Gods and the Man Who Wants to Kill Gods

"I wanted to ask you," Edken wasn't very good at complimenting a human race, but he was forced to put himself in a low position, "What did Lady Emily do to you?"

"I," Stream smiled dumbly, "are you expending such energy just to confirm Emily's humiliation of me?" Stream's mouth said the humiliation, but there was no expression of humiliation on his face, on the contrary, Stream was obviously calm and relaxed in this whole cell that looked so oppressive, this was not an easy thing to do, especially when Stream was trying to put chains on his body, Edken always felt that such a scene was extremely strange and a certain degree of horror was too much.

Stream saw Edken's frightened eyes and seemed to respond, trying harder to destroy a part of his body, while responding very normally, "Oh, oh, it might scare you, but it's a necessary sacrifice, we all know." Before Ms. Mia arrived, it was clear that I must be in a very bad situation. "

"You see, there is always one of us who is a post-age humanoid, and since Lady Emily has decided to send you here, you should be ready to give up your own sense of the past. It's not very unusual, it's very obvious for the humanoids who lived in that golden age, isn't it?".

"I, I" Adken found that the conversation was clearly beyond his perception of the current situation, in fact he did not expect that it was no longer him asking questions, the message was short but shocking. "I don't know," he said, after a while, as he sat down on a stool in the observation room outside the cell, "perhaps you could have a brief discussion with me or just tell me what to do." "

"I don't need to tell you, Mr. Adken. Liu's calm tone, as if the chains that had just been inserted into his body did not cause any harm at all, only his tone was slightly off from his normal tone, appearing higher and more floating than before, a sign of weakness.

Adken was a little scared, born in an era that was not so full of death and blood, everything was made of money, and now he has never experienced such a thing even if he is doing some disgraceful transactions now.

It's an over-the-top question, but time doesn't allow Edken to go home and seek refuge of his own, and he's really had enough of this life.

So he once again took out his inferior handkerchief and used it to wipe his non-existent sweat, "Maybe it's true, I'll go back, we'll meet again soon, right?" "

"Obviously, we'll always see each other later. "