Luck seems to be on his side this time.

Amy narrowed her eyes and carefully looked at the blonde lady in front of her.

- Kozmo.

Then, he noticed, the other party quietly took a small step back, keeping a rather subtle distance from him.

"What's wrong?" the Glory One could roughly guess why he did this, and understood his caution, but that didn't prevent him from making a small, innocuous joke, "Am I that terrible?"

"Of course not," said the blonde nobleman, "but I am not sure that you are Judas. ”

Quite reasonable.

Pity......

He wasn't really Judas, just a pretender acting in the name of Judas, just ...... The truth is the truth, of course you can't say that.

He just spread his hands and asked, "So how do you want to confirm, do you need me to activate the ability to prove my innocence?"

He's playing tricks here.

He hadn't told the second person about the abilities that Stigmata Awakening had brought him, and neither Kobck nor Kozmo could have known what kind of abilities he had—uh...... Artificial intelligence shouldn't be human, right?

That is, if he answers yes.

Then there is a considerable possibility that he, or rather it, will be the new image of the monster.

"There's no need. ”

However, the blonde noble son cleverly avoided this trap: "As long as I string up the questions with you, the identity can be clear, and there is no need to be so complicated." ”

"Well," this answer did not surprise the Glorious One, who looked at the young man in front of him quite calmly, and said in a low, steady voice, "please feel free. ”

Although it is not the best answer, it does not reveal flaws, and everything is still difficult to conclude.

"First question," Kozmo paused, "remember what happened when we first met?"

"This ......"

It's a tricky question.

Amy bit her lip and didn't say anything - he certainly hadn't forgotten the scene, but he wasn't sure if the remnants of the Yellow King's remnants of the old shadow had distorted time and memory.

Therefore, he can only pick up the general directions that are not so easy to change and say: "We were enemies at the time, you tried to do something to me, you tried to kill me - I remember it very well." ”

"I sincerely hope you can forget about this," Kozmo smiled, and the look of anticipation on his face dissipated considerably, "but now, it seems that there is no hope. ”

"If I had forgotten about it today, you'd probably cut me again. The Glory-Honoring One shrugged, "Alright, don't waste your time on idle talk, since you and I are together, then the lone Cockcock could be in danger at any time, we must hurry up and act quickly." ”

"Do you still have the rope?"

The blonde boy flashed his wrist in embarrassment, and the wrist that should have surrounded the grass ring was empty.

"I still have half a broken one here," Amy gestured roughly, probably less than a meter long, better than nothing, "there were quite a few in the suitcase, but unfortunately...... I really didn't have time to worry about it during the battle. ”

Lost.

Not only wormwood ropes, but also a considerable number of potions and items, as well as ...... Water and food.

All gone.

It has to be said that it is a big loss that is enough to make the flesh of the glorious person painful.

Fortunately, he has always carried the energy potion with him, otherwise there will be no hope left.

"That's the only way to do it," Kozmo sighed, took the small half of the rope from the Glory, tied it, and then stopped on the line of the border and turned back, "or ...... You're ahead this time?"

"What's wrong?" Amy frowned.

"I'm a little tired," the young man who still maintained the calm bearing of a noble son shook his head and gave an explanation, "I've just activated too many abilities, and it's a little unbearable." ”

"Can't bear it?" the young Glory Man was stunned, then reacted, directly pointing out the essence of the problem, "Are you afraid, afraid of encountering that monster again." ”

"I'm no match for it," Kozmo said undeterred, with a rather calm attitude, "— but I believe in you, no matter how critical the situation, you have a chance to get out of it." ”

"I probably understand what you mean, but in that case," Amy narrowed, and said something unexpected, "you should go ahead of you—the danger of finding your way ahead is not small, but at least your back is worth trusting, at least you can have a way out that is open at all times." ”

"Not so with the queen of the palace, whose back is far from as secure as you think. He shook his head, "Although it is locked away as a starting point if you do not withdraw from another area, it can still be used as a destination to direct Beings from another area to come. ”

The uninvited guest might have been Corbock, but it was more likely to be the monster that could change shape—if it was the former, it would have been a surprise, but if it was the latter...... Maybe it's better to use the metaphor of flying to wreak havoc?

"Can you afford it?"

The unexpected answer made the blond boy silent, and after a while, he said, "The battle with that monster must have consumed a lot of your physical strength, right?

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine," Amy waved her hand, he didn't care about the problem, "That monster is tricky, but that's it, although there is a physical attrition, it's not as big as you think, even if it appears in front of me now, there's nothing to worry about, it's a big deal to fight again—maybe the two of us work together, and there is a chance to kill him and completely eliminate this hidden danger." ”

"You're so confident. Kozmo stared at him, a color of unknown meaning flashing in his eyes, and then his eyes drooped slightly, hiding the color, "But are you sure you don't want me to help?"

"No," said the young Glory, glancing at him casually, half reminding and half urging, "time is limited—don't waste your limited time on useless things. ”

"And," he said, shaking the wormwood rope from his hand, "trust me." ”

"Okay. ”

This was the end of the conversation between the two.

The blonde boy turned around and ...... Boundaries were crossed.

He came to a new area.

With the gloomy light of his eyes, he casually glanced around, and his face, which was originally not sunny but hearty enough, was immediately shrouded in a haze pressed by black.

"Judas—"

In the gloom, he said, repeating the name in a complex tone: "Hmph, Judas." ”

The corners of the mouth outline a not-so-friendly arc.