The Grim Reaper raised his arm and waved it. The Greek cakes in the utensils ran out of the utensils as if they had grown legs. The moment they stepped out, they instantly lost their original luster and sweetness. Wrinkles even appeared on their gray surface.
Just like the undead among the food, they still jumped into the palm of the Grim Reaper, Helbo. Some of the cake crumbs were also shaken off because of this jump.
The Grim Reaper took a bite and chewed carefully. The silver bowl with complicated ancient Greek style carvings was squeezed back into the table. When it emerged again, it was filled with the pocket cakes that Allen was very familiar with.
One by one they began to dance about within the barrier of the silver bowl, writhing merrily in a tap-dance, a spectacle with which Alan could not have been more familiar; it was evidently the personal custom of his professor, Professor Filius Flavier, to entertain the students of his college who visited his office.
This made Allen's heart sink. He represented that Professor Fleevy's soul was not only in the hands of the Grim Reaper, but he would also use it before the battle. Thinking of the Grim Reaper's proposal just now, Allen secretly speculated that the Grim Reaper would probably use Professor Fleevy's soul as a bargaining chip.
"Mr. Harpo, I don't understand. What do you mean?" Allen's knuckles protruded from holding the wand. His flat voice sounded very cold. At this time, his chest was filled with anger. He narrowed his eyes and began to make up his mind. Under the premise that it would not affect the big picture, he still had to try his best to save Fleevy's soul.
"Mr. Harris, you and I should know now that he is actually not that important to you. However, the owner of these cake recipes is part of the proposal I mentioned just now." The Grim Reaper's ram cheeks shrank slightly. He stared at Allen and said in a hoarse voice, "Then let me get down to business. I know what you and Lady Ravenclaw are planning. She wants to use you to lure me away from this land of the underworld where I can continuously mobilize my power. You think that the mortal world outside is no longer suppressed by the underworld, so you want to use this to overcome your disadvantage and work together to deal with me."
Although the Grim Reaper's understanding of their plan was actually within his and Luna's expectations, they knew that they could not hide it from the Grim Reaper. However, when the Grim Reaper pointed it out so directly from the beginning, Allen was still a little annoyed. He pursed his lips and knew that this challenge was more difficult than he had imagined.
"Although I am confident that even if my original body leaves here, I may not necessarily lose to Lady Ravenclaw outside. Does Mr. Harris have any doubts about this?" The Grim Reaper saw Allen's expression and asked with a puzzled look. "Let's think about it from another perspective. If you were in a situation that was not considered dangerous, would you risk your life for something that has a 30% to 70% chance of winning?" Harpo's wand pointed in Allen's direction. "Even if you are the one with a 70% chance of winning …"
Allen raised his eyebrows and pretended to be relaxed as he asked, "But, Mr. Harpo, aren't I at your house now?"
"I have to admit that in my understanding, Lady Ravenclaw and Mr. Harris, who is a mortal, are not enough to be a concern … But to my surprise, when Lady Ravenclaw, who was originally a false god, cooperated with Mr. Harris's means … the speed of her growth was so fast that by the time I realized it, I could no longer predict your whereabouts …" The Grim Reaper nodded and then tilted his head slightly to the right. His yellow eyes were fixed on Allen as if he was looking at a strange collection. "Preaching is not an easy task. The more time passes, the smarter the mortals become. Wizards originally lacked faith … You were able to make Lady Ravenclaw become a true god in such a short period of time. You are indeed a mortal worthy of my respect."
"I have always liked to initiate and promote changes and do my best to pursue the progress of the magic world." In the face of the Grim Reaper's arrogant praise, Allen still maintained his politeness and replied, "But I also like traditions very much. I also miss the era of the Magic Empire where wizards and gods coexisted. But, Mr. Harpo, have you tried to recruit believers before?"
"When I was still a new god. But later on, I realized that the uniqueness of my clergy made me less dependent on my believers …" Harpo's hands were crossed on his wand. "But later on, I realized that the uniqueness of my clergy made me less dependent on my believers …"
"No matter where the Divine Power comes from, as long as it can be used, it is a good Divine Power …" Allen did not back down and confronted him. "In fact, I have to thank you for taking action. You have sped up the process …"
"I have to remind you that Madam Ravenclaw has just become a True God not too long ago and she has already advanced so quickly. There are still many powers that she has yet to master … If she were to start a war with me, this is something that will not end in a short period of time. Those mortals who have begun to believe in her for the sake of survival, if I were to harass that ridiculous line of defense of yours a little more … those shallow believers may abandon her at any time … This kind of belief is still okay, but if you want to rely on it …"
"So, in the end, it will depend on my performance, isn't it?" Allen looked straight into his eyes and then smiled. "Mr. Harpo, I wonder if you have seen the mental state that those living beings displayed just now?"
"So, it is worth it for me to give you a chance. Let us talk now … Mr. Harris." Harpo's yellow eyes were as calm as a deep pool, but his voice was slow and dangerous. "Whether you believe it or not, I am worried. Because a war between gods … as long as it happens, it will definitely be dangerous. It will definitely bring disaster to the mortal world of the living."
"Death will come when it is supposed to. So, if it happens in advance, it will not be in line with your job. How much will you be restricted by the meaning of your clergy? " Allen was not happy about the attitude of the Death God. He was actually a little worried. However, he still leaned back slightly. "So, Mr. Harpo, let us be frank. What is your suggestion?"
Allen raised his chin. He understood what the Death God Harpo meant. The reason why Harpo, who despised mortals, patiently analyzed these things to him was to show that even though he had the upper hand, no matter how small the probability was, he was not willing to take the risk of dying.
"Mr. Harris, you mentioned the era of the wizards and gods in the Magic Empire just now. I suppose you know the state of that period, which is also very ancient to me …" Harpo did not raise his head to look at Ai, but he could sense the sarcastic look on Ai's face. He did not care. Instead, he asked another question. "The one who started the war with Madam Ravenclaw, at least this time, is no longer me."
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