The Practical Application of a "Silver Tongue"

"Vera?"

I saw this name.

Roger paused for a moment.

Could it be such a coincidence?

Recalling the last time in the virtual world room, when Hediwala tested her, Lady Canary clearly stated that she was from Qynan—

Things seem to be getting a little more interesting.

He quickly climbed up to the top of the tree.

I looked in the direction of my Sixth Sense.

Through the heavy curtain of rain.

Severely limited True Sight has finally been discovered!...

Several kilometers away.

A group of red-robed figures riding Flying Broom flew rapidly toward this side.

Ahead of the broom crew.

There was a blonde, blue-eyed woman with a bulging chest.

She was very pretty, and her clothing was quite daring—

Beneath the red robe billowing in the air was a pair of long, slender, snow-white legs.

It is now firmly closed, tightly gripping the broom.

Her bare, slightly arched insteps were covered in the slippery rainwater of the rainforest.

It flowed down drop by drop.

It looks extra tempting.

And in contrast to a group of bald men in red robes.

It's no surprise that this woman has become more noticeable.

Roger only glanced at it briefly before looking away.

on the one hand.

There was the precedent set by Cisco's creation of the female assassin school.

At this point, Roger would instinctively consider whether any guy with a bulging chest had a prosthetic breast.

Then they questioned her gender.

On the other hand...

The opponent's level is very high.

Even though he has a far-reaching vision.

However, prolonged staring may still arouse the other party's suspicion.

It took him three days to catch up with the Red Robe organization's elite Investigation Team.

We mustn't alert them now.

Jump down from the treetop.

Roger quickly cleaned up the Rainforest Frogman's body and traces.

After doing all this.

He hesitated for half a minute.

"It's better to strike the sun than to wait for the right time."

"We've encountered them all."

"Let's use the 17th plan we prepared beforehand. If it fails, we can switch to 23 and 69..."

This thought came to mind.

Roger decisively turned and ran into the depths of the rainforest.

5 minutes later.

Flying Broom, as nimble and swift as flying dragons, swept across the trunks of the Giant Tree Species.

A faint smell of blood wafted from below.

Vera instinctively slowed down.

A bald man with scars on his face standing next to her said in a deep voice, "It's a pack of wolves."

"It's common for a Jungle Wolf to kill a Brindled Tiger."

The remaining seven red-robed figures stopped at the back.

They have no right to participate in the dialogue.

On the open ground below.

It seems a fierce and brutal battle has just ended.

The poor Brindled Tiger was defeated by the relentless attacks of the Jungle Wolf and ultimately became food for the hungry wolves.

Just as the scarred bald man said.

This is all too common in the rainforest.

But Vera shook her head.

She squeezed her legs together.

Suddenly, he was swept downwards.

The red-robed men immediately followed.

"I understand now, there's something wrong with the leader of this pack of wolves!"

Scarface then swooped down.

He reacted quickly.

Their gaze immediately locked onto the alpha wolf that was trying to hide in the bushes.

That was a real "gray wolf"! Compared to the pack of skinny Jungle Wolf in the open space.

It is larger in size.

Moreover, the Azure Wolf comes with its own "Fear Aura".

It was not difficult for these monks to discern this.

They saw the broom crew swooping down.

The wolf seemed to realize something and turned to run away.

It's a pity.

One after another, spears were hurled down!

Thud thud thud! The open space was instantly filled with spears.

The spear grows as soon as it enters the ground.

In an instant, it became thick and long! The wolf pounced twice.

But they still couldn't get past the makeshift cage made of spears!

The next moment.

It crouched down alertly, staring menacingly at the red-robed figures outside the cage.

"No need for pretense anymore. Young hunter, or druid?"

After successfully controlling the wolf, Vera was no longer in a hurry.

She gave the scarred man a wink.

The latter tactfully walked outside the cage, speaking in a relatively gentle tone, "If you can obediently answer a few questions for me."

We will not hurt you.

"If your answer is helpful to us, you will also receive a reward."

The wolf suddenly lunged forward.

It let out an angry roar! Its claws shot out from the pen!

The scarred man's expression was calm and composed, as if he didn't know what fear was at all.

He spoke a few more words to Canglang.

But the latter simply refused to cooperate.

The scarred man turned to Vera expressionlessly. "Unable to communicate."

"Torture is recommended."

"This is something we're good at."

Vera shook her head indifferently. "This is the first native we've encountered in this damned forest."

"He might know something."

"Let's take him back first. Be careful, don't scare him."

A moment later.

The Flying Broom team sets off again.

But this time...

Below the brooms of four red-robed figures.

An extra animal cage was hung.

In the cage.

Roger quietly enjoyed the "economy class" service provided by the broom crew.

He took the opportunity to carefully observe each person in the group.

The red-robed monks here are all seasoned mages.

The lowest level is 45.

The highest level is Vera and the scarred man, both at LV59.

As for their true strength, Roger has no way of knowing yet.

no way.

After entering the extraordinary realm.

Rankings have become the easiest measure of strength to be faked.

