The tiny inn now seemed to have become a sacred hall.
Through the window, large numbers of royal guards could vaguely be seen standing watch, guarding the place three layers deep and three layers wide.
As if some great demon or super-terrorist were inside, and if it got loose, it could destroy the world.
"I can't understand why you call me the God of Slaughter. In my homeland, I was famous as a good person. I even had the fine reputations of 'All the way Peace' and 'King of Non-Killing.'"
Lu PingAn smiled. He understood perfectly well but played dumb, curious about how the other party had seen it. After all, once he had changed worlds, the threads of Karma should have been unable to connect.
"It's actually the truth."
The Ancient Sword Spirit was somewhat bewildered. From start to finish, he had been using extraordinary means to detect lies. The other party's sincerity felt a little off.
Had they truly made a mistake? Was he really a good person who disliked killing?
"But countless 'gods' are clearly wrapped around him in deathly resentment..."
After pondering for a moment, the Ancient Sword Spirit finally lowered his combat guard.
Thus, the enormous floating spirit sword transformed into a humanoid form once more: a somewhat kindly-looking elderly Lion Person.
Come to think of it, the local royal family were Lion People too. They really did seem to be of the direct bloodline.
"My apologies. If possible, I hope we can sign a non-aggression pact."
Lu PingAn was somewhat surprised to hear that.
"You have writing and contracts here?"
Extraordinary power conveyed Lu PingAn's surprise to the other side. He had passed through far too many cities and regions, seen all manner of murals, paintings, and portraits, as well as all sorts of