yasinovel Chapter 3918 Benbo
Chapter 3918 Benbo
Chapter 3918 Benbo
"The main temple of Alga is in front of us." Napoli: "I can only accompany you here, sir. The voice transmission and far-sightedness privileges I have obtained do not include the main temple."
"But please rest assured, sir. With that gentleman here, there will be no danger inside."
Angel raised his eyebrows: "That Lord? Do you mean Lord De?"
Naples: "That gentleman doesn't like people talking about it behind his back, you will know when you go in."
Angel thought for a moment, and finally asked, "What you said to me outside before, did it come from the person in the main temple, or from Lord De?"
It took Napoli two seconds to come to his senses and realize that Ingres was asking, who likes to hear compliments?
Napoli coughed softly and said, "Actually... both. But the one inside is more prominent."
Naples wanted to say something, but he heard the adult's suspicious voice, as if asking what he and Ingres were discussing.
He quickly bowed his head and shut up.
Although Naples stopped talking, Ingres had already roughly understood in his mind that from Naples' attitude, the person inside should not be the same person as Algaron.
But the person who could make Napoli behave so respectfully must be no ordinary character.
Angel pondered for a moment and slowly walked up the stairs.
The moment he stepped onto the stairs, the door of the temple in front of him slowly opened with a creaking sound.
At the end of the stairs, the door of the temple was completely opened, revealing a seemingly endless empty space inside.
The towering dome was hidden in the darkness, with faint flickering lights. Thick stone pillars stood on both sides, and the carvings on the pillars were all in the shape of mirror dragons. Above the cold flames of the altar in the distance, there seemed to be a vague figure, which looked peaceful and solemn against the backdrop of the star-shaped black stone wall.
Ingres walked into the temple step by step, walking on the gray-white stone slabs.
The empty echo of footsteps reverberated in the temple.
When you look at it from the outside, you will already feel that the temple is extremely vast. But when you actually walk inside, you will find that it is comparable to the central square of a town.
However, although it is big, there is no decoration.
In the previous temples, there were at least display cabinets and statues, but here there was really nothing. There were only endless gray-white stone slabs and thick stone pillars of the same style that looked like trees.
"You finally came."
At this moment, a voice came from the altar in front.
Angel looked up and saw that the person who spoke was the blurry figure on the altar that he had seen outside the door before.
The altar was burning with a cold blue flame, and the vague figure was right above the cold flame. At first, it had its back to Angel, as if creating some kind of atmosphere.
But when Angel looked at it, it finally turned around slowly.
Through the cold flame, Angel saw a pair of dark eyes with horizontal pupils and multiple pairs of pitch-black wings.
Yes, it only has one giant eye and wings, and looks like an angel in Earth mythology.
The eyes with horizontal pupils look like the eyes of a sheep, but also like the eyes of a demon. Combined with the multiple pairs of jet-black wings, they really have a bit of the flavor of the demon from the abyss.
But according to Angel's understanding, the abyss demon did not seem to have such an image.
Or is it indeed a demon, but from the Abyss of another aspect?
"You are..." Angel looked at the other person, and subconsciously became alert. After all, the other person's image was not very friendly.
"Sir, don't you know me?" The man with horizontal pupils and black eyes on the opposite side seemed a little surprised.
It is worth mentioning that Ingres discovered that it does not need a mouth to speak, but relies on the vibration of air to make sounds.
Angel: "...Should I know you?"
The horizontal black eyes narrowed, and several pairs of pitch-black wings dropped down, looking a little... wilted?
Angel thought for a moment and added, "I have only been in the Daylight Mirror Domain for a short time, so I don't know much about the situation here. Please forgive my rudeness."
The man with black eyes said silently: "In my script, I thought you would be scared when you saw me. Then I would explain my identity to you, saying that you are different from other humans and I will not eat you."
"But you don't even know me, so this script can only be scrapped."
Angel: “……?” Script? Eating people? Angel was completely confused and had no idea what the sheep-eye was talking about.
Also, is it really appropriate to say these things directly in front of the guests?
Perhaps he saw Angel's surprise, and his black eyes with horizontal pupils let out a few strange laughs before he said, "Good afternoon, Mr. Angel."
The wing covers half of the eye, making it look like it is saluting.
"According to the original script, I should have said good morning to the gentleman. But the gentleman, with his selfless spirit, created an extremely beautiful illusion for my temple, which delayed my original good morning greeting."
"But these time details are not important, the script is still being performed."
"Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Benber Barro, a demon famous throughout the Undying Kingdom, the black hand that instigated the Valley of Division, a gourmet who eats people, and a poet who is in opposition to Luigi!"
Ingres: ??? He didn't comment on the first few titles, but what does the last one mean? Is it different from not being able to write poetry to compete with Luigi in poetry?
Benber didn't seem to notice Angel's expression, and was still immersed in his self-introduction: "However, compared to these unfounded names, the title I prefer is... the playwright who wrote the script of fate, Benber Longgen."
After introducing himself, Benber paused for a moment, as if giving Angel time to react.
Angel was still confused at this time, but when he felt this familiar "reaction time", he immediately understood and said in a familiar way: "How awesome!"
Benbo let out a strange laugh.
Ordinary people would probably have nightmares if they heard this, but Angel discovered through his extrasensory perception that Benber seemed very proud and satisfied with his praise.
