Chapter 3775 He Is a Strange Person

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"Now how to do?"

While keeping eye contact with the other person, I made a few gestures with my hand hidden behind my back.

SOS!

Please, we are all adults, can we not be so childish and engage in some bloody romance where everyone is searching for him through Baidu? If you think more maturely, that person is not in a dimly lit place, but is cooking in the kitchen at home.

What's more, it's still Benzina 30,000 years ago. Although we can't completely equate it, in any case, this is just a dream, and reality is irreversible. She has already become like that. She has a bad temper, a cold face and a sharp tongue, and often draws a sword. Damn it, what's the point of me trying to persuade her to be kind in her dream?

"Hold on, Fanfan, don't look away." As a dog-headed strategist, Tia's voice sounded more excited than me: "This is a rare opportunity, you must seize it and get close to it in one go."

"So what do I do?"

"Use Fanfan to attract Nana's attention with your unique charm!"

I have a unique charm!

"Be confident, you are my proud husband!"

The dog-headed strategist activated the "MAX Encouragement" skill, and the savior was encouraged, his morale increased by 1000%, and he gained a temporary honey self-confidence BUFF.

The savior is coming!

My eyes suddenly became deep and melancholy. I pulled up the wizard's robe and flew high into the sky. I held one hand on the wall and waved the other hand in the air. Like magic, I pinched out a red rose and held it in my mouth. In his mouth, his left and right eyelids blinked nine times at high speed within 0.1 seconds, and he threw a macho electric eye towards the opposite window.

If that doesn't work, maybe you can try singing a song where the girl across from you looks over. I don't think any girl can refuse, she's so confident.

A second later, the window on the second floor slowly closed.

The next second, the sirens blared.

In the third second, the teleportation array lit up under my feet, and my vision went dark. I kept the charming posture of holding the rose in my mouth and holding the wall with one hand, and appeared in a gloomy dungeon.

let me out! ! !

I struggled to shake the iron fence as thick as my arm, and the solid, motionless feeling from my palm made me fall to my knees helplessly.

It’s too real to go to jail with just one click!

"Why are you doing this to me? I just want to make friends!"

In the prison chair, I was imprisoned by dozens of magics and couldn't move. I protested loudly to a row of ten black-robed mages sitting on a long table in front of me, exuding a terrifying aura that was suspiciously like that of the Inquisition.

"You are not the first person to say this, and you will not be the last." A mage in the middle said coldly, obviously not intending to talk nonsense with me.

"Name."

Just when I was about to speak, the dog-headed strategist Tia whispered in my ear. In short, it meant deception.

"Talasha." I'm such a clever little kid.

"Gender", "Male", "Age", "42"; "Occupation", "Wizard."

"Where did you get your soul magic?"

"The teacher gave it to me."

"Who is your teacher?"

…

Under Tia's guidance, the beginning went smoothly, and I finally managed to hide this group of mages. Speaking of which, where did Tia prepare such detailed information? Could it be that she expected that I would be arrested.

Emmm…

Corporal Tia, after I go out, you should continue to be your substitute messenger.

I thought I could get away with it, but I didn't expect that the interrogation questions of this group of murderous black-robed wizards suddenly became weird.

"Do you think a rapier or a mace is better?"

Isn't it a mistake? You are mages, so don't you have the option of a staff? Of course it's a mace!

No, the direction of my complaint seems to be a bit wrong. Anyway...

"Racilard, Fanfan, rapier!"

"A rapier."

"Are there really fish in the sea?"

"some."

"Do you think it's better to have bigger breasts or smaller breasts?"

"Not too big, not too small, just right..."

"What kind of animal do you find most annoying?"

"Toads and the like..."

"Can monkeys really climb trees?"

"Will do."

"Lately, I've always been worried that my dress doesn't match other people's. Is it necessary to change into something more ordinary?"

"I think it's pretty good. You don't need to worry about other people's opinions. Just be happy with yourself..."

"Do all dwarves have beards?"

"Men usually stay..."

"What's the best thing to do when you're in a bad mood?"

"Eat, sleep and beat monkeys..."

"How much snow is there in the Arreat Mountains?"

"As much sand as there is in the desert."

I couldn't help but listen to the dog-headed military counselor who was about to lose his job: "Are you sure this guy in front of you is not Ben Zina?"

The answers to these weird questions make me want to punch someone.

"Isn't this a good thing?" But Tia became happier and happier as she listened. She even cheered for joy. No one else could see it anyway. Is this little girl letting herself go a little too much?

"What good thing?"

"Doesn't this just mean that the entire dream is still under Nana's control?"

"That seems to be the case. If that's the case, why doesn't that guy come out quickly? I'm really going to get angry!"

"Calm down, calm down. I don't think Nana did it on purpose. Maybe she didn't find herself in the dream. These manifestations are all subconscious actions."

