Chapter 944 What Is the Relationship Between the Plague Lord and the Plague Girl?

silence.

There was silence.

Deathly silence.

As early as the golden wings floated in the air and made a sound, several visitors from the Eagle Kingdom had already turned around and bowed down. Hearing half of it, he froze at the same time:

The female snake's enchanting figure was lying on the ground like a snake, with her head half raised, her neck standing there as if it had been petrified. With that arc, Grete felt that she needed to have a cervical spine adjustment at any time;

The two Golden Eagle warriors knelt down on one knee, put their right hands on their chests, and bowed their heads deeply. On the left, the younger Traka swayed and quickly supported the ground with his left hand;

The older one on the right is holding on fairly well at first. When he heard "Lord of the Plague", he turned around suddenly, then quickly turned back to face Golden Wing, and his spine made a clicking sound...

Not to mention that the chief of the Kestrel tribe has bulging eyes, as wide as two small light bulbs;

The great shaman of the Black Panther tribe had a rattling sound in his throat, but he couldn't even utter a single word;

The great chief of the Bison tribe slowly opened his mouth, his lips opening and closing unconsciously, like a big fish out of water. Gretel guessed that he was either muttering "Thunder God's youngest son" or "Plague Lord"...

The eyes of the various small and medium-sized tribes, chiefs and great witch priests fell to the ground.

After a long time of silence, Priestess Titlan finally took a deep breath and lifted her petrified state. She turned around, restrained her charm for the first time, and bowed her head solemnly to Gretel. Put your hands on the ground and lean down gracefully:

"I was offended. I didn't expect that you are actually a son of God..."

Hello!

do not do that!

I am really not the son of Thor!

How on earth did you translate, from the Holy See of Radiance to the Kingdom of Eagles and then to the long-distance transmission of spells, with three passers-by and four passers-by, translating "the youngest disciple of the Lord of Thunder" into "the youngest son of the God of Thunder"!

If a translation of this level is sent to a publishing house, it will be sent back for revision. If the translation is not completed, it will not be reviewed!

"The youngest son of the God of Thunder...the youngest son of the God of Thunder...hahahahahahaha..."

In the spiritual connection, Cerela couldn't stop laughing.

Grete really doubted that if it hadn't been transmitted through the spiritual connection, she would have been able to laugh until she was out of breath on the spot... It's not necessarily true. The dragon's lung capacity is still very large, and she might be able to laugh for ten minutes without stopping. of.

A quick glance back revealed that Bernard's face was stiff and the corners of his mouth were twitching;

Mr. Valensimo looked confused, his whole person exuding the aura of "Who am I? Where am I? What did I hear?";

The indigenous boy Laton stared at him with admiration, and stars could float out of his pupils...

Although...this translation...can't be said to be completely unreasonable...

Gretel thought for a while, maybe the natives couldn't understand what "Lord of Thunder, Legendary Mage" meant, so it was directly translated as God of Thunder, and then the young apprentice became the youngest son?

Well, as a legendary mage who has transcended mortals and can kill the demigods of the New World...or gods, it is not wrong to be called the God of Thunder. But, the youngest son of the God of Thunder, this is too much!

I carry nothing of divinity with me!

As he was complaining crazily in his heart, Gretel could only nod stiffly and make unintelligible "um" and "oh" sounds. Then, quickly bring the topic back to its original position:

"So, can we continue to discuss cooperation plans?"

"Okay, Lord Son of God." The priestess saluted meekly. She knelt on the ground upright, bowed her head, raised her head, straightened her back, and sat up straight. The entire spine undulates like a snake, which looks particularly pleasing to the eye. It really deserves the title of "female snake".

Gretel just wanted to cover her face:

Just let this topic go, please! Stop calling me Son of God! If this title is spread back to the Kingdom of Kent, it will kill the community!

"Wait a minute." Next to the priestess, the young golden eagle warrior Traka suddenly interrupted:

"How do you prove that you are indeed the youngest son of the God of Thunder?"

"Tlakka! This is the oracle!"

The priestess chided in surprise. Traka bowed his head and apologized, but his tone was unyielding:

"I'm sorry. Of course I don't dare to question the oracle - it's just that what we sent back was to ask about the identity of 'Gret Nordmark'. But how do you prove that you are Gret Nordmark?" ?”

Want to prove that I am myself? This is easier than proving "my mother is my mother", especially when you have an ID card... Gretel wanted to touch the mage badge with his backhand, and he touched it with his hand, and was stunned on the spot:

The prerequisite for the Mage Badge to be effective is that two Mage Badges are swiped against each other, and the information entered in the badges can appear; or if they are swiped on a specific machine in the Mage Tower, the information can appear. Who would touch a mage badge now?

