Chapter 476

The woman was dazed throughout the whole process because what happened exceeded her understanding.

The Soul Prohibition Ring made her unable to use mana, and her physical disability made her a useless person who couldn't move. These were all within her understanding, but why could a Level 1 Dispel spell disperse her mana? Why could a bare hand burst her shield?

What was this person doing pinching her mouth and ears? Could he be a psychopath who gets happy when he sees other people's wounds? Why is it getting noisier all around? Why am I a little dizzy? Why does the cabin seem to be tilted?

A series of questions, plus the powerlessness of being manipulated, made the woman more and more annoyed, eventually causing her to explode: "Let go of me!"

As soon as the sound came out, the woman felt like she had been struck by lightning.

"I... I... ho..." I... I can actually make a sound? The woman subconsciously moved her mouth and immediately felt something that shouldn't be there in her mouth.

She couldn't help but stretch it out hard, her eyes looking down, and she caught sight of a small, pink, tender tongue.

Is this a tongue? Is this my tongue? Why is it so tender?

Of course, it's tender since it just grew out.

The woman clumsily tried to lick her gums. She had lost her tongue for a while and had forgotten how to use it.

Each tooth slid clearly across her tongue, clearly telling her that her tongue had grown back.

"I... I..." The woman trembled all over with excitement and turned to look at Ang.

Ang, who had already let her go, tilted his head, looking puzzled, not knowing what the woman was 'I'-ing about.

However, the woman was already shocked by another thing because she discovered that she could hear her own voice. This was a very strange experience, so much so that she only reacted to it now.

She had lost her hearing due to an accident when she was young and hadn't heard a sound for many years. After becoming a mage, because of the assistance of various spells, the lack of hearing didn't affect her life, so she slowly got used to it.

Now that she heard sound again, she was a bit unaccustomed to it. The whole world became three-dimensional and had a stronger sense of space, which was why she felt a bit dizzy and thought the cabin was tilted.

Are my ears healed? Not a hallucination? How is that possible? I've seen countless healers, and everyone told me that unless a miracle happened, my eardrums and tongue would never recover.

"I... I... I..." The woman stuttered for a long time, unable to 'I' out any reason.

Negris felt uncomfortable listening and followed her words, asking, "What is your name?"

"Grei... Bulde, my name is Gre... Grei." The woman's words were like finding a handle, and they poured out immediately, just a bit unfluently.

"Oh, Grei, why are you here? Why did you suffer such serious injuries? Are you an evil person?" Negris asked.

Grei listened intently to every sound Negris made. It was hard for her to understand. Even if she could write every word, she had lost her hearing for too long, and she didn't remember the pronunciation of every word, so she needed to listen carefully.

After hearing clearly, a look of confusion appeared on Grei's face: "You don't know me? You haven't heard of my name? Grei Bulde, haven't you heard of it?"

Negris said inexplicably, "Why should I have heard of your name? Are you very famous?"

"Grei Bulde, Truth Denier Grei Bulde, haven't you heard of it?" Grei asked again.

An exclamation came from Lu Se: "Wow!"

Everyone turned to look at him.

Lu Se hurriedly said, "This nickname is very cool, isn't it? Truth Denier, with my dragon-patterned steel core... ouch."

Before he could finish his sentence, it was the big cat that jumped over and patted his head.

Grei Bulde could be sure that these people didn't know her, so they weren't here specifically to save her.

"So, you just happened to meet Aolaroluokesite and then saved me?" Grei asked with a strange expression, feeling an incomparably absurd feeling in her heart.

Negris shook its head: "Coincidence is coincidence. That guy ran into our companion and wanted to grab his heart, so we killed him. As for saving you? It's not certain yet. Are you a good person or a bad person? If you're a good person, we'll save you while we're at it. If not, let's kill you."

Grei's eyes were full of confusion, as if she had heard some incredible vocabulary: "Good person? Bad person? Is this such a childish division?"

"Childish?" Negris scratched its head: "Then let me change the way of saying it. Good, Lawful, Neutral, Good-Lawful, Neutral-Lawful, Good-Neutral alignment, we save. Chaotic-Evil alignment, we kill. This division isn't childish anymore, right?"

Not childish... because Grei was already dazed. Is there such a complicated way of division? She hadn't heard of it.

"I... I..." She didn't know how to answer to make herself look less ignorant: "I just wanted to ask, what about those who are neither good nor bad?"

"Neither good nor bad? That's neutral. Do they kill people indiscriminately? Destroy roads? Burn fields? Do they follow the rules?" Negris continued to ask.

Grei shook her head, shook her head, shook her head, shook her head.

"Then that means they don't kill people indiscriminately, don't destroy roads or burn fields, but they don't follow the rules either. That belongs to Chaotic-Neutral. It's very difficult for us to handle this kind of person," Negris said in a dilemma.

Grei's head was about to explode. She couldn't imagine that a good person or a bad person could have so many distinctions. She actually just wanted to mock that using good person or bad person to distinguish people was too childish, not wanting an academic discussion, ah ah ah!