"To be able to make the famous Mr. Ingres sigh for me, this is probably a script that even Ea wouldn't dare to write!" Benbo was very proud. The black wings that had drooped down just now because Ingres didn't recognize it were now pulled up into the sky again.
Angel caught a name from his proud words: Ea? Mystical Dragon?
The other party can call the mysterious secretary Long by his name, so he must be another big shot?
Angel: "So, should I call you Benber Barlow or Benber Longgen?"
Benbo said seriously, "Benbo Longgen is my pen name. You can buy my passionate plays at the bookstore at the end of the third fork of Withered Lane on the left side of No. 138 Biscuit Avenue in the Unfallen King City!"
Ingres: ...It's so remote, yet you can still remember it so clearly. Could it be that this is the only store that has your plays?
Although he was secretly complaining in his heart, Ingres nodded solemnly to show that he understood.
"Although I prefer the identity of a playwright, in order to avoid misunderstanding, I reiterate that Benber Barlow is my real name."
Angel: "Okay, Mr. Bumble."
As for whether his name is Ben Burbarlow or Ben Burlongen, well, does it make any difference?
"Excuse me for asking, Mr. Benbo thought I knew you before. Is it because Mr. Benbo is very famous in the Daylight Mirror Domain?"
Benbo said as a matter of course: "Of course, didn't I introduce myself just now? As a playwright, I am very famous in the Daylight Mirror Domain!"
After a pause, Benber said in a slightly lower voice, "But what is more famous than my identity as a playwright is my reputation as a cannibal."
Cannibalism? Angel remembered that when Benber introduced himself before, he seemed to say that he was a demon, a black hand, and a "cannibal gourmet".
"Yes, it's the name of the gourmet." Benbo: "When my first play "The Afternoon of Long Aftertaste" was released, the people in the Unfallen King City asked me to come up with some gimmicks to attract readers."
"I actually didn't want to use gimmicks. I wanted to let the script speak for itself, but that was the publishing house's rule and I couldn't break it. So I just used a bunch of gimmicks."
Like, a demon or something. --Because it looks like a demon.
For example, Black Hand or something. ——Because it said that it had sanctioned some provocative Changhu people.
"Eating people is also what I called a gimmick. But what I wanted to express at the time was that I hate humans. But they used eating people as a gimmick, and even added the suffix 'gourmet', saying that I have 108 ways to eat people."
It happened at the right time.
At that time, many parents saw this name and would teach their children: You must be obedient, otherwise Ben will come to eat you.
As more parents spoke out, his reputation as a cannibal became more and more famous.
Since then, all other names have been buried in the dust, while this misunderstood name has become popular and has become a cannibalistic story for all parents to use to educate their children.
Benbo became popular in this way, and became so popular that people in the entire Daylight Mirror Domain were familiar with his name.
That's why when Benber saw Ingres, he was surprised that he didn't recognize him.
"Anyway, I don't eat humans." Benbo looked at Angel, "I just hate humans."
Benber paused and looked at Angel: "Of course, Mr. Angel, please rest assured, I have learned your information from the main body. You are the only exception. I will not hate you."
The body? The exception?
Angel always felt that Benber's words sounded familiar.
"Your true identity is... Lord De?" Angel asked after a moment's hesitation.
He still remembered that Algaron said something similar when they met.
"You guessed it..." Benbo let out a weird laugh, and his black wings kept flapping, causing the cold flame in the altar below to emit sparks.
"Yes, my other identity is the time body of Algarron!" Benbo laughed strangely with great pride, and glanced at Angel intermittently, as if waiting for Angel's reaction.
Angel: “…So awesome!”
Benbo was very satisfied and continued, "Currently, there are no more than ten people who know my identity. You are one of them now."
Benbo finished speaking and paused again.
Ingres subconsciously wanted to say "awesome", but felt that it was not appropriate to use it here: "Well, it's my honor."
Benber laughed even louder.
After praising Benber several times in a row, it finally got back to the point.
"Olha Steel is with me now."
"Originally, I was going to give it directly to Naples and have him pass it on to you. But I specifically asked for it from me and I plan to give it to you personally."
"After all, this kind of plot is like an epic play in which the gods give a sword to a brave man to drive away the devil. It is a chapter worth singing about! It must be treated with respect. How can we give it to someone else to pass on?"
"So, it would be the beginning of an epic if I personally handed it over!"
Ingres: “…” He actually couldn’t figure out how this had anything to do with the beginning of the epic, so he could only keep smiling.
Anyway, should we start awarding now?
Benbo did not respond to Angel, but changed the subject: "Of course, I asked to come and hand it over to you personally. In addition to the previous reason, there is another more important reason...I want to meet you in person."
Ingres knew very well that this sentence was definitely not over yet.
As expected, the next second Ben Bo said, "I heard that you can customize the login device, sir?"
Customized login? Angel was worried that it might be too much of a request, but if it was just a customized login, then it would be easy.
Angel said calmly: "If someone else came to me, I would definitely say that I don't have customized services. But it's different when Mr. Benber comes to me."
"Indeed, I have customized services here, so Mr. Benber is planning to customize the login device?"
Benber obviously enjoyed Angel's words, and he laughed strangely.
Angel could even sense with his extrasensory perception that Benber had developed a sense of identification with him, a kind of hero admiring another hero.
"Yes, I want to customize a login for myself!"