Igura was puzzled.
After asking him a question that couldn't be more stupid, Ash Hiss suddenly fell into deep thought.
But Ash is certainly not a retard, and Igula will never admit that he was defeated by a retard.
"Have you figured out why Valcas challenged you?"
Ash came to his senses and asked tentatively, "Because of that child?"
Igura nodded.
"I think so too."
"Valcas has been in prison for five years and has almost never challenged anyone. He lives comfortably just by collecting contributions from people who dislike him."
"He suddenly jumped out this time, and there was no other reason except because of the child. He dared to raise the child at the risk of being disgraced and imprisoned, which was enough to prove how much he valued the child."
"That child has already been educated in a foster home. There are many people who have access to that child, but there is only one 'key person' who connects that child, Valcas, and you."
"That's Shillin Dole."
Facing Igula's confident eyes, Ash had a vague feeling that this was a name he should know.
But he just doesn't know.
"Who is Shilling?"
Igula stared into Ash's eyes and suddenly said, "Don't move."
He poked Ash's face with his finger, "Ask again."
"Who is Shilling?"
Igula was stunned for a moment, then sighed and withdrew his hand.
"Xilin Dor is a professor of history at Kaimen University and also the president of the Elf Rights Protection Association. He has many other titles, but none of them have anything to do with you. The one that has the most to do with you is that he is a consultant to the Ancient Artifacts Research Society at Kaimen University."
The Antiquities Research Society
Ash blinked, realizing a possibility.
"I was a member of the Antiquarian Society?"
"To be precise, you are still the president of the Ancient Artifacts Research Society. Although I don't have any evidence, I think Xilin and you should have a relationship of interest that goes beyond that between ordinary teachers and students."
The Four Pillars of God Cult!
Is it possible that Heath single-handedly bewitched so many pagans and established the Four Pillars Cult, a criminal gang with mafia characteristics, with his personal charisma and leadership
This is indeed possible, but it is more likely that Heath accepted gifts and help from others!
Shillin Doll is most likely one of the helpers behind Heath!
"I have already given my sincerity, so are you willing to answer my question? Although I have already guessed the answer."
Igura interrupted Ash's thoughts.
"Why are you asking me if you've already guessed it... Just ask."
"How on earth did you manage to deceive me with your inner voice? Last night in the ring, I foresaw the direction of your attack by listening to your inner voice. This trick has almost never failed for me because no one can deceive themselves."
Ash was slightly startled.
"What, can you listen to my heart?"
"Only in the ring can I hear the whispers of your heart through your turbulent emotions."
Igula explained that generally speaking he would not say such words that showed weakness, and he even hoped that others would be suspicious and afraid of him because of it.
But for some reason, he felt that bluffing would be of no use to Ash, so he didn't bother to pretend.
"I didn't use my inner voice to deceive you." Ash scratched his head: "I just realized now that you can cheat like this. No wonder I couldn't even hit you with a punch before."
"Then how can you say to yourself 'You're pretty' and punch me in the face at the same time?"
"Saying you're pretty isn't inconsistent with wanting to beat you up!"
Igulla had to say a few more words: "Generally speaking, I can hear the truest desires in people's hearts, so those false thoughts floating on the surface can't deceive me. If you want to hit me, then I will definitely hear the thought of 'I want to hit you in the face' instead of hearing the compliment of 'You are pretty'."
"Oh, I think I understand what you mean."
Ash tilted his head.
"I guess I was distracted at that time."
"Distracted?"
"Well, when I'm distracted, I start to have random thoughts and want to find some erotic pictures to please my eyes, so I sincerely think you're pretty."
"Then why did you hit me suddenly?"
"Because I'm alert after daydreaming, so I'm naturally back to work." Ash shrugged. "The pornographic pictures will only slow down my work speed."
It sounds reasonable. Igula misheard his inner voice because he was distracted - who would believe that!
A leader of the Four Pillar Gods cult, a talented warrior who can grow rapidly in battle, would such a person be distracted during a fight
In addition, when talking about Shilin Dole just now, Ash pretended that he really didn't know this person. Igula was more willing to believe that Ash had mastered the technique to perfectly disguise himself!
"Impossible! Even if you are distracted I will definitely hear your true feelings!"
"Don't be so sure, maybe you are limited in your ability..."
"Since you said so, let me test it!"
Igula reached out and touched Ash's face. "I can tell if you are lying by the temperature change on your face. Just tell me whether you are telling the truth or not! If my ability is limited, I can definitely tell whether your words are true or false!"
Ash blinked.
"What I said was a lie."
Igula was stunned.
Wait, is what he said true or false? If what he said is true, but he said he was lying, then it is a lie; if it is false, then it means the opposite, so this sentence is true...
