Chapter 2785: Confess

Longfoot Rotes's huge face was suffocated and swelled like a ball, just like a funny expression.
I almost didn't hold back a smile.
After a long time of luck, Rotes suffocated a sentence: "This, isn't this impossible..."
Me: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ
Rotes saw that my expression was wrong, and coughed awkwardly, and said, "This is the cause of the matter."
After staying for a while, I was surprised: "You...you are an apostle!"
"What about the apostle?" Rotes asked back: "Can the apostle be able to dominate and be immortal?"
When he said this, he paused, and his tone became very resentful: "Since the stalker Shirlock was seriously injured and dying and was sealed, I have known that the glory of the apostle in the demon world has disappeared. It is extremely rich, it looks like the most plump and fat-like zephyr continent, but it actually hides countless unbelievable existences."
He glanced at my eyes and continued: "The two ancient clans like gods are not mentioned for the time being, it is the existence of the ancient forest, and it is not the apostle that can interfere, but on this planet...no , Just in the depths of this ocean, there are also hidden places that even I dare not to set foot on. What's more, in the depths of the deepest trench, those huge deep-sea monsters, and magic arrays, can contend against these monsters. The everlasting Naga."
Hearing this, I took a breath, and at the same time was astonished: the deep-sea monsters that even the apostles could not stand back, the Naga tribe could fight against them!
This, this... is simply subverting the three views!
To be honest, I always thought that the strength of the Naga clan is similar to that of the Mori Fairy clan. It took a bit of effort to kill monsters that could discourage the apostles. After all, I have never heard of them having things such as artifacts. When the Mori Fairy clan had no artifacts, the most powerful they showed was to stand firm at the peak of humanity. As for encountering those terrifying monsters, the strong might be able to barely support them, and the weak will inevitably be slaughtered.
But after listening to Rotes’s description, I don’t think so. At least I have figured out one thing-the hard power of the Naga tribe may be much stronger than the Sen fairy tribe, and it’s no wonder that they can compete in the perilous Deep Sea. Stand firm in the middle, and will not fall for a long time.
Thinking of this, I smacked my lips, glanced at Lotters' ugly face, and suddenly smiled.
"What are you laughing at?" Rotes asked, with a rather bad tone.
"I laugh at you for being stupid."
Rotes became even more displeased. He was lucky for a while and said: "Since you said I am stupid, that's good, do you have a way to let the Naga people help me build the castle?"
"Hmm..." I held my chin and thought for a while, then I nodded, "Perhaps."
"Perhaps?" Rotes snorted disdainfully: "I can't even be sure of it. It seems that you are nothing but vain."
"Sneer" I bared my teeth with disdain: "This gives you the ability to do things that you can't do at all. Others have the opportunity to help you do it. Don't say thank you, just say thank you, you are good, it is still cold Sneer, really when I am as ugly and brainless as you?"
Rotes was furious, stretched out his tentacles, and whipped me severely. However, I was in a state of consciousness, but the tentacles were physically attacking, and physical attacks attacked the state of consciousness. Isn't that funny!
So a certain pillar in the palace, which looked relatively intact, snapped and shattered.
Rottston froze in place at the time, motionless, looking like a chicken, but his expression was heartbroken.
"Look, you are so angry, you are really big enough, you are not afraid of high blood pressure?"
Rotes's five huge eyes twitched, and after a while, he let out a weak sigh: "Nothing, don't breathe with you, since you have a way, you might as well speak out and listen. If it works, I will thank you."
"Thank you again?" The probe looked left and right. Except for the broken walls, there were bluestone and white pillars. There were either bones or a few fish, and I couldn't help but disappointed: "You are full of palace stone bones, I don't want it."
"These are just the surface" Rotes said. He stretched out his tentacles, rolled up a boulder, and threw it away. The boulder passed through the empty window frame of the palace and flew directly out into the darkness and depth. Then, the tentacles rolled and directly Lifting a rusty iron box, with a little force, just listen to a squeak, the lid of the box is twisted into twists, and then, there is a burst of brilliance, it is actually a box full of gold and silver jewelry!
My eyes brightened and I said excitedly: "This is..."
"Things of the original owner of this palace" Rotes said: "Buried in the depths of the palace, as the land sinks into the bottom of the sea, these treasures are also buried deep here. There will be no more days. How, these, enough ?"
Staring at me for a long time, I came back to my senses and curled my lips: "Do you think I lack this money? May as well confess to you that my foster father is the largest chaebol in the Hefeng Continent, and the total assets of the family account for the total assets of the Hefeng Continent. Only one-third of this box is worth how much money? I am afraid that even the price of a bottle of wine I drink is not as good as that."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lotters suddenly leaned forward and leaned close to me: "Wine? You say wine?"
Compressed by his surging aura, I subconsciously took a step back: "Yes, wine, is there a problem?"
"No, there is no problem." Rotes suddenly sighed and said sadly: "I used to be in the Demon World, and I also had my own wine cellar. There were countless fine wines and delicious food piled up like a mountain. It is a pity that unfortunately, I was thrown into this world. I was smashed into the city by ants and killed countless men. Even myself, I died once..."
Speaking of passion, he raised his tentacles, wiped his five big eyes, and then continued quietly: "To this day, I am trapped on the bottom of the sea, with no support or friends, only hope... .. can drink a sip of pure brewed wine... hey."
A sigh is heartbreaking, but I know too well that all this is just acting.
With his strength, if he wants to drink, there will be problems?
Directly assign your subordinates to go ashore and buy the wine back!
He is not greedy, but good wine, especially a box of gold and silver treasures that can't buy a bottle of good wine.
Rotes talked about the emotion, five big eyes staring at me closely, and the grudge in his eyes was released uncontrollably, like a flood, making me shudder.
"Well," I coughed slightly, and I pretended to say: "Since you are so eager to taste...wine, after I go back, I will throw a few bottles down, and you can let your subordinates catch and bring them."
Rotes' eyes lit up: "A word is sure?"
"A word is a deal."
Rotes was in a good mood and laughed three times. The laughter was really trembling in the palace, and then with a click, the last good pillar was finally overwhelmed and folded in two.
With the collapse of the last pillar, the entire palace collapsed into ruins.
When the smoke and dust on the bottom of the sea cleared, Rotes and I stared at each other. After a while, he suddenly said very kindly: "Next, let's talk about the reconstruction of the castle."
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