Chapter 1529: ?? Thinking of her too emotionally

As Alan chanted the incantation, strange waves of magic echoed in the air,

A trace of mist floated from Professor Flivy’s soul, causing his newly restored form to be distorted again, and the soul that was slowly pulled out, converged into a red soul gem the size of a goose egg —Similar to when I came out just now, Flitwick’s face vaguely slashed across the gemstone from time to time.

Immediately without stopping, Alan directly stretched out the hand holding the gem, took it in the air, and reached into a piece of nothingness that appeared out of thin air.

The **** of death frowned and watched Ellen's movements. As a true god, he certainly understood that this boy broke through the limits of the plane directly in the underworld, opened the passage to the mortal world, and first stabilized the mixed-blood fairy into a soul. The gem was put in.

After doing all this, Alan, who noticed the expression in Death’s eyes, squeezed out an embarrassing smile: “Then, Mr. Helbo, as a true god, you are so tolerant of me as a semi-mortal today... What is your request for a peace proposal? ?"

"It's very simple. I hope Mr. Harris can also build a temple for me and the world, and promote for me, so that I can also gain the faith of other believers." The light skin of the death **** Helbo is unforgettable. Big yellow eyes looked at Alan for a moment, "Of course I don’t have any opinion on Ms. Ravenclaw’s own beliefs. The faith and customs in my hometown are not monotheism, which should not be difficult for you. Because the soul of the horseman who died at Hogwarts learned that you also allowed polytheism to keep them in their faith...Although you cunningly let yourself dominate..."

Allen raised his eyebrows in surprise. It seemed that the other party did not care about the power of faith as he said before. He said in surprise: "I thought you might have to limit the scale of Royna's beliefs. I didn’t expect that you wanted me to build a temple for you...Mr. Helbo, do you know your reputation in the mortal world now? I thought you didn’t care about it...and I didn’t see you talking about our propaganda in the mortal world before refute…"

"I originally thought that after I got rid of you, I would retreat to the underworld. Mortals' memory is very bad, and they don't even need a generation... as long as nothing happens, they will forget very quickly." Hearing Alan's rhetorical question, the **** of death Haierbo said. With indifferent frankness, "The peculiarity of my priesthood is not easier for me than by the faith that Ms. Ravenclaw obtained by deception when she was a false god... In your children's book The Three Brothers Story I’m not a positive character... But after I saw the example of Mr. Harris, you and Ms. Ravenclaw, I think you can also use your mortal reputation and status to help me achieve this goal... "

Allen's eyes fell, and the index finger of his hand holding the staff tapped the body of the staff lightly, as if he was thinking about this proposal.

"I know it's a bit difficult, but there is something you should be responsible for, isn't it? After all, it is Mr. Harris, you and Ms. Ravenclaw spreading rumors against me..." Death Helbo saw Alan without speaking for a while. He leaned forward, his hands leaning on his snake-shaped staff, the eyes that he had always squeezed had some greed and eagerness that belonged to him only when he was alive, "Mr. Harris, I understand this. It’s not convenient for you to be alone, maybe you can discuss with your goddess lover...tell her the terms and requirements I can provide..."

Hearing that Allen raised his head, with a slight smile on his face: "But Mr. Helbo, I want to hear another option. If we don't accept this proposal...what will you do?"

Hearbo, the **** of death, who had softened his face a little because of Alan’s raised his head, heard the words, his big yellow eyes stared at Alan unblinkingly: "So, this is not a problem for you, but Your final choice?"

"Although I am not a true god, I think it is not much different from a mortal to you... But you may not know that there are no secrets between my goddess and lovers, but I also try to be honest... So I know that your gods believe in these things. "The corner of Alan's mouth turned upwards, "You want me to promote these misunderstandings to wizards all over the world. Tell everyone that you are not only a bad god, but you also actively call everyone to worship..." His tone made these mockery, "Then Before, all over the world, because of our propaganda, people were allowed to build temples and believe in Ravenclaw to fight against death and save the world. What is it?"

"The world didn't need you to save..." The decrees on both sides of Death God's nose made him look very stern and inaccessible again.

"My goddess is not a good god, but the part of Helbo in your bones is not as clean as you declared before..." Allen turned the staff in his hand and snorted coldly, "I really I promised you and did what you said. It’s only a small group of people who you call shallow believers who have broken away from their faith... Those countries that are now united, without the threat of extinction and death, although It is not obvious to confront, but secretly, he will inevitably point the finger at the floating city..." Allen and the **** of death looked at each other, "then as the goddess Rowena Ravenclaw who declared that the **** of death you will destroy the world and fight against the great evil. , And her voter Alan Harris, will be described as a liar...maybe even many people have accused us of the disaster you caused before, saying that it was caused by our personal desires or misunderstanding...such a Come, your suggestion will cause the collapse of the Ravenclaw belief system...At that time, our struggle for beliefs will not cease to be confronted in a true sense..."

Reaper was noncommittal, and he continued to lean on his staff and said: "But this kind of struggle can be said to be within the acceptable range of each other, and it will not be as fierce as what happened next..."

"I think about this, Mr. Helbo should also be more honest... You are willing to give this choice now because... I have to admit that she is still a little bit inferior to you now, but after all, each other has great powers. That’s why you have some scruples.” Allen said in an unceremonious tone, “but if her divine power drops because of this, but your strength is one step closer because of faith... I think that’s probably Haier. Mr. Bo, you will relieve your worries again and choose to start the war again... And this time, the rest of the world... Not to mention those wizards who have begun to believe in the **** of death. Once let them believe our wording...in the end you will be able to solve the trouble effortlessly."

"Very smart, this is a safer way for me, isn't it?" Reaper regarded the staff as a cane, and let himself get up from the chair.

"I'm just a little weird, you think Rowena won't let me know the source of her strength, look down on me and think I can't figure these out, but she doesn't think about anything that makes you think Rowena..." Allen also began to let herself Leaning on his staff, he got up, and then he stopped suddenly and said, "Oh, I see... I just thought you thought that Rowena wouldn't let me know that her statement was wrong... You are better than me. In the original speculation, it was necessary to know how important we are to each other... But it seems that you still think of her as too emotional..."