"You fought until the last minute, Reinhardt, and you deserve to sit in the VIP seat. Faust smiled, "Come, sit beside me." ”

The corners of Reinhardt's mouth twitched, he wanted to laugh, but it wasn't really a smile, "Gaunt should be sitting in that seat." ”

Faust's nose twitched, and he smelled the smell of rotten parchment, and it dawned on him that it was the smell of memory and remembrance.

Faust could feel that the smell was more mellow and layered than the smell between Reinhardt and Annabella just now, and if his psionic senses were more delicate, or Reinhardt's emotions were stronger, he could even read the fragments of Gaunt's memories in it.

Faust indulges in this. As their psionic abilities increase, psychic warlocks tend to develop quirks - making a living out of their own psychic abilities is more dangerous than arcane and divine arts.

Moreover, the mind is the most subjective thing, it can be said that everyone is different, and the experience of others only has reference significance, therefore, almost every psychic warlock has taken some detours in the process of growing up, leaving some sequelae more or less.

For example, Legba, who seems to be perfectly normal, but for a psychic warlock, his mood swings are too drastic, even more intense than Faust, who only had a level 1 ability at the time - this is likely a side effect of his strength from intense emotions.

Faust did not intend to learn this ability from Legba, he was obsessed with his own reason, and chose not to draw strength from emotions out of emotion out of emotion, which must be said to be a great irony.

However, any choice comes at a price, and Faust will take a path that will leave him emotionally declining day by day. Strictly speaking, this is unnatural, and his psychic power is selectively restraining its own growth, exchanging the atrophy of one part for the growth of another.

This unnatural behavior naturally leads to certain symptoms, for example, he will try to "share" other people's experiences, replacing his own with other people's emotions. Doing so is very dangerous and can easily lead to dissociative personality disorder – if everything you know and feel comes from someone else, who are you?

Faust knew this, but he chose this path anyway.

The smell of remembrance faded, and Faust quickly took a deep breath, as if to keep this rare delicacy, but in the end he couldn't do it.

He shook his head regretfully and sat down in the VIP seat. Don't worry, we'll still have a long time together, Faust thought to himself.

Reinhardt is to him what a sweet honey cake is to a gourmet, except that he is more patient than other gourmets.

But there was not just one diner present, Professor Pacien was more critical, more tasteful than Faust, and—hungry.

"Annabella, I'll see between you and Reinhardt...... Seems to have a misunderstanding?" Professor Pacien is like a kind elder, trying to enlighten the junior who is at odds with his lover.

Annabella is a well-behaved girl who has always respected Professor Pacion and has no reservations about him, and Professor Pacion has never failed to live up to her trust.

Reinhardt...... He woke up and was like that, ignoring the others, just holding Gaunt's axe and talking to himself. At the mention of Reinhardt, Annabella's tone was extremely resentful.

As if feeling that her tone was too heavy, Annabella hurriedly excused Reinhardt, "He...... He may just be too sad, after all, Gaunt and Jebido have just ...... Just...... ......"She was just going to find a reason to explain why Reinhardt snubbed her, but when she thought of the two teammates who died, she couldn't help but feel sad and tears fell down her face.

Professor Pacion looked scrambled, "This...... This...... Don't cry, people always have to die......" But his efforts backfired, and the more he persuaded him, the louder Annabella cried.

Her cry drew the eyes of the toads around her, and everyone who heard it was amazed at her grief over Kuaza's death. , I believe a little more in the story of the love triangle version.

Professor Pacian scratched his head, and suddenly he blurted out, "This ...... You see, Reinhardt wasn't actually talking to himself, he was talking to Gaunt. ”

"Woo...... Of course I know......" Annabella wiped away her tears, but as soon as she wiped them away, there were big tears rolling down her eyes.

"No, no, no, I'm not talking about this, it's Gaunt's soul, and his soul is on the axe. Professor Pacien explained.

"Really, really?" Annabella quickly stopped crying, "Gaunt is really alive?"

"No, Gaunt is dead. Professor Pacien replied crisply, but seeing that Annabella's eyes turned red again, he quickly explained, "But his soul rests on that axe, and Reinhardt can communicate with him." ”

"So, didn't Reinhardt ignore me because he was sad?" said Annabella, relieved, and couldn't help but have a question, and habitually asked the professor for answers.

The professor grinned and smiled, "Of course he's sad, but, silly boy, do you really think Reinhardt ignored you because he was overly sad?"

Faust watched as Old Hama commanded a few of his followers to put Kuaza's body on a shelf beside him. The shelf was made by Faust, it was very rough, but it was sturdy, and the whole thing looked like a slope of about seventy degrees, and Kuazza crossed his arms on the slope with his head up, and in order to prevent the corpse from slipping, he also installed a board at the foot of the corpse to support the corpse.

Originally, in the rainforest, especially in this season, the corpse had basically begun to decompose on the third day, but I don't know what Faust had done, although the corpse was black and stiff, there was no sign of decay on the whole.

Faust nodded, old Hama had done everything well so far, and was going exactly according to his script, and if it went on like this, although there would be no surprises, there would be nothing wrong with it.

Old Hama saw that the crowd had placed the corpses, and that the crowd was almost over, so he coughed dryly twice, the first at a normal volume, and the second as if shouting into a loudspeaker.

Of course, this Stone Age tribe doesn't have a megaphone, but every Toad Man has a good voice, and they can achieve a similar effect just by speaking loudly.

"Silence, silence. Old Hama first tried to silence the toads - not to say that it didn't work, but it didn't end the problem.

But old Hama didn't care, and Faust had other means in store for him to attract attention.

The brazier placed at the four corners of the rostrum suddenly burst into flames, and the flames rose to a height of more than three feet, and although they returned to their normal height of about one foot after a moment's call, the huge flames still attracted the attention of the villagers.

Old Hama looked around, "We mourn the great national hero, the samurai chief Kuaza, first of all, everyone stands and mourns for three minutes. ”