More than a month has passed since the terrible man-made god turned into food for the kraken at the end of the Baishui River, and the grave grass of the Society of the Dead of All Things is almost 100 meters high......

This is quite realistic in every sense of the word.

Bertila looked awake, but she was no longer a normal human - her body had merged with the gigantic tree, mutated inside and out, affecting her ability to think and speak: when she spoke, a low, hoarse voice mixed in with her voice, her slowness and sluggish expression reminiscent of plants.

Gawain looked at her, and although the situation in front of him was a little more than he had originally imagined, he finally had the opportunity to talk to this "old acquaintance" head-on: "It's a shame, Bertila—is there anything you want to tell me?" ”

Bertila looked at Gawain quietly, and was silent for two seconds before she said slowly, "Extraterritorial...... Straggler. I want to talk to you privately. ”

Gawain frowned, thought for a moment, and then instructed his side, "You guys go outside the hall to be on guard first." Amber, you go too. ”

"Are you sure?" Amber's eyes widened immediately, "This woman looks weird now, I can't tell if she has any schemes......"

"No matter how intriguing there is, I'm afraid she won't be able to use it now," Gawain waved his hand, "Don't worry, I've got my own measure—I'm curious to see what she's trying to say." ”

Amber thought for a moment, reluctantly agreed, and led people back out while agreeing: "Okay, you be careful. ”

Soon, the soldiers in the hall retreated outside under Amber's leadership, and Bard left with him, and when only Gawain himself and a semi-vegetative Bertila were left on the scene, he coughed lightly, "Ahem, what do you have to say now?" ”

It looks very indifferent, but in fact, Gawain is still a little nervous in his heart - every time he meets with the "old acquaintance" from 700 years ago, he will be cautious, because after all, he occupies a body that does not belong to him, and the "old acquaintances" from 700 years ago know Gawain Cecil himself.

The first time he was nervous in this regard was when he met Sölderlin, and then when he met Sonya, but neither of them put much pressure on him, after all, Sölderlin's personality was not too detailed, and Sonya's main focus was on urging Sölderlin to get married, but the current Bertila was different-God knows what this woman with a bunch of secrets would have come up with after she noticed that Gawain Cecil had another soul in her body......

Gawain was quickly calculating in his heart, but the moment Bertilla spoke, his calculations stopped.

"Who the hell are you?"

Bertilla stared at Gawain's eyes tightly, the expression on her face more serious than ever, and her tone was mixed with extreme caution and coldness.

Gao Wen's heart instantly raised his vigilance, but the expression on his face did not change: "What do you mean by this-don't you recognize me yet?" ”

“…… Don't bother anymore, I know you're not Gawain Cecil," Bertila still stared at her, "Wanderer...... What the hell are you? Why occupy this body? ”

She no longer asks "who is it", but simply "what is".

After hearing the words Wanderer, Gawain gave up the idea of continuing to use the identity of this body to communicate with the other party.

The Bertila in the dream should only be a small part of the subconscious of the Bertila in front of her, lacking the necessary memory and acquired wisdom, and it is not so easy to flicker in front of her. But it doesn't matter, speaking openly doesn't have to worry about your "role", but it's also enjoyable.

"Where did you hear the term 'Extraterritorial Wanderer'?" He casually said, "Those who sleep forever? ”

"Looks like you know the name the Eternal Sleeper has given you...... "I learned your true body from them, but long before that, I knew you couldn't be Gawain Cecil, but just an alien soul who stole his body. ”

The corners of Gao Wen's eyebrows raised slightly: "What do you mean by this?" ”

There seemed to be a hint of sarcasm on Bertila's lips: "Gawain Cecil can't be resurrected, I know this better than anyone else. His soul had long since dried up, and lying in the iron coffin of the Southern Realm was only a soulless body, perhaps this body would not decay under the blessing of the elements, but it would come back from the dead...... No way. ”

Gawain's eyes widened slightly uncontrollably.

This was the first time since he had unveiled the coffin that he had heard information about the secret of his resurrection, and although it was only a few words, there was no doubt about it...... This Bertila in front of me knows part of the truth!!

"Gawain Cecil's soul is depleted? Why? What do you know? Do you know the plan for his resurrection? ”

However, Bertila did not answer his question: "Ah, extraterritorial wanderers...... You're curious, too, but why should I tell you everything? ”

Gao Wen looked at Bertila quietly, looking at the other party's fearless appearance, or the appearance of having given up life and death - even if he slashed it with a sword, it should be useless.

After a moment of silence, he opened his mouth to break the silence: "So the equivalent exchange - what do you want to know from me?" ”

"Extraterritorial Wanderer, it's still that question," Bertila said slowly, "why do you occupy this body?" ”

Gawain thought about it seriously.

The other party obviously knows some information about the extraterritorial wanderer - this bluffing identity created by Gawain himself, after the post-processing of the Eternal Sleeper's brain supplement expert group, plus a little fermentation of online discussions, it should be a more weird and dangerous version that has reached Berthira's ears.

The best option now seems to be to find an entry point in this identity and let the conversation continue.

He lowered his head and thought about what kind of "personality" he should set up, and what kind of "personality" could shake Bertila, a druid whose faith had been distorted, and his thoughts turned quickly.

