"Dear Monsieur Ketonia...... Faust bowed, "let me guess, perhaps...... You were once a human, too?"

"Hmph, mortal, I ......" The Driller changed its previous mild attitude, and it seemed to be irritated by Faust's bold inference. But Faust wasn't afraid of it - for some reason, the other side didn't seem to be able to force him. Otherwise, it would have threatened Faust with its life long ago.

"Don't be in a hurry to object, just yet," Faust interrupted with a wave of his hand, not intending to let Mr. Driller's pointless intimidations and threats go to waste, "I think you should listen to my arguments." ”

Faust did not wait for the other person to answer "yes" or "no", but directly began to argue: "First of all, Mr. Ketonia, you seem to ...... It's a little too familiar with humans. ”

"Of course, you can be a knowledgeable Ketonian anthropologist, and that's entirely possible...... But the zoologists I know don't speak the language of an animal like you. ”

"In case I ......," the Drill Worm retorted.

"What if you're a Ktonia who is well versed in human languages and loves them from the bottom of your heart?" said Faust with a sly smile, preemptively saying his other line.

Faust's robbing of Beric made the Drill Worm angry, "Why are you ......?"

"How do you know what I'm trying to say?" said Faust, spreading his hand helplessly, shaking his head, "Sir, I have to say that even among humans, you are not particularly intelligent. ”

For some reason, the Driller didn't refute this obviously insulting remark, but the speed at which its body rolled through the dirt further accelerated, and its trajectory became more complicated.

"You see, the problem is in the language you speak, Mr. Ketonia. Seeing that the mockery was ineffective, Faust put away his smile, "What language do you think you speak?"

"Isn't it human...... Faust didn't interrupt the Driller's words, but he paused himself, "It's not human language?......! No way! It's ......."

"You've finally figured out what's wrong. Faust quickly interrupted the Driller when he noticed that the Driller was about to start muttering meaningless lyrical nonsense again, "No one has spoken this language for at least thousands of years. "Of course, only a bunch of toads are still speaking this damn language right now.

"Wait, that doesn't prove that I was a human before. This time, Mr. Driller spoke quickly and quickly, as if he was afraid of being interrupted by Faust.

"'So the flaw is here!'" Faust smiled widely, following the voice of the other man's miraculous corruption, "sir, I had more reasons for this—like your posture—but now it seems that those are no longer necessary, and I have more evidence, namely, your confession." ”

"Damn! Damn, damn it!" the burrower roared angrily, and Faust could feel the soil around him shake, but not a single stone had fallen out of the cavern.

Very good, it seems that although the Driller Worm is angry, it is not out of control. Otherwise...... Faust estimated his strength just now, and it was not difficult to set off at least a small earthquake.

After a few minutes, Faust saw that the Ground Drill Demon Worm was almost exhausted, and comforted him: "Unknown sir, although I do not agree with your pursuit, I can still understand your choice. ”

"However, I can give you an answer now, I can't provide you with the treasure of the bloodline of the Drill Demon Worm. Faust decided to put the ugly words first, and giving people too high expectations is a taboo in communication.

"Then you don't want to go to Mopotan!" The Drill Demon Worm roared while Faust was ventilating, "Not only that, but you don't want to go anywhere!"

However, he did not have the time to analyze this information carefully, "Sir, you want to become a pure-blood Ketonia?" ”

"Then you don't want to go to Mobedan!" the Driller repeated. His tone was so angry that Faust seemed to throw himself over the bloated insect body and saw a half-bald middle-aged man jumping to his feet and waving his fists.

"But there may be other things I can do, sir. Faust's tone was sincere, "I guess you don't have guests very often, do you? Faust sincerely threatened the other side.

“...... Not. The Driller Worm rolled for a moment, then returned to normal, and it let out a muffled sound, not knowing whether it was a reply or a meaningless sound. However, Faust noticed that its movements slowed down significantly.

"There must have been a lot of things you want to do in your long life, and most of them are within my reach. Faust cautiously probed, "Sir, listen to your accent, you migrated from the south to Mauperten?"

"Do you know the Empire?" Faust's tentative probing worked, and the topic seemed to arouse the interest of the other party, "although few people arrive here, there have always been a few over the years, and unfortunately no one has heard of the Empire. ”

"Tell me about the Empire. The Driller's mood fluctuated dramatically, and it was not at all like it had just been furious, and it was full of interest in begging Faust to tell it about the outside world.

"There is nothing to say, the empire was destroyed by Baba Yaga, she founded a new empire in the north, and thousands of years passed like this. Faust couldn't describe in too much detail what he didn't understand, so he had to pass it by.

"What about the story of the city-states?" the other seemed eager to know something, "tell me the story of the city-state alliance after the destruction of the empire, what about Mobedan?"

"I'm not sure, but the official is very vague in this paragraph. Faust followed the other party's words and whipped Luanzhou, "I also heard an elder mention the matter of Mo Bodan a few days ago, so I planned to try my luck here, but I didn't expect ......."

"I didn't expect Mo Bodan to really exist, did I?" the Driller Worm seemed to have adapted to the way he talked to Faust, "Huh...... General Baba Yaga, ......"

"Cunning little man, are you interested in listening to me tell a story?" the Driller seemed to be a little downcast, "a story of betrayal, love, politics, and megalomania. A circle of light spread out from the Driller's body, enveloping Faust, "Come, now we have time. ”

"Sir, may I point out a problem," Faust breathed a sigh of relief, his shield was almost exhausted, "politics and betrayal are synonymous, and they contain the concept of the megalomaniac...... So your story is all about politics and love, and lo and behold, it's a really contradictory story......"

Faust smiled and leaned against the wall, "But ...... Speak, sir, speak. ”