Chapter 20 He is the monster!

Deya's eyes quickly scanned the other person's body.

Then he discovered some problems.

From the appearance, he still can't tell that this is a boy. No matter how you look at it, he looks like a loli girl.

But what he was wearing was not a white long skirt at all, but a pair of floor-length pants with wide legs.

It just looks like a skirt because the trouser legs are too wide.

As for the other party's voice...

Deya remembered the enemies' begging for mercy that came from the headset when he was playing FPS games before he traveled through time.

Those voices were very shrill, just like those of girls. When Deya heard them for the first time, he was very excited, thinking that he had met a foreign beauty and that he could develop a different cross-border relationship.

But after chatting, I found out that the other party was not a girl at all, but a little boy from Europe and America whose voice had not yet changed!
From then on, when Deya played FPS games, he no longer believed those European and American people with girlish voices.

At the same time, he also understood one thing. No wonder the church liked little boys. It really made sense...

Take a closer look at this little boy with long silver-white hair and beautiful appearance... Damn, Deya had a complicated expression and a word popped up in his mind - you painted a girl but insisted it was a boy!

The young priest stared at the other's beauty blankly, muttering to himself: "Actually... it's not impossible for a man."

Everyone nodded subconsciously.

No, why did I nod too!
Deya woke up with a start, he felt like he was bewitched.

The young man with gorgeous silver-white long hair was not angry. He gently lifted his hair and smiled gently, "Don't look at my young appearance.

If we go by age, I should be older than everyone here.”

It was then that Deya and the others noticed that the boy's ears were pointed, not slightly pointed like Camille's, but very obvious.

This is a high elf!
Deya felt that the current topic was a bit biased, and it didn't matter whether he was a man or a woman.

He clapped his hands quickly and changed the subject, saying, "Everyone, we are still in the process of world recollection, so let's not worry about this elf gentleman for now.

What we should do now is to find a way to survive. This mission requires us to find the monster's secret and crack it. Only in this way can we have a chance to survive."

When Deya finished speaking, everyone's expressions became solemn again.

Deya continued, "If we want to survive, we must first understand Abel Duval. As a wizard, I happen to know his origins.

In order for us to pool our wisdom and work together to find a solution to the puzzle, I am willing to share his life experience with you all.”

Seeing everyone looking at him, he said, "Abel Duval was a puppeteer five hundred years ago.

Rumor has it that this puppeteer has an amazing talent and can create puppets that are lifelike and look like real people.

At that time, each of his works was sought after by countless wealthy businessmen and nobles, who were willing to spend millions of dollars to buy them.

However, this puppeteer did not make many puppets, and with his disappearance, the puppets he made also disappeared.

In today's black market, there are still people willing to spend a lot of money to find these missing puppets." Without waiting for everyone to think, Deya added again: "The so-called 'Puppetry' is actually the spell of the 'Creation System' of the Mage Conjuration School. In essence, it is to create constructed life forms. This Abel Duval is a mage of the Conjuration School.

As for the contents of this world's memories, I already have a general idea of ​​the time and events in which they took place.

Since the puppets made by Abel Duvall can be sold at unimaginable prices, people will of course covet this technology.

Many people wanted to become his apprentice and learn skills in order to make fortune. Abel Duval knew that these people had different intentions, so he set up some tests to eliminate those with bad intentions.

The world we are in, Reminiscence, is obviously one of those apprenticeship events."

After a pause, he continued, "As for Abel Duval, there are not many records of his life.

According to my limited knowledge, Abel Duval once had a happy family. He and his wife had a well-behaved daughter.

However, he was not by his wife's side when she gave birth, and she died during childbirth.

He poured all his love into his daughter, but his daughter was born with physical and spiritual defects and died after only a few years.

Abel Duval was in great pain, and in order to revive his daughter, he studied forbidden technology.

Deya looked towards the temple and said slowly, "I think this so-called forbidden technique comes from here, the temple of the God of Dark Moon and Afterglow!"

The priest of the Morning Goddess showed a look of realization, and said with gratitude and disgust: "No wonder this world's memory is called 'The Forbidden Doll of Moon and Night'.

The God of Dark Moon and Sunset is an evil god and the enemy of the goddess. Thank you, sir, for telling us these important things. Your knowledge is really profound. "

The Goddess of Morning Light and Lady of Sunset have always been sworn enemies. As a priest of the Goddess of Morning Light, this young man naturally would not have a good impression of the hostile gods.

Deya shook his head and smiled: "The requirements of each world remembrance are different. This world remembrance rejects the use of force, so it obviously requires our full cooperation.

What I said is not important, it is just for your reference. As a mage, this is just a negligible amount of knowledge. "

His gentle smile and humble attitude are very appealing, but also very deceptive.

Deya's words temporarily eased the tense atmosphere and made the fear gradually disappear. Everyone began to chatter and discuss again, hoping to get more information.

Deya then said: "The mission requires us to stay in the room at 12 o'clock in the morning, and it is already 11 o'clock, we must leave here and return to the room.

As for whether the monster will kill tonight, we can only rely on luck."

As he said this, Deya gave a wry smile.

The faces of those who were discussing excitedly just now became solemn again. The priest of the Goddess of Dawn and his servants even bowed their heads and prayed.

Deya was not afraid of these people solving the puzzle or finding a way to deal with the monster.

because--

【He is the monster! 】

(End of this chapter)