Chapter 340: Arrodes's Question-and-Answer Game

Deep in thought, he watched the wireless telegraph receiver spit out a somewhat illusory sheet of white paper and begin playing a question-and-answer game with Daniz.

He observed the wireless telegraph receiver in the spirit world for a moment, then raised his eyes to gaze into the distance, attempting to use the Eye of Secrets' ability to trace Arrodes in reverse.

A moment later, he withdrew his gaze and shook his head helplessly. The Simping Mirror's hidden attributes are more numerous than I imagined. No wonder it directly ignored my gaze and started playing a question-and-answer game with Daniz.

He turned his attention back to the wireless telegraph receiver, the corner of his mouth curving slightly. The next moment, his figure instantly turned transparent, dissolving into countless points of starlight, brilliant starlight surging forth as it slipped out of the spirit world.

In the hotel room, under Daniz's astonished and wary gaze, brilliant starlight surged forth from the spirit world and reassembled within, revealing Rekton's figure.

"You—how did you get here?" Daniz's expression had not yet recovered, and he spoke with a slight stammer.

Rekton's gaze swept over the wireless telegraph receiver in front of him, and a smile that was far too dazzling for Daniz then appeared on his face.

Before Daniz's face could turn red enough to smoke, Rekton reined in his smile and said in a peculiar tone:

"Arrodes's question-and-answer game requires an audience. Would you like to turn around and see who was watching just now?"

"Audience?"

Daniz murmured in a low voice, turning his head somewhat stiffly. He saw the expressionless Gehrman Sparrow, and Tu Ba Ge wearing a black hooded cloak, standing with both paws on his hips in a pose of feigned seriousness.

His expression instantly turned ashen, looking exactly like a salted fish that had lost its dreams.

The next instant, he whipped his body around, took a step forward, and thrust his right hand out forcefully—however, his hand passed straight through the half-illusory sheet of white paper on the wireless telegraph receiver.

"Bullshit!" Daniz ground his teeth and muttered aloud, crimson light rising from his hand.

"Mm~"

Klein maintained Gehrman Sparrow's expressionless face, swept a cold glance at Daniz, and let out a sound from his nose devoid of any emotion.

Daniz's hand movements froze, and the rising crimson flames quickly dissipated.

Rekton looked at Daniz and offered in a tone utterly devoid of sincerity:

"There are only two of us and a rabbit here. You could try bribing us into forgetting everything we saw written here tonight."

In the time it took to say that, Tu Ba Ge, who had been unable to see the content on the wireless telegraph receiver due to being too short, could no longer contain his curiosity. He pushed off hard with his hind legs, turned into a gray-black blur, and hopped onto the table where the wireless telegraph receiver sat.

It carefully read through the text on the illusory sheet of white paper. As its gaze moved downward, a human-like shock appeared in its deep red rabbit eyes.

After finishing reading all the content on the illusory white paper, Tu Ba Ge hopped over to Rekton's feet, pointed at Daniz, and said loudly:

"So you like being stepped on by others—ew~ what a strange hobby."

"—I get it now! You're the kind of masochist the boss mentioned!"

Daniz's expression shifted from ashen to flushed red, faint illusory black smoke rising from the top of his head. Though he had no idea what a masochist—the word coming from this damned rabbit's mouth—actually meant, he felt it couldn't be a flattering adjective. Beside them, the corner of Klein's mouth twitched slightly. He had moved two steps closer to the wireless telegraph receiver just now and seen the questions Arrodes had posed to Daniz. He had barely managed to keep his expression under control, only to have it completely fall apart after two sentences from Tu Ba Ge.

Calm down. Character. Gehrman Sparrow's character must not collapse. I am a cold and crazy adventurer. At the very least, at the very least, I must not laugh out loud. Klein relied on the Clown's ability to desperately control his expression, once again pressing down the slight curve at the corner of his mouth.

What on earth did Ardes teach this rabbit? Did he ever consider that Tu Ba Ge is just a rabbit? I can't keep bringing this rabbit along anymore, or Gehrman Sparrow's image will sooner or later be ruined by it.

Klein maintained his expressionless facade and met eyes with Daniz, who was stealing glances at him from the side. He saw that this already socially dead fellow showed a trace of relief and a look of letting out a breath between his brows.

You should be grateful for Gehrman Sparrow's character. Otherwise, I'd be loudly mocking you alongside Tu Ba Ge right now.

Clack! Clack-clack!

The wireless telegraph receiver emitted another round of sounds at this point, spitting out another section of white paper. On it were two lines of neat, three-dimensional Runic script: "Great, supreme Master! Your loyal and humble servant Arrodes comes to seek an audience. I stand ready at all times to serve you!"

That doesn't sound right. How is it completely different from before? Was this evil spirit threatened by Gehrman Sparrow? Daniz wore an ugly expression. He felt that everything tonight was like a nightmare.

"You're actually a simping telegraph receiver!"

"So embarrassing! We need to take it back to the factory and rebuild it!"

Tu Ba Ge, who had been stuffed full of knowledge by Rekton, glanced disdainfully at the wireless telegraph receiver suspected of being possessed by an evil spirit after seeing Arrodes's words, his voice full of contempt.

You described that quite vividly, but could you consider that you're just a rabbit? Spending so much time with this rabbit, I'm almost turning into the straight man. Though only complaining in my head.

Klein gave Tu Ba Ge a deep look, then shifted his gaze to Rekton. Seeing that he was utterly unconcerned by Tu Ba Ge's behavior, his expression turned somewhat complicated.

I fully believe in one saying: what kind of person raises what kind of pet! Some seemingly serious people are just deeply hidden goofballs!

Rekton gazed at the newly spit-out illusory sheet of white paper from the wireless telegraph receiver, raised an eyebrow slightly, and asked in a casual tone:

"Arrodes, do you know where the Knowledge Mentor's characteristics can be found?"

"Yes."

"The Steam Church and the Moses Ascetic Order both collect the Knowledge Mentor's characteristics."

"According to the rules, you must answer one question of mine in exchange. Or, you can also accept punishment."

The wireless telegraph receiver on the table clattered out more illusory sheets of white paper, answering Rekton's question.

"..." After a brief silence, purple light flowed in Rekton's eyes, and a dangerous sensation permeated the room.

Daniz beside him subconsciously swallowed. He felt as if countless eyes full of malice were staring at him—everywhere—in the air, in the gaps of the floorboards beneath his feet, on the ceiling above his head—like the myriad stars in the night sky, densely packed and innumerable.

Is this the oppressive presence of a demigod? There's an omnipresent sense of terror, bizarre and frightening, making one's hair stand on end. Klein relied on the Faceless's ability to maintain his expression and movements.

(End of this chapter)