"I don’t even know why he’s here," Ian also looked up at the awakening War God Ares. Other than not having any life aura, this god really doesn’t look like a dead person.
Perhaps the way divine spirits and humans understand death and the form of corpses are not quite the sa.
"It can’t possibly be that the corpse gained wisdom and beca a spirit, right?" Thinking about this, Ian couldn’t help but recall the recent words spoken by the awakening War God Ares, and his expression gradually turned peculiar.
The setting of a corpse gaining wisdom and that phrase just now both ca from the sa literary work.
"What did you just say, what did we agree on?" Ian loudly inquired, trying to gain information about this mysterious tomb from War God Ares.
However.
The quietly furious War God Ares glared at him, "Of course it’s about what you promised . We agreed you sold the intellectual property of the phrase ’et no god without worship, true life lost, your na on the cycle tablet.’ Only I can say it, yet you violated my intellectual property just now!"
"You also said that intellectual property must not be infringed!" This ti, the War God Ares was genuinely angered, but the reason for his anger was sowhat hard to take seriously.
The skeptical rlin couldn’t help but twitch his eye.
Frequently glancing at the Little Wizard.
"..."
Ian was speechless.
Though he did acquire so information, it was far from what he wanted. Selling intellectual property? A fantasy version of selling Tang poetry in ancient tis?
"Could it be that you’re guarding this place just because of this?" Ian couldn’t help but ask, thinking it really did sound like so sche he would co up with.
"Heh, not at all."
Fortunately, War God Ares wasn’t as foolish as Ian imagined, not like the foolish son of a landlord, "I’m guarding sothing else, your tomb is just incidental."
He even spoke vaguely, not ntioning what he was guarding, perhaps because even "divh" shouldn’t know, or maybe because of the presence of "rlin," the outsider.
"Is it really a tomb?"
Ian caught the key point and was a bit surprised.
"Am I really dead?"
He looked at War God Ares on the throne, but to his surprise, not only did War God Ares provide no useful information, he even pursed his dry lips in annoyance at the Little Wizard.
"Don’t ask , I’m just a corpse who can’t figure out your sches... Oh, right, I rember, Athena told not to talk much with you."
"You excel at manipulating others with words."
After speaking.
War God Ares simply closed his eyes again, as if reverting back to a cold, dry corpse, sitting motionless on the throne, his flesh dried yet not decayed.
Still tightly clung to his bones.
"Wake up, don’t believe it, Athena probably had so garlic, let’s chat for a few more minutes, how about we talk five bucks’ worth? I can pay you with so impressive intellectual property."
Ian tried to awaken the closed-eyed War God Ares.
However.
War God Ares completely ignored him, being as unresponsive as if dead... Well, he indeed is dead.
"Damn it."
Ian helplessly looked up at the floating palace, the ancient palace with its somber glow hovering in the shadows, exuding an overwhelming aura.
One glance and it seed costly to build.
"Still have to take a look inside." Ian drew out his Magic Wand and waved, the Transformation Technique conjured a stairway to the sky, and as he ascended, he turned back to see rlin still standing in place.
His feet seed rooted to the ground.
Showing no intention whatsoever to follow. Even to the extent that he was glancing around, trying to find the vanished bridge, but even with his prophetic ability maxed out he couldn’t find a way to escape.
"Co on."
Ian urged.
rlin remained as immovable as a mountain.
"I have no interest in grave robbing, I don’t like grave robbing."
His survival instincts seed to still be at work.
"..."
Ian felt a headache coming on.
"Just treat it as inviting you over to my place as a guest." Ian still wanted to use rlin to foresee any potential protective asures that might exist inside, of course, he couldn’t let rlin stay outside alone.
This might seem a bit underhanded.
But caution is indeed necessary.
"Who invites others to their own tomb as a guest..." rlin’s eye twitched a few more tis, this niche invitation really made it hard for him to maintain composure.
"Seriously, I might even have a banquet set up inside, inviting grave robbers to sit down for drinks and at, you never know how generous I am!"
Ian attempted to hoodwink rlin.
rlin, however, remained unshaken.
No choice.
"Did you know, War God Ares loves eating people, as soon as I leave, he’ll probably eat you up to regain strength." Ian could only make his voice sound sinister.
How could this not be considered a threat?
Ian felt he actually had no control over War God Ares.
But, rlin didn’t know that.
This trick indeed worked wonders. rlin only glanced at Ares’ enormous body, and in the next mont, he instantly appeared beside Ian.
The Little Wizard couldn’t even see how the guy moved.
"Actually, I’ve already found what I was looking for." rlin sighed helplessly, revealing his main reason for not wanting to proceed, which imdiately surprised Ian.
"What?"
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