvious side effects, it can be used as a comforting tool for mental healing and configured for the Fog Breakers." A Senate envoy nodded. "Just hearing those familiar voices is so uplifting—"
"It seems we are all getting old, and old friends are passing away one after another. The lingering echoes of the past can stir our hearts."
Walking through the black mist, slaying gods and demons, and bringing them to Nora is a highly difficult feat rarely seen among the mist breakers.
Many Fog Breakers spend their entire lives scavenging for scraps and accumulating contributions, much like Cole's Air Slash.
In less than half a year since Nan'an appeared, he has made successes in three areas: killing the Living Eclipse, repelling the gods and demons, and acquiring special gods and demons.
The grand slam of achievements that ordinary fog-breakers yearn for but cannot attain, Nan'an accomplishes with ease and speed.
"The praise from the chiefs is indeed not without reason. His Excellency Nan'an's extraordinary abilities far exceed our imagination."
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"Rest assured, we will truthfully recount your experience, compile it into a document, and distribute it to all members of the Senate."
"The rewards submitted by the gods and demons this time will be distributed in a timely manner after their nature has been verified."
Nan'an gave the group of Bamboo Moon Witches a meaningful look.
"I don't care what the reward is, I just hope that it won't be like the Honors' Hospital, which suddenly forgets about Suiyue's honor."
The Senate was taken aback. The members exchanged glances and silently chose to ignore the harshness in the words.
"I don't think so. The reward for the brave should not be buried; that would be disheartening."
It was clearly a routine response, but with Nan'an's words preceding it, it subtly sounded like a Senate envoy helping to be sarcastic.
The phone eventually returned to the hands of the most senior member of the Bewitching Crow family. With the strange and mysterious gods and demons in his hands, everyone felt at ease.
Two cups were pushed in front of Nan'an Suiyue, and Huoya took out freshly squeezed juice and filled them for the two of them.
"At my age, if I speak carelessly, people will think I'm bullying a child, therefore—"
Nan'an understood, raised his cup, and clinked it against the crow's.
"But—I'm older than all of you in terms of seniority."
"When things get too big, everyone gets numb to it," the crow explained.
"So, you support my communication with the other party in this way?"
"Regional managers have a high degree of freedom in their work." Raven raised an eyebrow. "Please be a little more free."