Negris misunderstood her meaning and said: "This division doesn't work either? Then we have to divide by life form. If we divide by life form, we can divide into life races, undead creatures, elemental creatures. Among them, the undead in undead creatures can be subdivided into..."

Grei exploded, her eyes bloodshot and red, and she roared hideously: "I'm not here for an academic discussion! Even if I'm Chaotic-Evil, you can't kill me! I am the Truth Denier..."

While roaring, Grei's mana erupted, bursting a shield, and countless elements gathered toward her.

The same scene happened. Ang inserted one hand, and the Hand of Dimensional Passage burst her shield, pinched her neck with one hand, and then Dispel, Dispel, Dispel.

A steady stream of Level 1 Dispel shook away Grei's mana.

Negris frowned and said: "Her mana is so strong, the instantaneous intensity is estimated to have reached the Truth level, not much worse than Deity Diluni. She will lose control for no reason. Is she sick? Mental illness?"

Ang nodded: "Two consciousnesses."

"Two consciousnesses?!" Negris was shocked: "There are two consciousnesses in her body? Dual personality?"

Ang nodded.

Grei was first ashen-faced because she discovered that the strength she was proud of was nothing in front of Ang.

Bursting her shield with bare hands, although it was a shield released in a hurry, it wasn't something ordinary people could easily burst. But Ang burst it easily. His hand seemed to have some special destructive power.

If it were just simply bursting her shield, that would be fine. A Sword Saint could also do it at this distance. What made Grei despair was Ang's terrifying casting speed, at least twenty Level 1 Dispels per second. At this terrifying speed, she couldn't even gather her mana.

However, hearing Negris's words later, her whole heart tightened. She did feel that there seemed to be another self in her body, often making her do things that were out of control.

But she had never told anyone about this. This man actually saw it, and this brass dragon actually said a term she had never heard of—Dual personality?

Thinking about it carefully, it seemed correct. The other self in her body was very irritable and completely different from her own personality. But when the other self had the upper hand, she could burst out with stronger strength.

"Is this a disease? Can it be cured?" Grei asked eagerly.

"Cure? There should be. Go back and ask Anthony. Now put this on first." Negris picked up the Soul Prohibition Ring that had been pinched by Ang from the ground, took out a touch-gold rod and pointed at it, and the pinched place quickly recovered to be intact.

Grei couldn't help but open her mouth wide. She was a Truth Denier, a very powerful mage, and already had her own nickname. She could be considered knowledgeable and well-informed, but the things she encountered tonight were beyond her cognitive range.

A rod can restore broken things with one point? Has the alchemist's technology developed to this point?

Negris put the Soul Prohibition Ring back on her neck. She had already exploded twice. For this kind of person who is easy to lose control, it's better to lock her up first and talk about other things after she is cured.

Then Ang picked her up, held the broken part of her arm, and cut off the stub with one hand.

Grei's eyes widened: "Why are you cutting me?"

As soon as her words came out, she couldn't help but be shocked. Why could she ask such a question? Shouldn't she scream in pain at the first time? She was usually very afraid of pain.

But... it didn't hurt. Although she saw the place Ang cut off exposing bone and flesh, it should have been very painful, but she couldn't feel the pain, as if the arm wasn't her own.

Ang dripped essence liquid, and then sacrificed Holy Light and pressed it down.

A scene that shocked Grei even more was that the flesh buds grew wildly at the fresh flesh of the cross-section, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not long after, a white and tender arm appeared before her eyes.

Grei moved her palm in disbelief, watching it flex and extend before her eyes, and then suddenly stretched it into her mouth and bit it hard.

Although it made her tears flow, she smiled happily: "Hand... hand, it's a real hand, not an illusion, not a phantom limb, it's a real hand. You bestowed a real hand upon me."

"Phantom limb? What phantom limb?" Negris asked curiously.

Grei replied excitedly: "During the time when my hands and feet just fell off, I often felt pain in my fingers and toes, but they had clearly been cut off. It seemed that the limbs in my imagination were in pain. I couldn't even apply medicine to them."

"There's such a thing? Okay, I've noted it down, phantom limb." Negris muttered in realization.

Just as they were talking, Ang had already healed the second arm, followed by the legs.

Grei looked blankly as her hands and feet gradually grew back, her mind blank, not knowing what to think. She thought she would be a useless person for the rest of her life, unable to hear or speak, and would have to defecate on herself without anyone to take care of her.

But now, in less than half an hour, everything had returned. When she tremblingly stepped on the carpet with her newly grown feet, hot tears couldn't help but gush out of her eyes.

"Are... are you a god?" Grei looked at Ang and asked tremblingly.

"Yes, yes, that's the stuff. You say, how hard is it for ordinary people to get this stuff? Unless they defect to the Empire. But once they defect to the Empire, they lose their neutrality."

Silver Coin continued: "Given her family's situation, they will definitely be targeted by the Warlock Alliance. If they can't handle the Empire, can't they handle them? So they must remain neutral."

Negris asked, puzzled: "Then why is she looking for a Soul Casket everywhere? Isn't she afraid of being discovered by the Warlock Alliance and having them think her family is about to defect to the Undead Empire?"