The nesting doll logic made Igulla confused. He sat in the audience in a daze, like a broken doll, muttering true and false.
Ash spread his hands. He had encountered many brain teasers like this during interviews. It seemed that the children in this world had never seen such puzzles.
Just at this moment, a commotion was heard at the entrance of the Death Fighting Society.
"Oh, isn't this our Elf Lord?"
"Sir Wuer, a humble orc offers you the most precious blessing. Do you need me to lick your shoes?"
"Get out of the way! Don't dirty Master Elf's clothes! You, a bunch of inferior races, are not worthy of being within five steps of an elf!"
Although the chip prohibits prisoners from speaking ill of others, it only means speaking ill of others. The chip is not smart enough to recognize what is meant by "sarcasm".
Ash was quite surprised that this group of people could work together so well to boycott something.
It’s not that he has any expectations for the intelligence and morality of death row inmates, but here you can neither engage in physical conflict nor verbal bullying. You can’t even hurt the other person. A few sarcastic remarks are already the limit.
But in the adult world, this level of bullying is about the same as your girlfriend punching you in the chest with her little fist. It is both shabby and boring, and ordinary people should get tired of it quickly.
Since they are not tired of playing, it can only mean that...
"Thank you for your concern." Valcas bowed slightly and performed a very decent etiquette: "Everyone spoke so nicely. I made sure you wiped your mouth before leaving the bathroom, right?"
"Valcas, you called us shit eaters?"
"No, I just wanted to praise those who wipe their mouths after eating shit. Why did you jump out by yourself? Do you eat shit too?"
"Valkas!"
"Hey, your breath is a bit bad, it smells like urine. It seems that you have a wide range of food."
"Val-ka-s-"
"Hey, why are you so excited? I'm not scolding you. Speaking of which, it reminds me of a joke. I was throwing garbage downstairs and accidentally hit a dog. The dog must have started barking, right? So, if you hear a dog barking while throwing garbage, it must have hit the dog."
"Valkas!"
"I didn't expect so many people would wipe their mouths after using the toilet. I've heard rumors before that the prisoners in Broken Lake Prison eat shit and shit. I'll definitely clarify this for you later. This is not a rumor."
Igula couldn't help but laugh.
"Such a wonderful verbal fight can only be seen in Broken Lake Prison."
Ash nodded. He completely understood why Valcas could suppress more than a dozen people on the opposite side with just one mouth - because he couldn't swear. Once you wanted to swear, the chip would automatically block your throat, leaving all your dirty words in your stomach to ferment, which was equivalent to an instant mute.
So after those people shouted Valcas' name, they were speechless.
Then Valcas turned around and started to scold them, making it seem like they were asking for trouble.
In order to circumvent the restrictions of the chip, two key elements that must be mastered in prison verbal battles are how to curse people without using profanity, and how to curse people so hard that they lose their minds and are silenced by the chip.
Obviously, Valcas's mouth looked like it was covered with enema. The other death row inmates were no match for him at all. They were scolded so much that they lost their minds and were directly silenced.
Some people wanted to take action, but the chip directly took over their jurisdiction, causing their bodies to stiffen and they fell to the ground with a bang.
"No need to be polite, please leave."
Valcas raised his chin and walked past them gracefully. The losers of the verbal battle waited for Valcas with rage in their eyes, but they could neither curse nor hit him. It was a vivid interpretation of impotent rage.
No wonder these prisoners haven't gotten tired of being sarcastic. With a sharp-tongued expert like Valcas around, the interaction they get is so intense that they'll probably be thinking about how to curse back while lying in bed tonight.
"Ash Hiss?"
"Varcas Ur?"
Valcas looked at Ash from a distance, his thin face returning to its cold expression.
He pointed to the ring and said, "If that's ok, let's get started."
All the eyes of the Death Fighting Society were focused on him. Some were expectant, some were joking, some were curious, and some were crazy.
Igula glanced at Ash.
Now that Ash knows that Valcas has a relationship with Professor Schilling, there must be something wrong with this death match. If he were Ash, he would definitely refuse this death match - he never participates in a battle that he is not sure of.
"Sword Princess?"
Igula was slightly startled, and he heard Ash utter a name softly. But no one here called Sword Princess, and Ash didn't look at anyone.
"I feel a little lonely..."
Ash murmured softly, turning to look at Valkas.
For some reason, Igula couldn't help but say, "Valcas is much stronger than me. He is not an opponent you can defeat with your cleverness. And the destructive power of the sword is much stronger. Maybe one sword will decide the outcome."
"Thank you." Ash smiled and said, "I'm not going to use any tricks this time."
"So what do you use?"
"I bet my life. I bet my life that he can't kill me with his first strike."
Watching Valcas walk towards the ring, Ash also stood up.
"As long as the first sword can't kill me, the second sword will be my chance."