Rota County.

The people who were still entangled in "Asgari" discovered after a series of tense and exciting attempts...

The purpose of this humanoid monster coming here was not to deal with events related to Rota County.

He came just to find Joel.

According to Snowy Owl himself, Joel's great-grandfather's younger brother was originally a member of the same batch of transformed monsters as him.

In their time, the two lived together in Rota County for five months before they were taken away for conversion.

It's just a pity that one of the people who had agreed to survive together ended up dying.

Asgari raised his eyes and looked at Joel. In the depths of his golden eyes, there was a spot that was too dark to look directly at. "If it was him who was alive, maybe it would be better for you now."

Joel was inexplicably a little nervous: "What do you want to say? Or do you want to do something to me?"

Joel's intuition brought him a constant sense of danger, and he couldn't help but raise his voice and question, "You also said that the man you mentioned is my great-grandfather's younger brother. If he is my great-grandfather, then what is his relationship with me?"

"If it's because of guilt, or other irrelevant feelings, then I don't recommend it, and I don't want such feelings to be forced on me. The feeling you give me is too dangerous, and I can't trust you."

The massacre in Rota County not long ago that killed thousands of people is still fresh in our memory. At that time, the only ones who actually did the killing were two humanoid monsters.

There is no way humans and monsters can have an equal dialogue.

Joel's eyes showed this clearly.

Asgari chuckled and said, "Do you think that after all humans are transformed into monsters, they are no longer the same people they once were?"

"Is there anything wrong with this perception?" Joel looked at him warily. Although he asked in a rhetorical tone, he was actually very sure of the truth of this information.

"Indeed, that's true." Asgari nodded, "But there are always some things that humans will never choose to abandon, no matter what they become."

"Your great-grandfather's brother, my friend, Morton, we grew up together."

Asgari had no intention of telling his story in detail. He simply told Joel in a very calm tone, "We were very good friends when we were humans. After awakening our monster bloodlines, we worked hard together in this city for five months before we were taken away to transform."

"But in the end, Morton was killed by my own hands." Asgari said to Joel, who was so nervous that the hairs on his body stood up.

"In the past, the Feather Tribe practiced a transformation model of preying on the strong, using force to dominate and crush other opponents, seizing their talents to increase their own chances of survival."

Joel's back teeth were tightly connected, and the sound seemed to come out from between his teeth: "So you killed him in order to survive? The sense of danger you bring to me is like a heterogeneous mixture of different species!"

Inside the body of the boy, who looked about the same height and appearance as Sully, there seemed to be countless monsters that were devouring each other, entangled, twisted, and full of stickiness.

It's hard to imagine that the prototype of Asgard is a snowy owl.

It clearly gives people the feeling of a wet/slippery fish with saw teeth, living deep in the sea, and looking too free and scary.

"Calm down." Lan Zhe pinched the back of his neck, and one of his friends even put his palm directly on Joe's head.

Joel can't have this conversation alone.

"You also said that he was your great-grandfather's younger brother. You don't even know what your grandfather looks like, so how can you care about your great-grandfather? He's even the younger brother of your great-grandfather, who you yourself had to hear about from others before you knew of his existence?" The friend's words were already heartbreaking, and what Egbert said next was like a bucket of cold water poured on Joel.

"To be afraid of the enemy is the most unnecessary emotion. We, who are trusted by Lord Suli, try to be afraid of someone who is not even a bit as powerful as him... Joel, tell me, do you want to be beaten?"

Egbert really knows how to hit people!

Joel calmed down in an instant.

"Okay, let's get back to the topic." Egbert took control of the conversation and said, "We already know that you killed Joel's great-grandfather's brother, so do you have anything else to say? Or is it our turn to ask questions?"

"If so, please tell me why you came here, and what you said you would stick to even if you were no longer human."

Asgari stood there in a daze for several seconds, his thin jaw slightly raised, his eyes looked up to the sky, and then he said with a tone full of despair: "I hope that this world can die."

"I'm not referring to the world itself, but to the humanoid monsters, or rather, the transformed monsters."

"My understanding of transformed monsters has always been that they should not exist. However, this understanding has not been smoothed out by time. After I became a monster, it gradually disappeared under the influence of monster blood."