Silver Coin said: "So I think she must be praying in a panic, which is why she secretly looked for me. Her family probably doesn't know; otherwise, they wouldn't let her be so reckless. When she looked for me, she didn't even hold much hope and even used 'alchemical items capable of holding a soul' to probe me."

"Haha, so that's how it is. I can imagine her expression when you said you could get a Soul Casket. Her jaw must have dropped, right?" Negris said, feeling secretly pleased.

It didn't actually care how much money was earned; it wasn't earned for it anyway. On the contrary, it was very keen on things like making other people's jaws drop.

"Then hurry, hurry, hurry, find Du Luo Ken to refine a Soul Casket and take it to sell to her," Negris said.

Silver Coin, however, scratched his head: "I planned to do that at first, but Lord Anthony said it wasn't good. Such a powerful force that controls resources shouldn't lean to either side. We can't guarantee that his reincarnation won't be discovered. So a better way is to build him a new body and let him live longer."

"Build a new body? Like Anthony's?" Negris asked.

"Yes, this is the power of Holy Light. By the way, ask him if he can convert to the God of Scales, but this requires Lord Ang to go in person," Silver Coin said.

Negris suddenly realized: "Kuba Da, this is Anthony's goal. Leaning to either side is bad; leaning to the God of Scales as a third party is best. Good guy, is he preparing to compete with others for manpower now?"

After the discussion, they asked for Ang's opinion. What opinion could Ang have? As long as it didn't affect his farming, it was just cultivating a new body; he had plenty of essence liquid.

However, in order to gain the other party's trust, two new bodies needed to be cultivated. Silver Coin first went to find Luti-Xia for materials, needing some hair, fingernails, or flesh and blood to cultivate the new bodies.

Silver Coin, who had gone over not long ago, returned covering his face, with a large slap print on it.

"What happened to you?" Negris asked, puzzled.

Silver Coin said, crying and laughing: "I went to tell her: Luti-Xia, I have a better way, give me a hair, I... and she slapped me for no reason."

Negris burst out laughing: "Pfft, asking a lady for hair is indeed not very appropriate. Then... the hair, did you get it back?"

"Got it back." Silver Coin handed over a tuft of golden hair.

"Uh, where did the hair come from?" Negris didn't take it but asked clearly first.

"Oh, her pet's hair, a golden jumping rabbit."

Opening the Divine Realm, all kinds of daily necessities were taken out at once, enough for everyone to use for a month or two.

"My lord, is there any refined gold?" Du Luo Ken asked.

Ang reached out and took out an ingot of refined gold.

"My lord, bring a branch of the World Tree."

"My lord, help me cut a groove here, but don't consume the air. We don't have much air; we can only rely on your Spot-Removal Technique."

"Uh, decomposing water into air and fuel? Isn't that too mana-consuming?"

"My lord, elf beans save too much space. One bag is enough for them to eat for months, and they don't even need to excrete."

"My lord..."

Negris and Anthony were there munching on nuts, laughing: "If Cabrera knew that our logistics could be handled by the lord himself, I wonder what kind of expression he would have?"

"Later, bring those night watchmen from Ramor over. The ladder doesn't even need living people to be stationed here; it won't consume much," Negris also laughed.

After everything was handled, Ang teleported back himself and quickly teleported back. This time, he used his Divine Realm to fill it with water.

Tom, who hadn't been seen for a long time, was taken out. It didn't know what was happening when it saw Ang stuffing pure water into it.

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Anthony said kindly: "Don't be nervous, I'll give you a check-up, it will be fine, just relax."

I don't know what kind of magic Anthony's voice had. After Grei finished listening, she really became much quieter, but the other her inside was stirring.

"Can you let the other you come out?" Anthony asked kindly while untying the Soul Prohibition Ring.

Grei shook her head: "No, I can't control it."

"Oh, then when will she come out?" Anthony asked.

"When I'm angry or desperate," Grei said.

"Angry?" Anthony muttered a few words, and then his tone changed: "You stupid, lazy, cowardly, you... #%&..." A series of vicious swear words sprayed out of Anthony's mouth.

The speed was fast and fluent, and the content was rich and vicious, even more so than lightning. Everyone who heard it was stunned.

Grei was stunned for a moment, unable to believe that the kind and friendly middle-aged handsome man just now would suddenly curse. When she reacted, her eyes turned red, and she exploded in anger: "You go..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Anthony's fingers had already pressed on her temples. She only felt her thoughts stiffen, her whole mind became blank, and then she watched helplessly as Anthony leaned into her ear and muttered something.

Grei couldn't think and let those mutterings be imprinted in her mind one by one. At this moment, her only thought was: Can't I even beat Ang's subordinate?

After a while, Grei tilted her head and fainted.

Anthony withdrew his fingers somewhat exhaustedly and returned to Ang's side.

Ang took out a bottle of nutrient solution and a piece of dried beet.

Anthony took it and finished it in a few bites, then said: "Lord Negris, this is not a mental illness. Do you still remember Shamala?"

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