Chapter 671 Iron Badger
Chapter 671 Iron Badger
"Ah sneeze!!!"
Following a sneeze like a muffled thunder, the flock of crows living in the dead world [Sage Cemetery] were suddenly startled and flew up from the trees. Countless crow feathers blacker than ink fluttered in all directions and landed on one bulging grave mound after another.
"grass!"
There was only a sound of an annoyed curse, and then the thirty-eighth grave from left to right under the old locust tree on the east side of the Sages' Cemetery suddenly bulged upwards, and then was forcibly lifted up by someone from the inside.
Damn it, my coffin is moldy!
After kicking open his coffin and sitting up from the grave, the gloomy-looking Third-Generation Director took out a handkerchief and blew away the mold in his nose. Then he looked at his tombstone with a bad face and scolded unhappily:
"The moisture on you is so annoying! Can you please get away from me?"
"Iron Badger, I'm here to see you."
In the thick white mist behind the tombstone, there was a burst of hard and crisp hoof sounds. A tall doe with thick fog wrapped around its body stepped out from the overwhelming mist and stopped beside the coffin of the third generation director.
"Where's your mask?"
After taking a look at the messy coffins of the three directors, the doe asked with a stern look:
"According to past agreements, whenever the mask sends a signal, you must put it on and answer a question from the Cleanup Bureau. Where is your mask?"
"It's not that I have to pay attention to you every time the mask moves. According to the original agreement, I only need to pay attention to you once every twenty years according to my interest."
After correcting the doe's statement, the third-generation director climbed out of his own coffin, then waved his hand to break open the grave next door and dragged out his neighbor's coffin.
Amid the panicked shouts of the awakened neighbors, the third-generation old man pried open his coffin lid, removed a black honey badger mask from the neighbor's face, and then raised his hand and threw it to the doe not far away.
"Well, I was worried about losing it, so I put it in someone else's grave, so I didn't intend to break the contract... But since you're already here, don't waste your time, just ask whatever you want to ask!"
This old guy... doesn't take keeping his promise seriously at all!
After looking down at the mask thrown at his feet, the doe couldn't help but show anger, but seeing the Third Director's reckless look, he finally suppressed his anger and asked with a bad look:
"The cleaner named Leon in the Virgin Branch, was his anomaly created by you? If so, what are the specific effects of his anomaly?"
"Ok?"
After hearing the question from the doe, the third director, who was picking his ears, was startled for a moment. He then squinted his eyes and looked at the doe, then asked with a suspicious look:
"This opportunity only comes once every twenty years, and that's all you're asking?"
"Correct!"
"Hmm~ That's interesting~"
After brushing off the mold on his body, the third-generation director shook his square head, walked around the huge doe twice, and then asked curiously:
“I can actually let you use up this problem, and even take the risk to come directly to me… So that little guy named Leon caused you a lot of trouble?”
"Iron Badger! Now I'm asking you, not you asking me!"
The greedy eyes of the Third Director, who was sizing up materials, made the doe feel a little scared. He couldn't help but said angrily: "You'd better understand the current situation! If it weren't for us, you would have perished long ago! Now I ask you to answer my questions honestly according to the agreement we made in the past!"
"hehe."
After hearing the angry rebuke from the flesh-receiving doe, the square-headed old man couldn't help but sneer, and then said with disdain:
"I repeat, the agreement I made with you King Slayers was that I only had to answer one of your questions truthfully every twenty years, and you would keep me alive.
So whether or not to answer this question depends on my mood. If you still don’t understand this, then you’d better get out of here as soon as possible! "
"Aren't you afraid of us..."
"I'm not afraid of shit!"
After spitting at the threatening doe, the square-headed old man curled his lips and said:
"The one who made the agreement with you was me who was still alive at the time. What does it have to do with me who is now dead? Besides, I am just an obsession now. What difference does it make between being dead and alive?
If you have the ability, just break the contract, stop supporting me and send me away. From now on, you can ask whoever you want when you encounter problems. If you don’t have the ability, just keep it to yourself and answer my questions honestly. If you can make me happy, I might even pay attention to you a few more times... Understand?"
"..."
This damn old thing!
Seeing the third-generation director acting like a rogue in front of him, the doe couldn't help but raise its hoof and angrily dug at the stone slabs on the ground of the cemetery. But there was really nothing it could do to him, so it could only swallow its anger and say:
"That Leon... after he came back from you, he has disrupted our operations three times in a row. Not only did he destroy the Kingdom of Korok, he also instigated the Snow Owl and the Black Owl to rebel, and he even almost ate the Thrush alive..."
As the incarnated doe continued to tell the story, the expressions on the faces of the three generations of old men first changed from curiosity to surprise, then from surprise to shock, and finally from shock to great doubt.
The guy who can't even figure out how to forge anomalies? Didn't Olivia say last time that he had only been in the Cleanup Bureau for a short time? This has forced the King of Killers to specially study how to deal with him? Isn't that silly boy growing up too fast?
"In short, this person is a great threat to us."
After briefly explaining what Leon had done and the adverse effects those things had on the King-Slayer Society, the Doe patiently said:
"I have answered all your questions. Now it's your turn to answer mine! Iron Badger! What kind of abnormal substance did you inject into him? Why can he directly take away the power of the Nightmare King? What's the matter with that almost invulnerable immortal body?"
"..."
The anomaly I gave him... I remember it was a small fork that made people dream, a snakeskin scroll that could forcefully exchange other people's anomalies, and later, in order to get revenge on him, a pair of gloves that would hurt myself when I hit people.
None of these three anomalies have anything to do with immortality, and it's even more ridiculous to say that they deprive the Nightmare King of his power. Although I don't know what his core anomaly is, it's definitely not me who got it!
However, even though this matter has nothing to do with me, I can’t just say it directly.
"Hmm... I have a little idea. The boy's situation is indeed very special. He left a deep impression on me at the time, so..."
After touching his chin with his hand, the square-headed old man showed a look of realization on his face. He then turned to look at the anxious doe and said with a smile:
"The price has to be increased!"
(End of this chapter)