Roger could only try to understand the two men's true nature from other angles.

As it stands now.

This group of people are all quite capable.

It would be difficult for Roger to kill them all at once.

Therefore, using strategy is a more suitable approach.

In fact.

Plan No. 17 also focuses on outsmarting the enemy.

Its core early stage was "going deep into the tiger's den".

Roger has already taken care of this step.

Next, he'll have to adapt to the situation.

It bounced around in the cage for a while.

Roger's time to feign "Deformation Technique" had come, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

The next moment.

He "reluctantly" became a wild boy wearing only animal skins.

The boy slumped into the corner, dejected.

His eyes were filled with fear.

Seeing this scene.

The sound of hushed conversations from above could be heard from the red-robed figures:

"It's a druid, I guessed right."

"Ah, I saw through his nickname long ago—'The Woodpecker-like Boy ' and ' Son of the Green Sea.'"

"I wonder if he can speak Common Language..."

As they were talking.

A towering tree appeared ahead, its branches blocking out the sky.

Through the outer magical barrier.

You can see treehouses standing on the Treehouse.

Sensing unusual activity outside the barrier.

A large number of red robes emerged from the Treehouse.

They paid their respects to Vera and the scarred man with reverent expressions.

Everyone looked at the boy in the cage with curiosity.

On the data panel.

A torrent of information poured down like a waterfall.

"Extraordinary Perception: You have sensed the Red-Robed Mage Kozmor's malice towards you."

"Extraordinary Perception: You have sensed the Red-Robed Mage Brant's greed towards you."

"Sixth Sense: You overheard the inner thoughts of the Red-Robed Mage Bob."

Bob: Such a tender little wildling, I wonder what it tastes like to try it...

Roger silently endured the surge of sensory energy that erupted in that instant.

And we try to filter out useful information from it.

Thanks to the strong convictions of those in red robes.

After this round...

Roger had a general understanding of the situation at the Treehouse camp.

There are only 50 red-robed servants here.

There are more than 20 senior red robes whose level is between LV30 and LV50.

There are 3 people in the extraordinary red robes.

This includes Vera, Scarface, and the head of the Investigation Team, a guy Yorick.

After arriving at the destination.

The red-robed man in charge of the transport left him in an open space and then abandoned him.

This waiting period lasted for three whole days! Fortunately, there was no time limit for this advanced mission.

Roger only needs to remember to prevent the Planet Teleportation Gate from opening in one month.

Therefore, he showed great patience.

Over three days.

Roger secretly gathered a lot of intelligence.

One of the most important points is—

The Investigation Team does indeed have clues about the Golden House! But the problem is...

Their positioning equipment malfunctioned in Mystra.

There is a lack of landmark references.

Even if Vera rode a broomstick and led the bald guys in In and Out the camp every day.

Ultimately, the results were minimal.

The extraordinary red-robed man Yorick never appeared in the camp.

I don't know where they went.

Roger then revised his plan in his mind—

His goal is not just these red robes.

Most importantly, the Golden House!

The World-Ending Forbidden Spell is imminent.

Roger wouldn't let go of any item that could withstand forbidden spells.

With the support of "Escape Master".

The cage in front of him was nothing more than a toy.

So he decided to give the red-robed men two more days.

However, that night...

The animal pen was shattered by a tremendous force.

Roger squinted slightly, feigning discomfort, and his face displayed just the right amount of fear.

"Don't be afraid."

I won't hurt you.

The firelight illuminated Vera's delicate face.

Her voice is very sweet.

She walked towards Roger as she spoke:

"My name is Vera, and I come from a very faraway place."

"What happened before was a misunderstanding; my friends mistakenly thought you were an enemy. But now the misunderstanding has been cleared up. I apologize to you on their behalf."

"You are free."

As he spoke.

She gently took Roger's hand.

Roger suddenly shuddered.

He pressed himself tightly against the bars of the animal cage, looking completely lost.

Vera was very patient.

She bent down, revealing large expanses of her fair skin with great sincerity:

Can you understand me?

Roger stared blankly ahead.

A while later.

He nodded while swallowing hard.

Vera gently took his hand.

This time.

Roger did not resist.

She smiled sweetly, "You look like you're starving!"

"As an apology, may I treat you to a meal?"

Roger looked confused.

Vera gestured with her hands for a while:

"Eat rice and meat."

Roger nodded frantically as if waking from a dream. "Eat!"

"I want to eat!"

With a nod.

He was still staring intently at Vera's chest.

The latter smiled gently.

She took his hand and stood up.

A moment later.

Beside the campfire.

After wolfing down the food.

Vera cupped her face in her hands.

She asked, as if she were an innocent young girl, "May I know your name?"

Roger hesitated for a moment before whispering:

"Sa... Sake".

Vera smiled happily:

"Now that we've exchanged names, we're friends!"

"I don't know why, but I feel happy as soon as I see you. Maybe it's because we feel like we've known each other forever..."

Can you tell me your story?

Seeing Roger's hesitant expression.

Vera quickly changed her tune, saying, "Then why don't you listen to my story first?"