This does not seem to be difficult, because ...... identity of "extraterritorial loiter", although a bit bluffing, cannot be said to be completely fake.

He is indeed a soul wandering from another world, he does occupy other people's bodies, he does "descend" from the stars, and he has carried out super-large-scale things in this world.

He just didn't drive a giant robot to save the world, or lead a group of good brothers for fifty dollars to do interstellar deworming, as mentioned in those CG short films, and these details don't matter at the moment.

In his calculations, he already has a mature belly draft.

"It looks like we're 'travelers' putting a lot of pressure on you," he looked up, a relaxed expression on his face, "I don't know how the Eternal Sleepers describe me and my people to you, but I can assure you that I have no ill will towards the world. ”

Bertilla frowned, apparently listening carefully to Gawain's words, but also full of doubts.

"We're a curious and action-minded race, with a variety of styles and hobbies, but personally......" Gawain continued, smiling slightly as he watched Bertila's expression, "I just happened to be slightly interested in your civilization. Or, strictly speaking, your civilization this season. ”

Bertila couldn't help but speak: "Our civilization this season - what do you mean by that?" ”

Perhaps because she has not adapted to her new "body" after becoming a semi-plant, Bertila's control of her expression is always a little negligent, and Gawain observes the subtle changes in her expression, guiding this topic that requires acting skills little by little: "It seems that you also know that there has been a change of civilizations in your world?" ”

Bertila was silent for a few seconds and whispered, "...... We did find clues. ”

As Gawain expected, all things that know part of the truth about the gods, part of the disobedient plan, and even the end of everything that is continuing the disobedient plan have a certain understanding of the phenomenon of civilization alternation and destruction and rebirth that has occurred in this world.

"Alternate civilizations...... It's a long process of observation," Gawain continued, with a nonchalant expression, "for a long time, I was just observing, and in a very high place, you probably can't understand that perspective—I watched as kingdoms appeared on the land, heroes sprung up one hero after another, legends after legends were born, wars, prospered, prospered, died, and then quickly extinguished...... For millions of years, nothing new has happened in this land, and even the occasional dragon skimming over the land has been nothing more than a trivial episode in a boring observation.

"But I was pleasantly surprised that in the midst of so many ups and downs of civilization, a cluster of interesting sparks suddenly popped up...... It's your season.

"Not very strong, not even flawed, but with amazing courage and resilience to survive. When that tide came, I thought you would die quickly, as many previous civilizations did, quickly and quietly falling, accepting your fate, but you survived.

"Not only did you survive, but I was amazed to find out...... You have tried to stand up to gods who are so many times more powerful than you have done so.

"It's the most incredible thing I've seen in millions of years, and it's really amazing, but it's also a surprise that your civilization is in jeopardy this season...... He was very bold, but it was difficult to face the challenges ahead.

"Frankly, I thought it was a pity, so I came down."

Gawain finished unhurriedly, looking into Bertilla's eyes with a smile on his face, frank and open.

After all, he said almost all the truth, with only a little linguistic processing on the basis of facts.

And these words should be very useful to someone who has experienced a distortion of faith.

The expression on Bertila's face changed several times, she opened her mouth several times but stopped several times, and finally after a long silence she finally spoke: "So, everything that happens in this land is just an aftershow of your long life?" So what are you 'extraterritorial wanderers' in nature? Is there another kind of god? ”

"Don't get me wrong, 'Extraterritorial Wanderer' is your own name, and I prefer to call myself a Traveler, and Traveler takes every part of his journey seriously," Gawain continued, "As for the gods...... To be honest, I'm curious about what your world's gods are, and studying them has been my biggest interest lately. ”

Bertilla's expression didn't seem to change, but Gawain knew that every word he said was valid.

At the same time, he also had an indescribable ease - some secrets had been hidden in his heart for too long, and today he was given the opportunity to speak in such an unexpected situation, and the ease after opening his mouth was something he had never imagined.

Bertilla knew from the beginning that Gawain Cecil could not be resurrected, and in front of her, Gawain could freely admit that he was an alien soul...... Although he has now fully accepted Gawain Cecil's identity, and even become a real "Gawain Cecil" in a sense after accepting the memory inheritance, it feels good if there is such an opportunity for him to speak without this identity.

Bertila spoke again, and she seemed to have finally been influenced by Gawain's words, believing the motives of the "Wanderer of the Territory" in front of her, and asked along the subject: "Why did you choose the Cecil family, which has weakened to the point of near destruction, over the powerful force that is more convenient for you to develop your ambitions?" ”

The smile on Gawain's lips stiffened for a moment.

Nonsense, he doesn't have a choice!

As long as he can make some operations when he comes down from the satellite, he will definitely choose a normal difficulty to start - how about getting into an iron coffin, and when he climbs out, he has to be beaten with a stick by an iron-headed stupid roe deer, and then he gets out of the grave is a hell mode of "your base has been stolen", "you are weak in resurrection", "your shield has been ripped off", and "and you fought in vain in the last version"!

But these words cannot come out of the mouth of a powerful and mysterious "extraterritorial wanderer".

So he could only maintain a proper and unfathomable smile, and calmly responded to Bertila's question:

"Because...... It's more rewarding. ”

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