Why are you so interested in whether I’m a virgin?
Char, who was innocently caught in the crossfire, looked dark.
Now that his virginity has been confirmed, he can no longer pretend to be an experienced man and tease Xiao Ai.
He directly exposed the fact that he was a master in theory but a dwarf in action, and could only talk big on paper.
And the other side.
Originally, after receiving the answer from the Holy Grail, a smile appeared on Sylvia's pretty face, but then her expression changed drastically.
The moment the font of that question appeared on the surface of the Holy Grail of Knowledge.
The dim color surges.
The frozen dusk froze the air in the entire room, even the burning candles.
...
...
Sylvia's beautiful silver eyes were cold, her fingers were slightly raised, and the dusk light flickered in them.
After a long time, the expression on her pretty, pale face, which looked like frost, finally relaxed slightly.
She took a deep breath, stared at the small holy grail, and her white fingertips outlined beautiful light golden handwriting.
"I refuse to answer questions, but I can provide secret knowledge equivalent to the questions."
"you?"
The small holy grail shook slightly, and the answer slowly appeared in the cup.
“Only the secrets that I do not understand and am completely unknown have value for equal exchange.”
"Young Throne."
"Even though you have embraced divinity, taken control of some of the ancient gods' authority, and walked out a path to the throne that is unique to you, even though I think you can be called amazing, you are still too young."
"The history you have experienced is just a drop in the ocean since the birth of the Prime Material Plane."
The cup rocked back slightly, as if in a tactical recoil.
"Little girl, you don't understand what you consider to be the most taboo and precious secret knowledge."
"In front of me, you are actually worthless."
The coldness in Sylvia's beautiful silver eyes intensified.
The posture of this broken cup with its hands on hips and leaning back really looks a bit too much like it deserves a beating.
However, Miss Witch still carefully restrained her emotions.
The main reason was that he had just stripped away the vitality of a legendary being, and he seemed to be too strong in front of Brother Xia.
If she continued to show her violent side, Sylvia was worried that Brother Char would become disgusted with her.
After being so nervous for so long, Lemon Cat finally confirmed that Brother Char was still a virgin... If she missed Brother Char's chance because of her momentary carelessness, she would be so miserable that she would have no tears to cry.
Sylvia sat down on the bed in the room with an expressionless face, and continued to sketch out the beautiful words.
"There is a true god-level item in the Dark Tower..."
The cup swayed from side to side, as if to spread out its hands: "I knew it, next one."
"The weakness of the water elemental emperor of the elemental plane is..."
"Useless scraps of knowledge, next."
"The Star-Forging Dragons were born in..."
"Morning, no, down."
…
The silent question and answer session continued.
The cup was shaking and tilting more and more.
"Wow, this B cup knows a lot."
Xia was eating melon nearby, observing secretly.
According to the secrets of the Western Continent described by Sylvia, this fake cup seems to be quite extraordinary.
Because of the special nature of its existence, this holy relic has the ability to connect the astral world and the spiritual world, and can freely collect secret knowledge through the revelations of the spiritual world.
In addition, the Holy Grail of Knowledge was born at the beginning of the arcane and wizardry at an unknown time ago. After going through the long years of several eras, the knowledge and secret intelligence reserves it has collected can be described as terrifying.
The knowledge that Sylvia proposed was already obscure and secretive enough that even other thrones might not know it, but it seemed worthless in front of this broken cup.
"If you can't exchange secret knowledge, then answer questions."
The cup shook, and an arrow pointed straight at the Blue Silver Witch. "Answer quickly. I can't sleep at night."
Sylvia had a stern face, and her white fingers pinched the pillow where Char had been lying before, and light golden words were engraved on the white bed.
Char also focused his attention on it.
He was also quite curious about what his wife had done in the dark room on the third dimensional mezzanine of the eternal sleeping plane attached to the White Tower, in the third room on the left turn after entering the corridor on the sixth floor of the castle.
People are enjoying themselves eating melons.
"I did nothing there except sleep."
"That's a lie."
"Okay." Sylvia took a deep breath, "I performed an occult ritual there."
The cup paused for a moment before the words appeared again: "What ceremony? Your answer is too vague and does not meet the standard of equal exchange."
Frost appeared in Sylvia's beautiful eyes as she engraved the following words: "Familiar Transformation Ritual."
The cup shook its head: "Too vague, be more specific."
"In that secret room, I cut off a portion of my spiritual power and used an occult ritual to transform half of it into a familiar that shared my consciousness and perception."
Sylvia paused as she looked at the cup with a dangerous look in her eyes. "That's all. It's almost over..."
But the cup still didn't stop, still swaying from side to side: "It's not enough, it's still too vague, and more details are needed! What is a familiar, what does it look like, and what did you do after separating the familiars?"
Damn, Abei, are you so brave?
Char looked at the Holy Grail that ignored the throne in shock.
Why don't you just stop calling it the Holy Grail of Knowledge and just change it to the Prison Cup.
Although this relic is indeed magical and has the ability to obtain secrets from the revelations of the spiritual world and the astral world, Char is very clear that this thing is just a simple question-and-answer machine and has no combat power.
If not for this, the price of the Sands of Time of the Holy Grail of Knowledge would not be so much lower than that of the original "Black Grail", because it lacks the power to transform "omniscience" into "omnipotence".
And the Sylvia it provoked is a throne. Aren't you afraid that the Lord of the White Tower will kill you with a single word?
But even though the cup sensed Sylvia's undisguised murderous intent, it still showed no intention of stopping and even turned itself over without any scruples.
According to Char's understanding as a beastmaster, this should mean that lions, cats, and dogs should lie belly up and allow themselves to be slaughtered by the other party.
But this action, performed by a cup, is indeed a bit abstract.
"Little girl, you can also break me in front of the boy next to you, as long as you are willing to endure the change in the boy's opinion of you after you break me."
The broken prison cup seemed quite fearless.
"Of course, the moment you break me, I will project the answers to the questions you are unwilling to answer into the astral realm and broadcast them to all the legends and astral creatures in the astral realm."
Sylvia clenched her teeth.
And Char couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
He discovered that the Holy Grail of Knowledge was apparently powerless and in dire need of a beating, yet it had been passed down for several eras without being crushed by anyone... The most important thing was that, although it had no power, it could ensure that every equal exchange was completed smoothly, without having to worry about the other party running away. There was indeed a reason for this.
As the saying goes, words are like knives, and dark history can really kill people.
Holding the holy grail of knowledge that contains other people's dark history is like holding the button of a nuclear weapon, one that comes with a built-in cradle system.
Directly entered the era of deterrence.
However, this kind of foreplay and dialogue did indeed arouse Char's interest in the secret that Sylvia had always refused to answer directly.
Sylvia looked at the cup, then looked at Char.
After a long time.
Those beautiful silver eyes revealed a calm indifference to life and death, as if they had transcended life and death and reincarnation.
Finally, the weak and listless handwriting slowly appeared in the air.
"In that dark room, I used the familiar transformation ritual to create a familiar in the form of a white cat. It is also a spiritual incarnation that is connected to me through thoughts and touch."
"Then, I sent my familiar to the imperial capital."
"During the time when I stayed at the White Tower headquarters to deal with the details of opening a branch, every time my spiritual incarnation sent me a message, I would hide in the secret room in the subsidiary plane alone."
"Then I lay down on the bed, feeling the sensations coming from my spiritual incarnation, while rolling around on the bed by myself."
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