"Okay." I have to admit that although the doll princess has a bad character, she is not that bad, especially when she involves her good friend Yudia.

Perhaps, she was indeed not yet awake, and the dream was only dominated by her subconscious mind. What Tia said was absolutely correct.

But here comes the question, why does our talented little mage know so much? After all, I am also the owner of the installation-free green full version of Dream Realm. Why do I feel that I have no advantage at all when facing Tia, a cloud player? Why does she know more than me?

"Hey, hey, I would be embarrassed if Fanfan praised me like this. Maybe it's because I like to think more."

No, I’m not complimenting you. Besides, I praised you and you treat me like this? I don’t like using my brain? !

What you said is absolutely correct, substitute messenger, just continue to be in front of me.

In short, after a series of questions, all the black-robed mages finally stood up in unison.

"Your identity has been confirmed without a doubt and you are free to leave at any time now."

Hurry, untie me, don't waste time.

"Finally, I have a personal question. You can answer it as you see fit. It's okay if you don't answer it, but if you answer it wrong..." He laughed sinisterly a few times, and the leader of the black-robed mage came over and untied the magic restraints on me. , while lowering his voice.

"Who do you think is cutest?"

Is it such a question that tortures the soul? !

I looked stern and felt tormented in my heart. What should I do? What should I do? I always like the signature of (). Who filled in the last one? There are so many characters that I can’t remember them all.

Fortunately, Tia is here.

I looked solemn and clenched my right fist against my heart: "Your Highness, Princess, is the best in the world!"

"It seems that I asked unnecessary questions. The young man has good eyesight, but don't do this kind of thing in the future. If you try to spy on Her Royal Highness from the window, be careful not to be caught by the escort and burned at the stake."

"Oh, by the way."

After untying his restraints and about to leave, the black-robed mage turned his head and smiled slightly under the shadow of his hood.

"I'm also a member of the escort team."

After saying that, he strode away. The dungeon, which was not supposed to be windy, suddenly had a strong wind, raising his mage robe high. It should have been a BOSS-level aura. It would not be surprising even if it comes with its own BGM. I was completely shattered by the glimpse of the custom-made white undershirt inside.

There seemed to be a portrait of someone printed on the back of the sweatshirt.

Hey, the dead otaku is so perverted.

It was not easy... uh, or was it easy to get rid of suspicion and come out of the dungeon?

"Damn it, I was tricked. Are you sure that guy is Ben Zina from 30,000 years ago? His character was already so bad 30,000 years ago?"

"I think...probably...Nana, whether it was 30,000 years ago or now, has a very good character..." Tia's eyes slightly tilted to the side.

Look into my eyes and speak, my substitute messenger! Do you really think your conscience won't hurt when you say that?

"Anyway...anyway, there must be some misunderstanding. Why don't we try it again."

"You're still here? Didn't you listen to what that guy said earlier? If I'm caught again, I'll be burned at the stake."

"Have peace of mind, you can't be burned to death with Fanfan's strength."

"Are you reassured about this? Are you not going to deny that I will be burned at the stake?! Are the Horadric wizards all crab-legged disciples?" I was shocked, Corporal Tia, I think you want to retire early?

"Excuse me……"

A timid, weak, childish and cute voice interrupted Tia and me.

The owner of the voice, an inconspicuous rag doll stretched out its upper body in the corner of the wall, was looking at me with its shining eyes of glass beads.

"This strange gentleman talking to himself against the wall..."

"???"

I was about to retort, but I saw Tia desperately making a silencing gesture to tell me not to speak.

"Please accept my apologies!"

After saying that, the little rag doll came out from the corner and bowed to me.

"Wait, who are you? Why do you need to apologize to me?"

"It's all because of me that Mr. Weird was arrested. I'm really sorry. I was so scared that I subconsciously pressed the alarm..."

Saying this, the ragdoll bowed gracefully several times in a row.

I rubbed my temples and finally got some ideas.

So this guy is Ben Zina? Or Benzina from 30,000 years ago?

Such a doll? !

So the doll is hereditary? !

The Horadric puppet master per capita? !

"Of course it's impossible, Fanfan, you idiot, this is just a puppet controlled by Nana." Seeing me look shocked at first, then suddenly realizing, and finally showing a disgusting expression again, Tia somehow understood it. My spiritual journey, I quickly explained.

Actually, I'm more curious about how you figured it out.

While I was complaining in my mind, I didn't forget to deal with this strange doll at my feet.

"My actions were too presumptuous. A friend told me that as long as I do this, I can gain your favor, Princess."

Hearing what I said, the doll covered its small mouth and let out a few shy, dignified and reserved melodious chuckles.

"Is that so? Mr. Strange seems to have made a strange friend."

Isn't it? There is even a strange doll.

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