Chapter 82 82. Special Individual
Luo Er experienced the feeling of flying like an eagle catching a chicken, but he was the chicken and it was too uncomfortable. Their altitude was constantly rising, the ground became farther away, and the coastline began to become round.

"Where are you taking me?" Rawl shouted.

"My collection, but this is the first time I collect a living one. Don't bore me, or you will only be able to stay here as a head." Jibril thought for a moment and replied.

Listening to the other party's words, Luo Er was sweating profusely. This was simply a time bomb. No wonder it was called chicken stewed with mushrooms.

Soon, Jibril brought Rawl back to where the Flügel lived.

"Xiaoji, what did you bring back, meow? A monkey? Or a living meow?" A Flügel flew in front of Jibril and showed off.

"Hey, what are you, a monkey?" Jibril then looked at Roll. She didn't know what race the other person was.

"I am a monkey." Rawl answered without hesitation. He would not expose the current human race for the so-called dignity. He believed that these superior races would not investigate him.

"What a monkey." Jibril felt bored.

“Xiaoji, you collect a monkey, meow. Hahaha, I’m dying of laughter.” Azriel laughed out loud.

Jibril was so angry that she wanted to kill Rawl on the spot. She was not good at dealing with Azriel to begin with, and now she was even worse off.

“Xiao Ji, I heard that you caught a live monkey. What kind of monkey was it?” The other Skywing species came running after hearing the news.

Looking at the curious eyes of the Skywing people, Luo Er felt like he had really become a monkey in a zoo. These women wanted to tear him apart for research.

“This isn’t important, can you let me play with it?” another Flügel said in a pleading voice.

"No." Jibril was unwilling of course. This was her collection. She quickly grabbed Rawl and took him back to her collection location. There were heads of various races here, including the dragon spirit species, which was placed in the most conspicuous position.

Fortunately, in this world, Luo Er was used to seeing dead people, so he didn't feel anything about this scene. But would he have to live in a place full of heads in the future? Many races are humanoid.

Jibril then said, "Tell me all the functions of these glasses."

"Can you give me a book?" Luo Er shook his head.

"Oh my, you monkey dare to negotiate?" Jibril showed a dangerous expression.

"Just give me some books to kill time. It won't take you much trouble, will it? And I will tell you everything." Luo Er sighed. This feeling of being helpless was not pleasant. The other party was a war weapon and was too powerful. Although he shared it, he didn't know what his own strength was like and there was no standard to compare with.

Jibril then used space teleportation to leave, and soon reappeared with a large number of books. Roll then explained to her all the functions of the glasses, and also gave her the Foot Lijian.

After hearing the description, Jibril was extremely surprised. She didn't expect that the small glasses could hide so many functions. She then left Raw and went out to study alone.

Looking at the heads around him, Luo Er swallowed his saliva. Life here was too challenging. Fortunately, there was less black and gray here, so he didn't have to worry about it as he was dressed warmly. He picked up the book about the Flügel, frowned, and started to learn the language of the Flügel again.

After just one day, Luo Er realized a serious problem, that is, there was no food. The other party didn't eat food at all, which made Luo Er want to cry but had no tears.

The only food he could accept here was the dragon spirit's head, but if he ate it, he would undoubtedly die a miserable death.

So, in order to distract himself, Rawl put his energy into books again. He didn't know how long it had passed, but he could barely understand the books of the Skywing race, and he had to guess between the lines.

After all, there are no similar books in other languages ​​for comparison, so it is more difficult to learn, and he is not a genius like Bai Dong.

The sun rose and set for several cycles before Luo Er saw Jibril. "Great, you're finally here." Luo Er was weak.

"The monkey is going to die?" Jibril was a little surprised.

"Well, I want food. Can I eat that?" Luo Er pointed at the dragon spirit's head.

"Haha." Jibril sneered and threw him and the book into the space tunnel. Roll appeared in another place.

Unfortunately, there was no food here. The Skywing species did not need to eat, and Rawl felt helpless. This was the second time he had almost starved to death.

Jibril took out the sickle. After all, she was just curious about Rawl and had no other thoughts. Once Rawl was useless, she would collect his head without hesitation.

"Go to hell with your chicken stew with mushrooms." Roll cursed in his heart, and then said: "Kill me, you don't even know why the God of War Artosh lost."

Jibril stopped swinging her sword and looked at Rawl with anger. He actually dared to call that adult by his name. It was unforgivable, but she couldn't pretend she didn't hear what he said. Would the God of War lose?
Do not call him by his first name.

A huge sense of oppression came over her, and Jibril quickly knelt on one knee and lowered her head.

"Weakling, what a joke. Are you sure I will lose?" The God of War's voice was flat.

"Well, God of War, you don't understand the ways of the weak, nor do you understand the wars of the weak." Faced with the suffocating feeling, Rawl answered fluently, even though he was very hungry.

"I see. I have waited too long, weakling. I look forward to the war you mentioned." The voice died down and the sky became clear. This was the first time that Rawl saw the sunshine. It turned out that there was sunshine in this world.

At this time, a large number of Flügel rushed over here and surrounded Jibril.

“What happened, meow? Why would Master Artosh say something like that?” Azrael flew back and forth between the two of them, seeming to try to figure out what was going on.

Luo Er finally calmed down. With the words from the God of War, he would not die. He would just be in trouble in the future. He might have to deal with these Skywing species. It would be best if he could provide convenience to other human species.

"Why would Lord Artosh say such a thing?" Jibril didn't understand why he would look forward to a fight with the weak. She could easily take Rawl's head, but why would he say such a thing? She really couldn't figure it out.

"Monkey, what did you do, meow." Azriel looked at Roll, a little angry.

"I'm hungry." Luo Er felt that this problem should be solved first, otherwise he would starve to death first.

Jibril directly grabbed the corner of Rawl's clothes, went out of the space tunnel, and walked towards the ground. Fortunately, Rawl wrapped himself tightly outside, otherwise Hei Hui would have been in big trouble.

"Monkey, why would Lord Artosh approve of the war you mentioned? You are so weak that you might die if you come into contact with the air. You are so weak that you will die even if I leave you alone. You are so weak that I can easily kill you without using an air strike. Why?" Jibril didn't understand.

Roll was slightly stunned when he saw her. The other Flügel didn't believe it at all, but Jibril was the only one who was different. It seemed that the last special individual was still different.

"Why are you so sure? Why does He believe it?" Jibril continued to ask.

It was the first time that Rawl saw Jibril lose her composure like this, and then he said, "Let's play a game. If you beat me, I'll tell you everything."

"Okay." Jibril rarely threatened, but agreed to Roll's game request.

(End of this chapter)