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Chapter 410 Are they actually intelligent?

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    Ange kept planting vegetables until late at night. Albert couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep with full of questions. He probably couldn't figure out in his life why the resurrected Holy Spirit was obsessed with growing vegetables.

    After finishing his work, Ange found a remote place, activated his ground cracking technique with his feet, and soon sank into the sand, burying him.

    In unfamiliar places, skeletons like to bury themselves, which makes them safer.

    After the burial was complete, Ange's mind retracted, and after a long migration, Ange returned to his own body.

    "Zobada! You are finally willing to come back. I thought you were dead." A group of people cheered around, among which Nigris's voice was the most prominent.

    Ange looked back and saw everyone surrounding him with expressions of concern and inquiry.  .

    "How is it? What did you see when you sent over there? Why did you stay so long? If you hadn't cast the quick-death halo, I would have thought you were dead. Are you farming over there? Really?"  Nigris asked quickly.

    The witch was even more anxious and asked repeatedly: "Have you seen your majesty? Have you seen your majesty? Is your majesty still alive?"

    Ange shook his head: "Locke, soul, shrunken, ashes, consciousness died."

    Everyone was confused. Only Nigris understood it. It translated: "You mean, the node you sent to the past belongs to Locke? His soul shrank and his consciousness died? He turned into a gray skeleton.  Skeleton?"

    Ange nodded hurriedly, this was the communication method he was familiar with.

    "It's Locke? Not His Majesty? How did Locke get there?" the witch was surprised.

    "Of course His Majesty summoned him there. No need to ask, no wonder Locke's body will stay in the Palace of Rest. Let me just say, it can escape back to the Palace of Rest. How could the soul disappear? It turns out that the soul was sent to Your Majesty.  Where did you go?" Duroken clapped his big foot and said in annoyance.

    The witch murmured with some disappointment: "Why did your Majesty summon Locke? Why didn't you summon me? Am I not his most trusted child?"

    The great sage took the opportunity to put his arm around the witch's shoulders and comforted her softly: "Because you have a more important mission, to protect His Majesty's body."

    "Oh, yes, I almost forgot, my mission is more important." The witch cheered up.

    "Then what? Where did you go? What was there? Is there anyone? How many? What do you farm for? What land? How big is it?" Negris continued to ask, leading questions.

    This is the communication method Ange is most familiar with. You don¡¯t have to think about what to say. He can just answer whatever Nigris asks. Even if he is talking word by word, Nigris can understand it. It¡¯s so comfortable.  .

    After some exchanges, everyone was shocked by the information revealed by Ange.

    "The Warlock's Starburst Array of Endless Star Power? What Warlock? Alchemist?"

    "Starburst method, is it a weapon that can kill us by firing starbursts?"

    "The Immortal Empire? The Immortal Empire established by His Majesty? You didn't ask, did you? You didn't ask anything? Why did you go farming? Oops, I want to strangle you to death."

    Nigris complained and wanted to strangle the skeleton: "Hurry up and project back to find that so-and-so Burt, right? Ask clearly. Do you know what to ask? I'll make a list for you."

    "You, go together." Ange said.

    "Huh? Me? Do you have a way to take me with you? I tried, but I can't attach myself to your mind." Nigris said.

    Ange didn¡¯t explain, grabbed the little yellow book and stuffed it into the Palace of Rest.

    But immediately, Nigris' thoughts were projected onto him, and he hurriedly said: "Wait a minute, in this situation, we may have to stay here for a long time. There is no death aura and energy here, so leave some for them."

    The witch waved her hand: "No, no, no, the bag of soul crystals just now has completely restored me. I will survive for another thousand years"

    Before he finished speaking, Ange dug out more than a dozen bags of soul crystals and threw them aside. The witch couldn't help but pounce on them and changed her words: "I want to lie on it and sleep."

    With a huge amount of soul crystals, who wants to endure the hardship? For the past thousand years, witches have basically relied on sleeping to survive.

    "Also, when Ange casts the quick-death halo, it will be released on the body. I don't know if other magical spells will be like this. I will give it a try then. Pay attention here. If there is a magical effect, come to  At this time, we can use magic to carry out simple communication."

    After explaining, Ange pressed the Sombra body's shoulders again, transferred his mind, and then projected.

    After the projection to the opposite side, Ange concentrated on, bought a big bag of black bread as hard as a rock, and then left the town.

    ¡°You bought so much black bread, how long will it take to eat it?¡± Nigris asked in confusion.

    Black bread is thick and hard, and it tastes terrible, but it is super hungry. Basically, a piece of black bread, toasted, cracked, and mixed into soup can feed a family of five for a day.

    The big bag Abbott bought was enough for him to eat for at least two months.

    Abbott shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't eat it myself."

    After walking for a few minutes outside the town, we came to a cave area. A little head popped out of the cave. When he saw Albert, he immediately shouted in surprise: "Uncle Abbott! Uncle Abbott, it's Uncle Abbott."  , uncle is here, uncle is fine."

    Except for the first exclamation, all the others shouted towards the cave. Not long after, five or six children ran out of the cave and ran towards Abbott.

    Negris asked doubtfully: "You repeatedly take things from the stone room, is it just to buy food for these children?"

    Abbott nodded guiltily.

    "Then you still think you are greedy?" Nigris was surprised.

    Abbott was stunned for a moment: "Isn't this greed? I got it secretly, and I also ate it."

    "Greedy ass, you are considered a saint, a saint." Nigris said.

    When Negris spoke, Ange would open and close his mouth in harmony. When Negris repeated 'Saints', he felt it was right, so he also made a sound: "Saints."

    A layer of holy light shone on Abbott's body.

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