Roger nodded slightly.

Vera then took his hand and began to tell him her story.

Her face was filled with reminiscence, and her voice seemed to carry a faint yellow tinge: "I am a born sorcerer—"

Do you know what a sorcerer is? Every sorcerer, upon reaching adulthood...

They all need to choose a powerful being from their planet as their "Evil Sect Master".

Only by relying on the power of the sect leader.

Only then can we unleash even more powerful spells.

When I was 14 years old.

I joined the ranks of the "Supreme Fairy".

I gained even greater power.

But then the nightmare began.

The Sect Master showed great interest in me.

Countless nights.

She would appear in my dreams and abduct me...

If I cannot meet her demands.

What awaits me is an unbearable punishment.

Can you understand that kind of fear?..."

Vera spoke intermittently for more than half an hour.

Most of them were sad stories.

Later on...

She was already in tears.

And very naturally, he rested his head on Roger's shoulder.

A refreshing and pleasant fragrance wafts over.

Rainy night.

bonfire.

A lone man and a lone woman.

After the misunderstanding was cleared up, they poured out their hearts to each other.

These elements combine to create such a classic look...

And it was awkward.

At least in Roger's opinion, it was extremely awkward.

But he had no choice but to fully cooperate with the other party's performance.

Because it's on the data panel.

"Hint: Vera used 'testing,' 'empathy,' and 'bluffing' on you."

"Sixth Sense: You can sense that Vera still has doubts about your 'wild boy' identity."

She deliberately used the most clichéd and abrupt script to test your reaction.

Even if you reveal the slightest flaw.

This performance will be a complete failure.

"This woman is truly cunning; no wonder she's Vilan's daughter..."

Roger sighed silently to himself.

On the surface, she was putting on an awkward performance.

In fact, every step was full of calculation.

fortunately.

Roger's perception was exceptionally sharp, and his facial expressions and body language were also impeccable.

This continued until Vera finished speaking.

He was certain that he hadn't given himself away.

When Vera cried.

He just held her little hand, at a loss for what to do.

After a while.

Vera wiped away her tears and whispered, "And you?"

Why is someone wandering alone in this dangerous forest?

At this time.

Half of her body was nestled in Roger's arms.

Roger stammered, "I..."

"I am an orphan."

"My adoptive grandfather died when I was a child."

"I live alone in the forest, oh, and with my wolf..."

You smell so good...

"That's not good. We'll easily be spotted by wild animals and eaten..."

On the data panel.

"Hint: Your ' Eloquent Tongue ' skill is now active..."

"Sixth Sense: You can sense that Vera is gradually coming to believe what you say."

"You've achieved a new milestone—a Eloquent Tongue —by successfully deceiving a woman for the first time."

"Scumbag: Such a flexible tongue is used for these kinds of things? It should have a more proper purpose."

"Corresponding title: The Fraudster (Your bluffing skill +20)"

After a round of rambling and indiscriminate narration, the main points were not distinguished.

Vera asked casually:

Do you know where the most dangerous place in this forest is?

Roger replied decisively, "Of course."

Vera exclaimed in surprise, "Really? Can you take me there?"

Roger hesitated, "But that place... is too dangerous."

Vera persisted in pestering him for a while.

Roger, suppressing his nausea, finally reluctantly agreed.

At present.

The two cuddled together sweetly for a while longer.

Vera arranged a separate Treehouse for Roger.

Then he left, looking embarrassed.

The top of the Giant Tree Species.

Vera opened the door to the Treehouse without any expression.

It was at this moment.

A cold voice came from beside her ear:

"Your performance just now made me feel nauseous."

I would have had my stomach and intestines removed long ago.

He's probably about to throw up his poop right now.

He was a man shrouded in shadow.

"My affairs are none of your concern, Yorick."

Vera's voice was indescribably cold.

"If you were more skilled at finding clues, I wouldn't have to be so close to a savage."

"You can use magic to solve the problem."

Yorick sneered:

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. I'm monitoring you on Lord Vilan's orders, so I hope you don't have any ulterior motives."

After saying that.

The shadow gradually disappeared into the darkness.

Vera silently closed the door of the Treehouse.

Then she quickly walked to the window.

There.

There is a floor-length mirror that is as tall as a person.

Vera stood in front of the mirror and began to take off her clothes.

at the same time.

Her right hand gently brushed across her forehead.

In no time, she had a head of golden hair in her hand.

The woman in the mirror.

He had no hair or beard.

Her once fair skin was now covered with raised bluish-black scars! Her eyes were filled with determination.

A moment later.

She changed into her pajamas and opened a gold-embossed invitation.

Vera began writing rapidly above with a peculiar quill pen—

"To Lord Huang Zong, the Immortal Palace Right Hand: I have found a clue to the Golden House."

Please tell me the secret of wielding the holy sword.

And the method to kill my father, Vilan.

Your most loyal follower—Vera

The next moment.

Roger suddenly noticed that his Void Realm Invitation had become extremely hot!

I'm late again! How about you guys give me some monthly tickets as punishment?