CHAPTER 232: CHAPTER 172: YOU HUMANS ARE TRULY TOO DANGEROUS!_2

He gave him a shot from the cannon.

As the most experienced diplomat among his people, Uerta volunteered for this perilous and arduous mission. That rickety ship was all the possessions the chieftain could muster, and the kin sent Uerta off on his voyage with heroic ceremonies.

Uerta also had a sister who was still in school. She always said she wanted to be as brave as him, with an octopus face.

...

What on earth is going on?

"Wait a minute, Ave, this seems to be a misunderstanding."

Ethan felt a tingling on his scalp. If Uerta’s memories weren’t fabricated, wouldn’t they have attacked a hero of the octopus-faced tribe and were about to dissect him like a lab rat?

This time, he also made the mistake of judging by appearances.

"Misunderstanding?"

Uerta raised his head proudly, "The tricks of the Evil God’s lackeys, I will not yield to you!"

"Before that, I hope to show you something... Ave, go get that book about Aelium."

Although Uerta was full of caution, when the ancient book was handed to him, he began to browse. At first, he only glanced at it once or twice, but after seeing the contents, his eyes widened, and he flipped through it more and more quickly, becoming furious, his blue face turning red with anger.

He angrily threw the book on the ground and, still dissatisfied, stomped on it several times.

"Damn it, this is a pile of crap! Who’s the author? A bard? Why didn’t they dare to sign it?"

His mouth tentacles squirmed wildly; anyone who saw him would think him a messenger of the Evil God.

"Mr. Uerta, now you should understand the reason for our misunderstanding of you, right?"

Ethan said, "As for the bard who wrote this book, he died over a thousand years ago."

"Where is he buried?"

Uerta was trembling all over; he had to find a way to destroy this bard’s tomb.

Ave asked, "What’s going on?"

"You’re asking me what’s going on? Back then, our master Aelium and the Master of Tides thwarted the deluge, suppressed the Evil God, and you humans dare to turn around and falsely accuse our master of being the Evil God? Unbelievable!"

Thinking of this made Uerta furious.

Before Aelium fell into slumber, he predicted that the Evil God would one day break the seal and entrusted this mission to their tribe. When signs of the Evil God’s awakening appeared, they would stand again with the Western Continent as allies from the deep sea.

How can we fight side by side like this now, damn it! (Deep Sea Race curse)

"Forget going to the Western Continent, I’m going back!"

The atmosphere in the cabin was a bit awkward, and the crew eavesdropping outside the door heard Uerta’s angry curses. He seemed to have employed a different method of vocalization that sent his voice directly into the human brain.

Suddenly, all the sailors looked at the captain, and these glances made the captain feel like he was on pins and needles.

Suppose Uerta isn’t an agent of the Evil God but a warrior meant to aid the Western Continent...

"Captain, you almost killed a hero just now."

Someone pointed out this serious diplomatic issue.

What’s worse, if the enraged Uerta returned to the deep sea with this news, humanity would lose an ally who once fought against the Evil God, and they might even turn against and join the Evil God’s forces.

That would be a colossal sin!

"Mr. Uerta, I understand your anger at this moment."

Ethan said.

Uerta, who was about to leave in anger, paused and glanced at Ethan with his dark eyes, "At this point, what else do you want to say?"

Among this group, Ethan was the only one he felt any slight affection for.

The order to rescue him was issued by Ethan, who saved him from being dissected, and more importantly, he seemed like a wise person, interpreting the book’s accusations as a "misunderstanding."

But that was far from enough. Every word written in that book was unbearable to the followers of Aelium.

Their master was gravely wounded in that decisive battle that determined the fate of the world, and soon after the flood threat was eliminated, he fell into slumber. Yet, he continued to prepare for the impending day of destruction, with the mission entrusted before his slumber etched into the village’s stone tablets.

This discovery was truly chilling.

Uerta: "Do you want to defend him?"

"I do not intend to defend him."

"Although I don’t know how you learned the skills of our tribe, glimpsed my thoughts, I also have no intention to pursue it," Uerta nodded, leaving his final advice before departure, "Everything you’ve seen and heard just now is real. It won’t be long before the Evil God breaks the seal, and the entire Western Continent will be submerged under the flood."

"It seems the Evil God’s methods are far stronger than we imagined, don’t you think?"

Hearing this, Uerta stopped, waiting for Ethan’s next words.

"Instead of showcasing their power to humanity, they only used a book to drive apart allies who once fought side by side."

"Are you saying..."

"Their methods have grown stronger than before; they’ve learned to manipulate deceit after their defeat."

Ethan looked directly into Uerta’s eyes, "I do not intend to stop you; I just want to remind you that perhaps our conversation is under the Evil God’s scrutiny right now."

Before the words were finished, there was a sound from the corner of the room.

Uerta looked in the direction of the noise and saw ominous red frost. The red ice eroded the objects placed in the corner, transforming into a swiftly flying insect. Lindong understood the sign, and an ice arrow precisely hit the insect. The red body fell to the ground and immediately turned into a liquid resembling blood.