Chapter 56: Chapter 54: God may not respond to your request
"Isn't this kind of thing as simple as it can be? Even a child of the Elf can do it easily." Think raised her chin in contempt. Here it comes, another racial attack that Su'er had foreseen, "Heh, monkeys are just monkeys after all, even if they are slightly peculiar."
It's not painful.
"That can only be said to be created by the god of the Elf, right? I was born with a good body, and this is an inevitable innate... Okay, I was wrong, I was wrong, just pretend I didn't say that!" Su'er raised his hands in Surender.
Think on the opposite side had already stretched out a clenched fist from under her robe, which was very intimidating.
Su'er, with an empty stomach, didn't want to vomit acid at all.
"Oh right! When the two Dwarf were fighting over how powerful Lóni was, they accidentally revealed a piece of information - the Dwarf wanted to use the essence as a weapon!" Facing the sinister gaze under the robe opposite, Su'er selectively forgot what he was going to repeat and directly said the most important news.
"...Essence?!" Without caring about beating up this unreasonable and arrogant monkey, even Think was shocked by the courage and delusion of the Dwarf.
"Ah, yes, I heard it right! It is definitely a combination of words when translated!", Su'er continued to affirm, "The idea of using the spirit as a weapon was proposed by the dwarf named Lóni after the war. It seems that only he has made progress so far, and the other Dwarf can't seem to help him."
"... In addition, the use of the spirit as a weapon seems to be related to Lóni witnessing the development of the spirit in the war with the Elf?", Su'er bent his knees slightly, wanting to peek at what kind of expression Think had under the hood.
He seemed to have witnessed the arms race between the two races with his own eyes.
"Well, I remember Miss Nilvalen, didn't you say that the spirit is the manifestation of the Gods? With the power of the Gods, the Dwarf can actually use them as weapons?", Su'er asked carefully.
It was agreed to be the embodiment of concepts and magic.
"It's not that simple." Think, already immersed in her own world, bit her thumb subconsciously and muttered to herself: "The number of Old Deus is almost infinite, proportional to the number of all concepts that exist currently, but most of them do not meet the active conditions, so to be precise, the actual existence of Old Deus is determined by the presence or absence of the essence."
To be honest, these contents are a bit too profound for Su'er, he can only try his best to follow Think thoughts and take out his own paper and pen from his arms to record them first.
"Use the essence as a weapon directly?" Think was obviously getting anxious. She paced back and forth in this narrow corner, making her own guesses and then denying them. "No, even with the help of the God of Forging, the power of the moles is definitely not enough to control an activated God, so they used an inactive God?" Seeing that Think was already annoyed to a certain extent, Su'er squatted silently in the corner. He couldn't even spell what Think subconsciously said later. It was a completely uncommon word. To be honest, he wanted to eat more now, but he always felt that making such a request in such an irritable state of a certain elf would make him get beaten. "That... Aren't the Elf the most proficient in magic among all races? Why did the two Dwarf say that the Elf caught up?" Su'er couldn't help asking curiously, full of curiosity about these things. The only answer he got was Think sharp eyes. Although he didn't hear the answer clearly, from Think reaction, Su'er also confirmed a fact - what the two Dwarf said was right.
The Elf were indeed chasing the Dwarf.
Obviously, Think had said before that the Elf were the most proficient in magic among all races except the gods, and this was why Su'er asked her about his abnormality in a roundabout way. The Elf were experts in this area.
"No, I have to go and see it with my own eyes." On the other side, Think, who had been irritated for a long time, seemed to have finally made a decision, "Really brave, these gophers, directly use the essence as a weapon? I was really underestimated..."
'... From what void did you come up with this conclusion? ', Su'er eyes were like dead fish.
"Oh? What is Mr. Monkey writing?" Think suddenly leaned over and leaned over. "I can't understand it. Is this the language of monkeys?"
"It's just a diary. I have the habit of recording what I encounter. Don't worry about it." Su'er put the paper and pen back in his arms with a normal expression.
"Heh," she chuckled and didn't dwell on this question. Think said, "If the inactivated essence is used as a weapon, then the space occupied must not be too small. I observed before that the gophers' flying ship was manufactured on the top floor, and the weapons factory should be there, so we have to find a way to get to the top floor now."
"...We have to climb again?" Su'er covered his stomach with a complicated expression.
"Hmm? What are you still doing there? Are you waiting for a reward?" Think, who had already walked a few steps, turned back in Surprise and asked, "Okay~, it's just a monkey, but it has found out such information. I will admit that monkeys are better than other beasts."
"No, why do you think someone would be happy with such a compliment?" Su'er retorted weakly, "If you really want to reward me, can you ask the great, beautiful and pretty Miss Nirvalen to fulfill a small wish of the humble monkey?"
When asking for help, Su'er usually puts his attitude very low.
"…Why is it that even though it is a compliment, the words coming out of Mr. Monkey's mouth are completely different from the compliments I heard in the past?" Think put one hand on her waist and waved the other hand casually, saying, "I'll just listen to what Mr. Monkey wants."
"That's great," Su'er breathed a sigh of relief, "Can the great Miss Nirvalen use magic to conjure some food? I'm really starving to death."
It was even like meeting a living god. Su'er stood up straight, clasped his hands together, and bowed to Think, giving her the most sense of ritual.
Pious, very pious.
"…"