Something's wrong with my undead

Due to certain restrictions, Nikes, as the chief priest, must also control her emotions.

But that didn't change the fact that she was in a bad mood at the moment.

No matter what, Siara’s behavior is also betrayal.

And she was a server.

So, even though her tone was brisk when she spoke, her eyes were like the deep night.

Siara just glanced at the other person, and she felt as if she had returned to her childhood. When she looked up at the vast starry sky on a summer night, she was overwhelmed by a strong sense of insignificance.

Then came great fear.

She had to curl her fingers slightly and clasp the cold fingertips in her palms to regain some courage.

Noticing that the other party's face was slightly pale, Nikes' originally gloomy mood improved a little.

But just when she was about to speak, she heard Siara ask back:

"So, what do you want to talk to McCalla?"

what?

Nikes thought she heard wrongly.

"You...you're asking me?" she asked.

"Yes."

Siara took a deep breath: "Considering the existence of the Four-Nation Pact and the prejudice against McCalla in the surrounding areas, I need to evaluate your requirements and try to dispel some of your concerns before the negotiation begins...No Realistic ideas.”

Nikes was really shocked this time.

Her delicate eyebrows were raised slightly.

A few minutes ago, this was the waiter who was bowing respectfully to her. How could he be like this in just a few words! ?

She didn't expect that her forgiveness and patience would be rewarded with extravagant gains.

Affected by her emotions, cold shadow energy began to gather.

The power of shadow and corrosion began to destroy the ceiling and walls, and ugly black marks slowly spread like splashed ink stains.

"Calm down, Nikes."

Buzina's voice suddenly intervened.

"I won't hurt her."

Nikes said:

"I just want her to understand how mortals should behave when meeting gods."

The chief priest's eyes were still penetrating.

The momentum that did not belong to a mortal swept towards the priest in front of him like a huge wave.

She originally thought that this would make the other party submit, or at least lower his high head.

However, what she didn't expect was that Shia pulled off the chain of forgiveness around her waist, and then she was able to hold on tightly under the majestic pressure like a raging wave with just her thin body.

And as time goes by, the other party seems to gradually adapt...

Nikes' eyes changed slightly and she turned back to look at Buzina.

This humanoid dragon folded its arms and smiled delicately.

"Give up, Nikes. In the face of firm ideals, there is never a distinction between gods and mortals.

"You don't think that your belief in Ms. Deathspeaker outweighs her pursuit of ideals, do you?"

The chief priest snorted coldly: "With just these words, I can keep you in Saint-Xiting."

Buzina shrugged: "Of course, as long as you are ready for a war with Dragon Island."

"Humph……"

Nikes calmly put away her strength.

Siara's pressure suddenly relaxed, but the stinging pain in her brain caused by mental exhaustion made her dizzy and she had to sit back in the chair.

Seeing her weak look, Nikes sarcastically said:

"I'm curious about what kind of future the Poetry Club showed you that made you so determined?"

"Sorry, I can't answer."

Siara shook her head gently:

"To be precise, you cannot discuss this issue with me calmly."

"That's it again."

There was a strong sense of disgust in Nikes' eyes.

"I've had enough of the Vilitas people. They did this seven hundred years ago, but the result was progress and peaceful evolution. What's the difference between you and them?"

Siara: “Perhaps the biggest difference between us is that you haven’t taken action at this moment.”

"Ah……"

Nikes twitched her lips.

"I will find someone to talk to you. The boy from the Musiayin family has proposed a series of cooperation plans before. It seems that he has been in contact with McCalla for a long time. Most of the things in Yati Town have been concealed, but he is better than you. Well, he also knows he’s a Nice guy.”

After scribbling the explanation, she seemed to have completely lost interest in the matter and turned around to leave.

But when she reached the door, she suddenly turned back and looked at Siara with sharp eyes:

"You might as well ask this dragon lady why the shell of nightshade is highly poisonous, and why McCalla became like this step by step.

"Just like she believes that some history must be sealed and concealed, isn't your self-righteous rationality a kind of ridiculous arrogance?

"Don't always think that you are the savior. If no one is alive and full of filth, how can you have the chance to come forward?"

The room fell into silence.

It wasn't until she walked away that Siara murmured: "Aren't you going to leave with her? I just saw..."

"No, there's no need. I just gave her a ride."

Buzina replied.

Then the room fell into a brief awkwardness, and neither of them spoke again.

Finally it was the dragon himself who broke the silence.

“You may have many questions, but I’m sorry, but I can’t answer them, because logically speaking, you can’t even reach me with your strength.

"Insights beyond the individual upper limit will only bring disaster. This is our consensus. This has been the case before."

"I understand." Siara nodded.

Buzina: "That's good... The main purpose of my visit this time is to get some information about McCalla through you. Of course, it's not the one you reported to Nikes. I want to know what happened in the Blight Scar. What did Collins do, who saved you, and...what does McCalla look like now?"

Siara couldn't help but said in surprise: "Can't you go in person?"

Buzina shook her head slightly.

"Unfortunately, no. This is not to prevent us from coming into contact with McCalla, but to protect ourselves."

Siara's heart tightened when she heard this.

She thought of the reactions of the fifth-level transcendents when they returned to McCalla from the Blight Scar.

Heine said that only people with polluted souls cannot approach McCalla. Could it be that...

"So, can we start?" Buzina asked.

"Okay."

Siara nodded, and then began to tell everything she had experienced with McCalla at the Blight Scar.

Because the application of the principles of the Harmonic Instrument appeared after she left, what she knew was very limited.

In addition, the uneasiness she had just thought of was like a lump in her throat, so she also held back when telling the story, omitting too many unbelievable things.

But even so, this dragon also showed a surprised look.

"...No wonder McCalla's Yuanling activity is 201 times higher than before, and it's still rising. There is actually an ancestral tree involved. Thank you very much, this information is very useful."