There were no guards at the door, and the place seemed to be isolated, and no matter how dirty and messy it was, everything was clean and crisp as long as it came to the confines of this somewhat villa-like building.

Ruka stood at the door of the iron gate in front of the villa, bowed his head again, and left with his own people.

He didn't seem to care if he would run away or not, and he had considered running away more than once, but he had to admit that this somewhat brainless guy had successfully attracted his curiosity, and for some reason, this place gave him a very comfortable feeling.

Pushing open the mahogany door, which was more than twice as tall as himself, there was a painting of the creation and killing demons on the opposite wall, although I don't know why he hung the painting here that was so easy to misunderstand.

Underneath the painting, a staircase covered with a red blanket and white gold handrails.

"Come on! my ...... Similar. ”

Listening to this slightly crisp voice, he suddenly felt that he might have misunderstood something, this Count Regais did not seem to be imagining, a middle-aged uncle with a beard.

"Interesting!"

He smiled and walked upstairs step by step.

On the second floor, not a single glowing spirit stone appeared, only the wooden table that was nearly three meters long, and the candles placed on it.

The boy, who still had a green face, straightened the white silk scarf around his neck, and then reached out to make a gesture of please.

He was not polite to him, strode across from him, and roughly pulled out a chair and sat down.

He didn't want to follow some aristocratic etiquette, which made him feel awkward.

"Count Regace, before we begin our conversation, I think I need to tell you that I don't know how to make weapons. ”

"You can call me Morston, of course if you like the title of Count Regace, then I don't care, and the fact that you don't know how to make weapons doesn't prevent us from finishing this meal together. ”

Morston smiled and reached for the silver fork and knife.

"Do you have chopsticks? I'm not used to them. ”

"Chopsticks, what's that?"

"Forget it, nothing. ”

He reached out and picked up the fork, and couldn't help but recall the aristocratic etiquette he learned when he was in that capacity, and now he thinks about it, he is still forced to feel comfortable.

The two of them were speechless, and Morston ate the steak on his plate little by little, while the squirt looked at him with a blank face, he would not and did not have the guts to move his mouth to eat what was here, although the food on the plate in front of him was very tempting.

"Don't worry! With black turbidity, are you still afraid of poison?"

Morston looked up and looked at him with a smirk.

An icy killing spread between the two.

"You'd better tell me how you know this term right away, or you won't have a chance to call your guards for help. ”

Feng Tiancone floated beside Lu's face, already aimed straight at his head, as long as he dared to open his throat and roar, then Feng Tiancone would definitely pierce his throat before his voice came out.

"I think you're mistaken, I didn't mean to threaten you, but as a kind, I think we should help each other. ”

As he spoke, a black flame churned on Morston's raised hand, and although he couldn't release black turbidity, he knew the breath on it.

"It can't be!"

He couldn't believe it for a while.

"Then it seems that Your Excellency is now interested in listening to what I have to say. ”

"Of course!"

He is not the one to drill the horns, and since it has happened in front of his eyes, the only thing he can do now is to believe in its authenticity.

"In that case, I think it's important for you to understand your own situation. ”

"You can just call me a gentleman, not Your Excellency. ”

"You've probably heard the word entrant more than once. ”

Seeing that he nodded, Morston continued.

"Then please sit down, and what I say next is likely to cause you to fall to the ground. ”

The corners of his mouth twitched, and the way these nobles slowly swallowed their words had already made him a little unbearable, but in other people's territory, he couldn't have a seizure.

"First of all, I want to tell you about the falsity of this world. ”

"Falsehood? What's that. ”

"It's all people here, half-truths. ”

"What?"

He looked at him incredulously, and a chill ran behind him.

"Judging from the information I have gotten, there were no highly intelligent creatures on this continent, since there was a powerful ...... Well...... After the arrival of the Prophet, he created this world with his powerful life force and spiritual power, so that you entrants could be tested. ”

The flame of the candle reflected in Morston's pupils, making him look like a demon in the dark.

"Creating living things...... This ......"

He just felt that his brain was not enough, and it all sounded too unbelievable.

Morston shrugged noncommittal.

"So what do you mean by half-truths?"

"The creatures that test this place can't have a mind of their own, they can't have novel ideas, they don't have fun and dreams, everything they show is to make you feel like it's all real. ”

"What about you...... If you're doing what you say, you don't look like a creature without a mind of your own. ”

At this time, he finally knew where the feeling of being so false that it made him uncomfortable came from.

"Of course, even if the Council of Four has been controlling the development of these creatures, there will still be fish that slip through the net, in other words, as long as these creatures exist for a long time, then they will evolve their intelligence little by little. ”

"So, in billions of years, when the creatures here are about to evolve into intelligence, the Council of Four will create unrivaled monsters, destroy all creatures, whether they are nightcrawlers or humans, and wait for the destruction to end, and then create a new batch of dummies, of course, this is what I call them, I like to call them dummies. ”

"You still haven't told me what the hell is going on with you!"

"Don't worry, it's a long story. ”

In the face of the scolding, Morston smiled slightly, and then spoke slowly.

"Do you know how long this cycle has lasted, in other words, do you know how many entrants have been here?"

He shook his head.

"I don't know the exact number, there are probably more than 100, so do you know how many people have succeeded?"

He then shook his head, and the other party's way of asking and answering made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Zero!"

He was stunned for a moment, and this answer made him a little incredulous.

"That is, more than a hundred entrants entered here, in vain to get the relics left by their predecessors, and then return to their own world, but since it was created here, no one has succeeded, so the Council of Four began to get impatient, and they couldn't bear it anymore. ”