Chapter 782
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"Let me sort out your information."
Josiah listened to Cheil and Taylin's narration while silently nibbling on carrots and cabbage leaves.
"The Court of Heresy has a magic puppet called Heart Lock. It can absorb human emotions and turn them into idiots."
Josiah thought for a moment and could only think of this suitable adjective. No one refuted Josiah's statement.
"After becoming an idiot, injecting Grey Fog can make a person listen to you. In short, it's a brainwashing magic puppet?"
"I'm afraid … that's the case."
Taylin restlessly rubbed the white cat lying on her thigh. After her relationship with the World Tree became closer, she also learned this excellent method of relieving stress.
"There's another piece of information that's even worse. There might be a factory under the Land of Frost that can produce those magic puppets."
Heroria looked at Cheil. It was after hearing this that Cheil decided to look for Josiah in the middle of the night.
But now, Cheil looked very relaxed. She picked up a piece of lamb with her chopsticks and blew on the hot meat.
At first, Cheil gave this task to the Frost Spirit sitting on his shoulder. The Frost Spirit directly froze this piece of meat with a breath of cold air.
Therefore, Cheil had to personally cool down the meat himself.
When Heroria looked at Cheil, she just happened to have the piece of meat in her mouth and couldn't speak at all. She could only stare at Josiah with her big, icy blue eyes and nod.
Josiah remembered that Cheil's eyes used to be silver-gray, which was common to the people of the Land of Frost. But now, there was a change …
Is it the influence of the Frost Spirit?
Josiah looked at the light ball lying on Cheil's shoulder. The white cat on Taylin's leg had always been very interested in the light ball. If it weren't for Taylin holding its waist, it would have already used its little claws to grab the light ball.
"Factory? What should I do … If you want the Demon Realm to send troops, I can help you contact my brother. I … don't have any military power. "
Josiah didn't want to cooperate with Heroria, but Cheil was the channel and hub of peace between the Land of Frost and the Demon Realm. Josiah didn't mind helping her a little.
"Your power in the Demon Realm has been taken away?" Heroria was very surprised when she heard Josiah didn't have any military power. "You did so much for the Demon Realm?"
Heroria's last sentence was obviously provocative. She could tell that the Prophet, who did not speak much, was also a demon of Chaos.
"Is this thing really that important? I forgot … you people of the Saint like to use power that sounds like justice, but is actually violence to bully others. "
Hiri intervened in Heroria's conversation at this time. She didn't hide her sarcasm about the style of the people of the Saint.
"What you said is completely different. Josiah Yanorod … He saved the entire Demon Realm, but the people of the Demon Realm aren't grateful to you, but to your brothers." Heroria looked at Josiah in confusion. "Can your heart really be balanced?"
The Prophet didn't speak. She looked at Josiah carefully. What Heroria said was indeed the truth.
Very few people in the Demon Realm knew Josiah's name. The people of the capital all thought that it was Cerxley who saved them.
This was something that most people couldn't accept.
When Hiri was about to refute Heroria, Josiah picked up a large piece of pork ribs and put it in Hiri's bowl.
"Give up your provocative thoughts, Heroria."
Josiah took a pile of mushrooms and put them in his bowl.
"Everyone's pursuit is different." Josiah picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks and pointed it at Heroria.
"I know you desire more believers, but in essence, you want to have more power and power … Your desire to dominate is too strong. Your jealousy seems to be a bit beyond the scope of ordinary people. You control the entire country of the Saint, but you still feel unsatisfied. If it wasn't for the threat of the Nephilic Judge, you wouldn't let this country be willing to stay on this small territory."
This sentence of Josiah was also equivalent to reminding Cheil. Although the king of the Land of Frost had entered a state of obsession when eating mutton hotpot, she still listened when Josiah spoke.
"What about you? Josiah Yanorod. "Heroria was very self-aware and did not refute Josiah's words.
"I …" Josiah scratched his head and ate the mushrooms in the bowl before they turned cold. "What you want is boring in my eyes. I can play some interesting Magic Net games every day, occasionally read a few novels, and watch a movie on the weekends. I'm already very satisfied with my life."
"I won't believe such a simple reason."
Hearing Josiah's decadent goal, Heroria revealed a thought-provoking smile.
"It's none of my business if you don't believe me. If you talk about this again, I won't let Madam Marina serve fish fillets."
Josiah was a little annoyed by Heroria's various probing. As expected, after this threat, this saintess became much more obedient.
"Then let's get back to the topic at hand. Cheil … I can only help you contact my elder brother for sending troops. Is there anything else I can help you with?" Josiah immediately asked.
"Yes … cough cough …"
As soon as Cheil opened her mouth, she choked on the food in her mouth. Josiah had eaten spicy hotpot tonight, which was the worst part.
Her fair cheeks instantly turned red, and the feeling of choking on the spicy soup in her throat was not a good one.
Messiah, who was sitting next to Cheil, immediately found a pot of water on the ingredients table and handed it to her.
"Thank you."
Cheil only managed to catch her breath after drinking all the water in the cup.
"The Frostwolf clan … has a … young man." Cheil took a deep breath. The burning sensation in her throat had not subsided yet. "The patriarch of his clan has appointed him to go to the stronghold."
"I remember this Frostwolf clan … Is it the clan you belonged to when you wanted to buy the leaves of the World Tree from me?" Josiah had a good memory.
"Yes, that young man's name is Ravel. Some time ago, the general of the stronghold reported to me on the magic net that he had gone missing, along with many patrolling soldiers near the stronghold."
"It's most likely the work of the Nephilic Judge. The Devil Realm will never take the blame for this." Josiah immediately tried to clear his elder brother's name.
"The place where they went missing was near the stronghold. It's impossible for the Devil Realm's soldiers to come so close." Cheil opened his magic net interface and showed a series of text messages to Josiah. "Ravel contacted me yesterday. He … seems to be at a gathering place of the Nephilic Judge."
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