"I am a Ketonia, sir. To Faust's surprise, a gentle male voice came from above him, "Or, as you say, I'm a burrower." ”

Drill the Devil Worm? Drill the Devil Worm!

Taboos are called taboos because they share the power of irreresistible spiritual pollution, but within them there are also complex classifications and hierarchies—you know, this crude and unscholarly classification is as foolish as dividing all the long-legged things into one category.

Both tables and centipedes are "legged", but no one would confuse them with humans. The same goes for the "taboos".

But it's because of their damn commonalities that people can't complete this classification, and only a few distinct ethnic groups can be distinguished.

The Driller is a member of these races. They are well-defined, massive, and numerous, and relatively intimately less polluted. They can almost be considered one of the most known "taboos" of mankind.

Even so, research on the Driller is superficial - for example, no one ever knew that the Driller called itself Ketonia.

"Oh, can you answer another question, dear Ketonia?" Faust didn't show any curiosity about the Driller's society - he had already felt the mental contamination, and the rate of depletion of the protective layer that had been planted had increased by thirty percent, and it was going to continue to increase.

"My compatriot, I don't understand what you're talking about......" The Driller worm seemed to have received some grievance, its cystic head shrinking back, its tentacles trembling - this was most likely their expression - and it continued, "I just said hello to you." ”

Faust didn't see what was happening to the others, but he instinctively sensed that something was wrong—normally, greeting doesn't need to bring people to their own homes.

"Well, it seems that the difference in customs caused this misunderstanding......" Faust waved his hand casually, he knew there was a problem, but he didn't intend to dig into it, it didn't help his situation in any way, "There is another problem, I want to go to a city full of flesh and blood to do something, how do I get there?"

It was imperative to leave the Driller, and getting up close and personal with it was a great burden for Faust to have to constantly recharge his psychic protection so that he could delay its disappearance a little.

"Surface cities, you mean?" the Driller looked very talkative, surprised that Faust was going there, "You're going there? It's not very friendly to flesh creatures. ”

Faust noticed that it used the word "flesh and blood", and it seemed that the Drill Worm race was probably not made of flesh and blood—at least some of them were not, Faust looked at its body, which was clearly indistinguishable from flesh, and raised an eyebrow.

"But if you have to go, I can't send you there. "Although the Drill Worm appears to be gentle and polite, it obviously doesn't care much about Faust's safety.

Still, Faust smelled something from it, "So...... What should I pay?" the big worm used crude words, and even Faust could discern its intentions if he couldn't read his mind.

"You're weird, human. The Driller didn't answer Faust's question directly, "You smell of Ketonia - but we don't reproduce." ”

Well, Faust is now almost an authority on the science of burrowing demons, and he even knows that the reproduction method of these underground insects is not hermaphroditic.

"So, I'm guessing you artificially implanted our bloodline, right?" the Driller continued to reason, and so far, there had been nothing wrong with its theories.

"Yes, one of my pieces of equipment has the relevant functions. "Faust did not hide it. At least judging by the tone, the bug has established that this is the truth, and it is saying this now, just to reaffirm.

"In that case, I'll ask for this equipment as payment. Its tone was still gentle, but Faust smelled something that could not be refused.

"What do you want it for?" Faust asked, puzzled, "You are the real Ketonia, and this thing is of no use to you." "Hah, you're probably not a pure-blooded Drill Worm, bastard.

The Driller twisted its body, looking a little uncomfortable, "We don't want too much bloodline to be lost...... Anyway, if you give me this equipment, I can send you to a city on the surface. It hesitated for a moment, then added, "You can even choose your destination, wherever you want." ”

Faust smiled, he liked to talk, and if his opponent was not paying attention, he would get interesting information—like Shuo, and judging by the hesitant tone of the Drill Worm, it was clear that there was something in the city that made him feel threatened, or at least disgusted.

It doesn't seem to be very useful, but the information is gathered little by little.

"It's a bit high. Although he was grateful for the clue that the big bug was just as stupid as he looked, Faust rejected the "generous" offer.

The Driller's body writhed even more violently, "You can think about it again, you know, this is one of the few ways you can get out of here." ”

"Do you see those things on both ends?" the Driller struck while the iron was hot, "they're also Ketonia, but they're nowhere near as reasonable as I am...... Or rather, they don't have intelligence in the human sense. ”

“...... Besides, they're much stronger than you, aren't they?" Faust decisively chose to grab the white, "Come on, Mr. Drill Worm, there's no need for us to continue playing dumb riddles." ”

Faust felt that the other party did not seem to want to kill him, or even to do anything with him, and if he wanted to, he had lost consciousness and would have died a few times. Faust does not feel that this stems from the noble character of the other party, and it is clear that killing or attacking Faust for some unknown reason will cause it trouble.

Faust's attitude, keenly aware of this, immediately turned a hundred and eighty degrees, and began to appear arrogant and complacent, "Sir, please allow me to call you that......"

Faust smiled maliciously, and he was about to uncover the secret he thought he had protected well, which made his almost static heart lake ripple - this thrill that was directed at the heart was one of the reasons why he chose to become a telemagician.

"Dear Mr. Drill Worm......," Faust bowed, "let me guess, perhaps...... You were once a human, too?"