Cheese looked at Bacchus and then at the arms, and using two arms that didn't belong to him as temporary prosthetics or even for spell casting was not a problem for the Grey Robe. The question is, whether he wants to do it, and what the consequences will be if he doesn't, "What if I refuse?

The magical light in Dionysus's eyes surged as Cheese's words fell, and those who knew the caster knew that this was clearly the case when the spell was cast!, however, Cheese didn't move, didn't want to defend or attack, he didn't do anything, and there was no flash of magic in his eyes. Did he give up his resistance? Is he waiting to die now? Or does he know more about Bacchus' thoughts than he thinks? No one can tell, but the light in Bacchus' eyes did go out after a few seconds, and disappeared into the darkness again with those hands.

"You think I won't do it?" his actions proved it, but Bacchus still wanted to know why Cheese made such a judgment. It was enough to kill him.

"First, I won't accept a gift from an opponent before a battle, especially if it's part of the spellcasting component, I'd rather have no arms than borrow yours. Cheese smiled and said, "Besides, don't think that I haven't read the notes and articles you left in the tower, and I don't have the inner or outer body, but that article has revealed a lot to me." ”

"As for the second," said the mage, his face darkened, "and I don't see any reason why I'm going to fight you here. To be honest, I don't see any reason for a conflict with us. We were all trained from the Grey Tower, and we were the only ones trained by the Grey Tower. In this world, we are alone. ”

"There is no one in this world who is lonely. Now that you've read my article, you should know. Bacchus muttered, but he wasn't done yet, and he wasn't all about refuting Cheese's point. Because he could hear the complex emotions in Cheese's words, there must have been some stimulus that caused this emotion to arise, "How many died? Who killed them?"

Needless to say, they all knew what Bacchus was asking, "I only saw one, I should have been the second." Now maybe there is a second, maybe there are more than two. Anyone can be killed, anyone can be killed. After all, when we are hostile to each other, no one will leave their hands, and if they keep their hands, they will die. ”

With a long sigh, the vines wrapped around Dionysus slowly moved away, and he landed naked with his feet, and casually pulled out a large piece of cloth from the gap between the vines, and draped it over his body with his backhand, which was his gray robe. Cheese could see the emblem on the gray robe of the god of wine, which was a ball with hands and feet, branches, wings, and other limbs sticking outward, and in the center of the ball was a tower that stretched out. The insignia of the gray robes will have the shadow of the gray tower more or less, even the cheese himself, and the main body of his emblem is a mouse wearing a hooded robe and holding a lantern, and behind this mouse is the isosceles triangle that symbolizes the gray tower. Not to mention that like a cursed crow, the main body of the emblem is a gray tower.

Bacchus raised his hand, and the light source in the room changed, and the light that was originally concentrated in the center was evenly distributed in the room, which showed that this was not just a place for people to live as it seemed on the surface, and the gray robe that lived in it had a closer and more complex connection with the building in the tree hole.

"Water, or wine?" he asked, as if he were entertaining the neighbor's master, as if he were entertaining the neighbor's master, as if he were entertaining the master of the tree, and picked up two cups that had been turned upside down on them, and poured a reddish liquid into one of them, then looked at the cheese and asked. Now the god of wine, there is no longer the slightest hostility, and the magical aura on his body has disappeared, and he seems to no longer want to do it.

"Wine. Cheese walked up to his fellow doorman, and the arm that had led him to the cup of wine was lifted in front of him, "Although we all call you Bacchus, you have never touched wine before." ”

"You wouldn't have accepted food from others, especially from the same family, before. I remember when you were a kid we used to make you a cake to celebrate your passing exam, and that cake was later thrown out of the window. You've been too protected by Ann Lina, or rather, she's controlled you too tightly. This is not my assessment alone, most people feel that way. Bacchus shrugged, he was older than Si, and some things that were childhood for Cheese didn't seem so old to him.

"To be correct, it wasn't actually what she meant to throw the cake out of the window. She did tell me about it, but I really thought you were going to poison me if you made a cake. I couldn't understand how a group of gray-robed people who could dissect the heart with precision could make a cake look like that. Cheese shrugged his nose as if he remembered something that scared him, "Until I tried to get out of the kitchen too." Then I realized that maybe cooking was more confusing than anatomy. ”

"Totally agree. Bacchus drank the liquid from the cup and fixed his gaze on the empty cup. For a long time, "You haven't changed that much, you're just more sleek." You asked for a drink, but you didn't drink a sip, did you? You're just perfunctory. ”

"That's probably because I'm not used to being fed and drinking. I don't want you to poison me so simply. Cheese's eyes glowed blue, and the glass he was holding in his hand shattered. Red liquor trickled down between his fingers, and a worm half the size of a finger struggled between his fingers, as if he couldn't comprehend his situation.

"How do you know that I'm going to poison you, not give you another piece of cake?" Bacchus was still looking at the glass. One detail is that his wine and cheese were poured from the same flask, does that mean that the wine he just drank was also soaked in such worms?

"Given that there are no windows to throw out here, I hope it's not a piece of cake. It's not too late, you can stop. I've seen the master of these things, and he's definitely not what you think. I've read your article and I believe what you wrote in it. I hope you've seen mine too. They are not something we are going to pursue. ”

Bacchus blinked, "Maybe not yours." But how can you say that it's not mine? How many years, three years, five years, less than ten years, you've been out of the Gray Tower? Do you know how long I've been out of there? He promised us that the world has the answers we want. But if there is an answer, then why did he leave? Maybe the answer is not here at all. ”