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"If you were really tired, you wouldn't identify me."

Aaron quietly waited for Gad to calm down slightly and whispered.

"Oh, as I told you, Mr. Aaron, I like freedom and do what I want to do. This is my freedom." Gade glanced at Aaron with his amber eyes, "It's just what you just said The performance reminded me of who I was back then.”

"What kind of performance?"

"That girl, the girl you hesitated about." When he said this, Gade couldn't help but feel a bit nostalgic in his tone, "I was the same way back then. I always had to face choices. It was very helpless, but unfortunately this is the fact."

Gade filled a glass of beer for himself again, raised the glass and gestured to Aaron, "For the girl named Isabella?"

"Where is she now?" Aaron held the cup hesitantly and took a sip of the light beer.

The light beer in this magical world tastes roughly the same as the beer in the original world. The only difference is that the beer in this other world also has a bit of strange spices, and it is unknown what kind of flavoring materials are mixed in.

It's slightly astringent in the mouth, but once it slides into the throat, there's a sweet aftertaste.

"She wants to stay here for one night, just like you." Gade said casually: "However, this is the last thing I can do to help you. Originally, her money was not enough to stay here for one night."

Inexplicably, Aaron felt that Gade's ferocious face softened a bit.

"Don't thank me in a hurry, Mr. Aaron, maybe you should pay attention to yourselves."

"What do you mean?"

"The aura of cult, here in Badibila, the aura of cult is what you need to care about the most. It is even more important than food and water. Without food and water, you will starve to death or die of thirst at most. , but if you don’t pay attention to the cult atmosphere..."

Gad sneered a few times and looked at Aaron with some pity: "Sometimes, death is a kind of relief."

"But I didn't..." Aaron was about to retort, but suddenly he was stunned, and a chill filled his heart.

"Have you thought of it?" Gade took out a piece of cloth, wiped the table, and asked slowly.

"Is it Alice..." Aaron narrowed his eyes unconsciously and stared at Gad.

Yes, he hadn't noticed that all along.

Alice!

After he had gone through so many battles and encountered many cult phenomena such as the "Creep Lord" and the "Throat of Death", Alice, who had been by her side, was also silently suffering from the cult atmosphere. Dip dye.

He has a system that can counteract the influence of the cult aura and keep his soul pure and flawless.

Although the degree of contamination she received was far less intense than his, she did not have a system that could completely eliminate this evil aura.

"I am a legendary archmage. After coming to this world, I almost lost most of my strength. The laws of this world are somewhat different from the world I came from, but my knowledge is still there..." Gad He said unhurriedly: "Mr. Aaron, maybe you are wondering why I don't seem to have a supernatural aura on my body."

Hearing this, Aaron couldn't help but nodded, but there was a hint of speculation in his eyes.

At first, he thought that Gad had his own unique breath-containing method that could prevent the extraordinary breath from leaking out.

But now that he said so...

"I have not studied the power system of this world," Gade said in a calm tone, "All power in this world comes from cognition, which means that the stronger you are, the closer you are to the origin of the world, which means... …the easier it is to be eaten by the origin of the world.”

The tone was understatement, but the cruel undertones made Aaron frown.

"I have searched for traces of gods in this world, but found nothing. Perhaps, I feel that the so-called gods, whether they are born gods or gods evolved from mortals, have been corrupted by the will of the world and become Many evil gods..."

It was as if the words themselves carried some kind of power, bringing up wisps of dark wind in this noisy tavern, and an inexplicable chill filled my heart, as if a pair of eyes were watching this space.

The tavern that was originally bustling with free drinks suddenly became cold. Everyone lowered their voices a bit while talking and laughing, and even a few people with sensitive spiritual senses began to look around nervously.

Like dominoes, in just a few breaths, all the drinkers present stopped communicating at the same time and looked at each other warily.

Got a cult vibe?

Which blind cultist dares to show off his cult aura in the Weed Tavern?

In Badibila, even if cultists can appear openly, they must abide by its unwritten rules - at least they cannot openly show their cult aura in front of everyone.

Otherwise, who knows if this cultist is offering sacrifices to some indescribable existence?

Especially in crowded places such as the Weed Tavern, people are becoming more and more concerned about this situation.

Every extraordinary person is blood food in the eyes of those evil gods.

Almost everyone was looking at the nearest cultist, with their hands on their weapons, ready to fight back at any time.

The cultists are also sizing up their companions: Which idiot with no brains dares to reveal the aura of a cult in a place like this?

The bright candlelight above the head flickered due to the gloomy wind. The beating fire illuminated the expressions of the extraordinary people with different thoughts. The messy shadows grew ferociously on the wall, as if they were coming at any time. Evil thoughts burst out of this shadow.

Several waiters, who had seen strong winds and waves, looked around uneasily, unable to conceal the panic and fear in their eyes.

"Look, Aaron, this is the hidden power." Gad's voice was slightly weird at this moment, as if he was also affected by this abnormal phenomenon, "Even if it is mentioned, it will affect the power of reality, this world The power comes from cognition, but unfortunately..."

Under Aaron's gaze, he quietly turned around and picked up a half-filled wine bottle and patiently wiped off the dust on it, as if he didn't notice the commotion in the tavern.

"Is there really no other way?" Aaron glanced at the tense crowd and asked reluctantly.

"Maybe, maybe not." Gad coughed slightly, "But I'm tired, Aaron, really tired. For me, being buried here after death is my destination... Everything is over As of now, I don’t want to get involved in these things anymore.”

Hearing the deliberate alienation in Gade's tone, Aaron couldn't help but fall silent and simply drank the wine in one gulp.

The light beer was bitter, just like his mood at this time.

Since everyone has already made it clear that this is the point, talking more is useless and is just a waste of each other's time.

"However, maybe I can provide you with a little extra help." Gad pointed to the one-handed hammer that emerged from behind Aaron. "I have collected a lot of good things before. Maybe this is what I can do." I’m giving you my last bit of help.”

Thanks to Peanut Butter for the huge tip! ! !

Boss, look, are you still missing leg pendants?

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Rounding off, 11 more chapters are due...