"As you said, you have come from afar. Those who know you here and know your original identity are all your followers." The Golden Eagle Warrior bowed slightly, his tone was solemn, and his expression was sincere:

"This cooperation is so important that we have to be extremely cautious. Sorry, apart from the narrative of you and your entourage, is there any way to prove that you are indeed the youngest son of the God of Thunder?"

I...I can't prove it. I am not the teacher's son, but his young apprentice. There is really no such thing as divinity in me... Gretel quickly turned his thoughts, suddenly an idea flashed, he raised his hand and touched it casually:

A bolt of lightning came out in response and turned into a palm-sized white cat, which landed silently in his palm. At first glance, the cat's body is silver-white, but upon closer inspection, each hair is like a small lightning bolt, constantly jumping and stirring.

Grete stretched out his hand to scratch its chin. The cat closed its eyes, raised its head and enjoyed it for a moment, rolling comfortably in his arms.

There was silence in the huge temple. The chiefs and warriors were a little better. The priests, who were more sensitive to energy and mysterious power, stared at the silver kitten, each one's hair standing on end, and subconsciously held their breath.

Gretel lowered his head and petted the cat. Once, twice, until Cerela became a little impatient and snatched the silver cat away, then he raised his head and asked with a smile:

"Excuse me, does this count as proof?"

"certainly!"

The priestess nodded quickly. No joke, that cat looks petite and light, but its body contains endless violent and destructive power. If those silver-white thunderbolts were released here, everyone in the temple would die!

Who could restrain the power of thunder to this extent, and even give it wisdom, if not the God of Thunder? !

She reluctantly glanced at the kitten again. Cerela seemed to be aware of it and raised her head to glare at her. The priestess quickly averted her gaze, not daring to provoke the girl who ate the golden light as a snack, and said with a smile:

"Dear Son of God, please forgive our ignorance..."

No... Grete's vision went dark, and behind him, the laughter of "chichi" and "chichi" resounded again.

This wave is really going to kill the society. I hope this joke will not spread back to China, and I hope Mr. Barensimo can keep it secret...

It's a pity that he can't go back and tell his companions now. Not to mention admonitions, before she finished complaining, the priestess gave him another heavy blow:

"May I ask, as the Lord of Plague, what is your relationship with the Plague Girl?"

"puff……"

Behind him, Serila couldn't help but laugh. Grete felt a tightness in his chest, and stars appeared in front of his eyes.

Lord of Plagues...Lord of Plagues...Lord of Plagues is just a joking name! Joking! Don't bring me and the plague girl together!

That kind of thin girl in black, the flies are the skirt, the mosquitoes are the streamers, the miasma is the makeup, the aboriginal fear of disease is condensed, the one who controls part of the plague power, I don’t know if it is a totem god or some other demigod... …

Don't use it to compete with me!

"I have nothing to do with the Plague Girl." He replied solemnly:

"I was born, grew up, and became a magician in the Kingdom of Kent. I came to the New World for the first time in my life. I just arrived here three days ago. I have never set foot in the area ruled by the Plague Girl - what do you think I have to do with her? You explain?!"

Following his question, the silver kitten jumped up from Cerira's lap, jumped up, and landed on Gretel's shoulders. He raised his paw, waved it forward, and let out a small "meow".

Under the eyes and at the tips of the claws, electric light flashed. A faint stench instantly floated in the hall.

"Lord Son of God, please don't be angry!"

The priestess fell down again in panic. Stretch your hands forward, press your forehead on the ground, and say softly:

"We don't mean to offend... We just want to know if you have some power over the plague, and whether you can take these powers away from the plague girl..."

Gretel sighed. He raised his hand slightly, wanting to rub his forehead, but finally put it down:

"[Lord of Plagues] is a joking term, which means that I have gone one step further in researching plagues than others. In fact, the main directions of my research are why plagues occur, how to block infections, and these Disease prevention and treatment.”

He thought for a while, touched the space bag again, and took out a stack of journals from it. He opened the pages one by one, put them on the floating saucer, and pushed them towards the priestess:

"Mainly these papers. Because I had done such research, the elders jokingly said it once, and it spread around, and it became this nickname."

The priestess looked up, her eyes confused. As for the two Golden Eagle warriors next to them, as well as several high priests further away, they even subconsciously leaned back to avoid the floating saucer.

On the one hand, I was afraid, but on the other hand, I was eager to try. Gretel has seen several people put their palms down and lift them up, lift them up and put them down, trying to grab a book or tear out a page:

"Is this your reward?—Affix it to the plague maiden, or burn it in front of her, and take away her power?"

Gretel quickly recalled the floating saucer. With a wave of his hand, all the journals were stuffed back into the space bag and would never be released!

"This is just a paper! A paper! It's the research results I wrote! If we really want to stop the spread of the plague, we rely on these things-"

He pointed to the cowpox vaccine beside the priestess:

"To mass-produce, I can't do it alone, I need many assistants!"

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