"So that was it—you were kidnapped by a strange hand?" Naturally, Su Ming did not voice what he was really thinking. Instead, he spoke to the Gnoll with a serious expression. "That sounds very strange. Although I'm willing to believe you and believe the Darkmoon Faire, your story is too bizarre. If you want to prove it, you must swear by Agamaggan."
He pretended not to know of Strange Hand's existence, staring skeptically at the Gnoll while making an outrageous demand.
Sure enough, Seg's eyes nearly popped out when he heard that.
Everyone knew that Agamaggan was the god worshipped by the Boar-Men—a giant boar, essentially. Normal humans did not worship Loa Spirits, and even elf Druids would never believe in the Boar God Cult.
This man was asking him to swear by Agamaggan and saying he would believe him if he did. Could he actually be a follower of the Boar God? That was insane.
But that was why Seg was clever. He knew that those who sought great things did not fuss over trifles. The Gnoll took a deep breath, dropped to his knees with a thump, and began kowtowing toward the sky. He shouted Agamaggan's name over and over, looking ready to fight anyone who dared stop him from believing.
"Agamaggan! Agamaggan! Agamaggan!"
This terrified the sheep and Little Horse nearby. They had already been badly frightened by the attack, and now they saw a Gnoll suddenly having some sort of fit and screaming. Their simple animal minds could not comprehend it at all, so they could only whinny and bleat as they ran madly in circles within their pens.
Seeing this, Su Ming, who had only meant to tease the Gnoll, felt a slight pang of guilt. It seemed the fellow had taken it seriously.
And