"I am truly proud of the fact that I am a monster."

These words made everyone feel an indescribable chill.

It is fine and dense, like spring rain. It is silent and chilling, yet chilling to the bone.

"This is wrong." Asgari said this, feeling even more inhuman.

“I want to correct this mistake.”

"Especially after I found Joel," Asgari said, "I have Morton's talent and part of his blood. I use this to check every once in a while to see if anyone in his bloodline has awakened the monster bloodline. That's how Joel was discovered."

"My previous plan was to wait quietly, and then directly provoke a war among the three tribes." Asgari smiled, as innocent as a child.

"No monster is worth living," he said.

"Including you." Egbert said in a firm tone, "You are ready to die, or to be martyred."

"Although I have never heard of the word martyrdom before, I think you are right." Asgari nodded in acknowledgement.

"So the purpose of your coming here is to stop Joel from being transformed into a monster, and at the same time to obtain the power of this city so that you can start a war in the future?" Egbert could not be like Sully, who had enough peripheral information to confirm his own speculations multiple times.

Egbert was always somewhat hesitant when it came to his inferences.

Asgari acknowledged the former but denied the latter.

"I'm only telling you my purpose to gain your trust. You can also think of it as me using some information related to the monster world in exchange for your protection of Joel. In addition, I don't think you are qualified to participate in the war between monsters."

"That is not an area that humans can touch."

"That doesn't make sense." Egbert denied it directly. "Joel is just the descendant of your friend's brother. I don't believe you would come here in person just for him. You can totally command the others to act."

"You must have come to this city for another purpose. As you said, you don't think humans are qualified to participate in the war against monsters. That's why you deliberately acted as if we were too weak to enter."

"But you overlooked one point. Your arrival itself means intelligence. There are too many humans in Rota County. Assuming that all newly born transformed monsters will become soldiers on the battlefield, then those who can survive, and live for decades or even hundreds of years, will not have a low status in the monster society."

"You have a noble identity. Snowy owls have wings. If it's not an accident, you must be a member of the Feathered Tribe. Moreover, Lord Suli's previous letter also stated that he was pursuing 'freedom'. This freedom is equivalent to the dragon's determination to go to war. I cannot be sure of the target of the war, but the dragon's actions to engage in war will definitely be driven by you."

Egbert's eyes became sharper. "I bet this war is a civil strife, and your personal incident is essentially an excuse for you to distance yourself from this war. This way, no one will notice that you even had a hand in this war."

He turned to look at Joel beside him and said calmly, "I trust Joel's intuition. In my opinion, you are no less dangerous than Elvi, who is said to be a very noble dragon in the dragon clan."

"In a civil war, one side is a dragon, and the other side can only be the one in control. You can't be the one in power, so you are the close minister of the one in power. Whether you stand on the side in the civil strife has no effect on your desire to destroy the three clans."

"So the reason you really want to avoid this battle is because there are aspects of this battle that the two current combatants have not paid attention to. In other words, the course of this civil strife and the estimated developments are all within your expectations. The draft of this forecast intelligence may still be on the desk of the beastman or aquatic administrator."

"For the other two tribes, the Feather Tribe's civil war must have been full of troubles. If the other two tribes want to plunder, this is the best opportunity." Egbert bit his back teeth hard. He tried his best to recall the way Suli looked at things. The memories flashed in his mind in a circle.

Finally, Egbert bit off a piece of soft meat in his mouth, feeling the sweet and fishy smell in his mouth. His eyes were sharp and his tone was decisive. He said, "Your real purpose is to cause the other two tribes to attack together during the chaos in the Feather Tribe, and try to cause the other two tribes to have an uneven distribution of benefits, so as to start a melee among the three tribes and start the first round of depleting the number of monsters."

"The above, do you think I am right?"

Although it was still a question, Egbert was certain enough.

The partial intelligence he obtained, the letter left by Suli, and Asgari, who appeared in this city for "private matters" at this time, all fit together like a puzzle.

But what he didn't notice was that Roy had a stunned expression on his face beside him.

The two-star mercenary was simply astonished. This was much more frightening than Sully's face, which had no obvious expression and was naturally glimpsed at.

This is Egbert!

"Could this be the legendary truth that you have to live like the thing you pursue?"

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