novelraw Chapter 1522 436: Isn't It Common Sense That You Can't Move During Cutscenes? (4)
Chapter 1522 436: Isn't It Common Sense That You Can't Move During Cutscenes? (4)
The Holy Daughter mentioned reinforcements; could she possibly mean these guys?
Holy Spirit...
This sounds just too weird.
Seeing that the others still seemed unable to accept it, Oke patiently shouted again.
"Alright, to tell you the truth, they are your ancestors! They've seen you suffering and prayed to Lord Divine Son to return to the mortal world. Don't let their good intentions go to waste!"
"In any case, don't worry about what they are; they will help us farm and can use machinery!"
If it weren't for Lord Demon King's request, he wouldn't bother speaking so much nonsense with these humans.
Ances... Ancestors?!
My grandpa??
Old Hank was startled, his gaze towards the skeletons instantly changed.
He remembered his grandpa was also named Hank; his name was inherited from him.
Does that mean... there's an Old Hank over there too?
Not just him.
The surrounding villagers were the same, their faces were both joyful and fearful. Joyful because the spirits of their ancestors still remembered them, fearful that this group of ancestors would work themselves apart.
That would be too disrespectful!
The Chiliarch hesitated as he looked at the small figure in front of him, always feeling he looked like a goblin, yet too embarrassed to ask.
But right now, what's important is not what it is, but what they need to do.
He walked up to that suspected goblin, stared at him, and spoke softly.
"...This task was assigned by the Holy Daughter. Can they handle it?"
"Holy Daughter?! Ah... No problem, they can handle it!" Oke's mouth opened wide, shocked.
Since when did the respected Miss Padric have a rival, and one that was the Holy Daughter of the Church?!
But wait—
Lord Demon King's corruption even reached the Holy Daughter of the Church, doesn't that mean... the corruption of the Great Graveyard has spread to the Holy City?!
Oke was instantly thrilled, even more than when hearing his own mistress had become the Lady of the Great Graveyard.
That's fantastic news!
Seeing that not-so-normal little fellow, the Chiliarch hesitated but nodded reluctantly.
No other choice.
His soldiers could handle regular bandits, but he truly wasn't confident against this group of undead.
Moreover, if they harbored ill intentions, they wouldn't waste time talking; they would have acted earlier.
"Since the Holy Daughter knows about this, I won't ask further..."
Oke: "Exactly, close your mouth, humans! You have so many questions! What you need to do now is have your people follow behind our tractors, scattering seeds! Also, send some to the river; our engineers have been waiting there! You should've arrived yesterday!"
The Chiliarch was left dumbfounded for a long time before managing to choke out a sentence.
"Tr... Tractor?! What's that..."
"You'll soon find out what it is! Let me be blunt, humans from Thunder County are much smarter than you!"
Oke didn't hold back his sharp tongue.
As a creature weaker than Alakdo, he could only derive superiority from these even weaker human beings; back at the Great Graveyard, he didn't dare mess with Alakdo.
Just when he was about to turn and leave, the human Chiliarch suddenly called him again.
"Wait a second."
Oke: "What now?! What else?! Can you humans stop yammering?!"
Ignoring the noisy voice, the Chiliarch suspiciously eyed him, asking in an uncertain tone.
"Are you... a goblin?"
Oke's eyes widened.
Of course, he was.
But Lord Demon King didn't allow him to be.
The first instruction from that Lord when assigning the task was—absolutely not to let anyone from Twilight Province discover his goblin identity, or there would be consequences.
"Goblin?! Which eye of yours sees me as a goblin? I'm... I'm a goblin!"
Ah, so it was a goblin.
The Chiliarch breathed a sigh of relief, smiled at the flustered Oke, and apologized.
"Sorry... I thought you were a goblin."
"Hahaha! You sure know how to joke!" Oke laughed awkwardly, cursing in his heart, damned humans.
"I'm called Luke, what's your name—"
"Oke! By the way, your name sounds terrible!"
Looking at this irritable little thing, the Chiliarch's expression turned odd.
Isn't that the same...?
Just one syllable off.
Not far away, a yawning undead sat on the tractor, glanced at his buddy beside him, making grinding sounds.
"When can we start?"
"No idea! I just hope these NPC drag it out quickly without any more delays!"
As the two were exchanging words, another undead brother not far off cursed.
"Damn! Why can't my legs move?"
The old player beside him teased.
"You're new here, right? Isn't it common sense not to be able to move during cutscenes?"
"@%#!"