However, these words only made the man standing opposite Nakahara Chuuya laugh.

I have to say that Roald Dahl looks more like a goat when he laughs. His mustache twitches elegantly, and he looks like a man in a very happy mood.

However, such laughter did not help to ease the atmosphere. Instead, it made Nakahara Chuuya's eyes more hostile.

"What did you do to me? What did I drink just now? Answer me quickly, don't play tricks!" Nakahara Chuuya asked loudly, and added another question after the previous one. There was a burning color in his eyes because of anger.

The young man with orange hair still has a bright color even when he is angry.

But this obviously made Roald Dahl feel better. After all, compared to the black and red wild god, he really liked the personality of this container more. This also made him more tolerant of all of Nakahara Chuuya's actions.

"A very interesting little gadget. An old friend of mine gave me the recipe. Although he probably didn't like it, he couldn't live without it."

The man answered Nakahara Chuuya's questions with a smile, and Nakahara Chuuya's questions didn't seem to affect his good mood.

Although this obviously did not make Nakahara Chuuya feel satisfied, some of the ambiguous words, coupled with the taste of mackerel he had tasted from the soda, reminded him of the way a certain extremely annoying guy spoke.

In his heart, he secretly cursed a certain defected port mafia officer and his old enemy. Nakahara Chuuya still did not relax his vigilance against Roald Dahl.

"So what is that?"

Nakahara Chuuya frowned. He could feel that his question seemed to be answered but not completely answered, and some truths were being avoided.

"It's just juice, isn't it? It tastes good."

The man took off his top hat, put his cane aside, walked straight to a sofa not far from Nakahara Nakaye and sat down. He looked very relaxed, as if he was not worried at all about Nakahara Nakaye's sudden outburst.

But Roald Dahl didn't have to worry about that. Nakahara Chuuya admitted reluctantly that even though his consciousness was extremely vague during that time, he still remembered who had put him into a coma.

Although he was not sure what the man's intention was, Roald Dahl did not show any hostility in the current situation, and Nakahara Chuuya also felt that his behavior just now seemed inappropriate.

The petite port mafia officer also sat down on the sofa, but opposite Roald Dahl, which clearly showed that he wanted to have a chat.

Although Nakahara Chuuya himself admitted that he was not as eloquent and good at deceiving people as his former partner Dazai Osamu in some aspects, the fact that he often acted as a negotiating representative did not mean that he was a pure martial artist.

And now, even though his ankles still smelled the sweet smell of longan, one thing was certain: his brain had calmed down completely, allowing him to begin to objectively and calmly regain some of the initiative he deserved here.

Shaking his head, which was confused by the complex information caused by the superposition of too many smells and taste elements, some unusual feelings in the experience just now reminded Nakahara Chuuya of some scenes he had seen in Mexico.

The young man's handsome eyebrows wrinkled instantly, and some suppressed anger reappeared in his beautiful pupils that had finally regained their calm.

“It’s addictive stuff.”

Nakahara Chuuya said this in an unquestionable tone. He was obviously shocked and angry about his body's reaction just now. As a master of physical training, he would hardly allow himself to come into contact with anything that would corrode himself.

And the liquid that the man's subordinates had just poured into his mouth was obviously something he was unwilling and unable to touch.

"After all, there is no such thing as perfection. Compared to the result of waking you up, this is probably a trivial drawback."

Surprisingly, in the face of the rather aggressive aura in the Central Plains, the man in the lilac velvet tuxedo still performed with ease.

“Besides,” the man stared at Nakahara Chuuya with his caramel eyes, as if he was facing a dessert that would cause toothache if he ate it, causing the young man opposite him to subconsciously look away, “It’s too rude to describe rainbow soda as addictive.”

"This is not something weird. Don't you like it, Nakahara-kun? But it's really hard for the brain to process so many smells at the same time. Do you want to have a good rest?" There was a happy smile between the man's eyebrows, as if he was very satisfied with Nakahara Chuuya's current reaction.

"The thing that woke me up? This?" Nakahara Chuuya captured the key words in Roald Dahl's words.

"Yes, some small tricks to replenish your spirit. I believe that even the gods and ghosts know about them. Your previous spirit was so poor that it was a bit troublesome." The man bent his body forward a little, and Nakahara Chuuya immediately felt that he was being stared at.

Perhaps amused by his sudden tense state, the man named Roald Dahl laughed out loud.

"Don't worry, Chuuya." The man suddenly changed to an overly friendly way of addressing and spoke in a soothing tone.

There is also a strange illusion in the Central Plains, that is, the man is very familiar with his nature.

Yes, his essence is not the memories in his body, but something hidden in his body that is older and more eternal than his existence itself.

Such a thought was strange, but it seemed to exist inherently. After Nakahara Chuuya began to pay attention to the man's words, it instantly entered his brain and occupied all the remaining space. Nakahara Chuuya suddenly became curious about a certain truth that might have happened to him.

What was Roald Dahl looking at through him? Nakahara Chuuya instinctively guessed that this was related to what happened when he lost consciousness in the Negative Zone.

He blurted out almost subconsciously: "What happened when I was unconscious? What was outside the elevator? Answer me!"

It wasn't a very sensible way to ask the question, but Zhong Yuanzhong, standing barefoot on the soft marshmallow carpet, could clearly feel a chill rising from under his feet that came from an ancient instinct. He didn't understand where this came from and how it would end.

But it was also his instinct that gave him the answer before his reason. If he couldn't get the answer here, he might be shrouded in such a shadow whenever he recalled this place in the future.

He heard the man sigh very lightly.

"There were some technical errors. Obviously our technology still needs some debugging. We feel very sorry that Mr. Nakahara has experienced this."

Roald Dahl stood up from the sofa, and Nakahara Chuuya suddenly realized that the man was about to leave, but the smell of Shanxi vinegar coming from his knee joints suddenly hindered his movement.

"What you drank is far from enough to control your mind. Just enjoy it, Nakahara-kun. After all, you don't always get the chance to taste so many flavors at once."

Nakahara Chuuya finally got rid of the disturbance from his sense of taste. When he ran to the door, he only heard a strange sound of silver bells. There was no one in the empty corridor.

Roald Dahl came into the hallway, and the discussion in the bulletin board continued.

[I'm really curious about what Chuuya drank before.]

[From what Mr. Dahl said, it seems like you can taste juice with many flavors?]

[It seems that Chuuya doesn’t know about the Aragami?]

[No way, maybe you don’t know that the Aragami is a real ghost? It seems that Chuuya can’t see the Aragami]

[I feel like there is a conspiracy here. I have a subtle attitude towards Chuuya Nakahara who is possessed by a demon. I wonder what plans he is making to Dazai Osamu]

[Also, Mr. Dahl said earlier that the recipe for soda was given by an old friend. The identity of this friend is very intriguing.]

[Could you be a member of the Wuyou Township? By the way, did any of you hear the sound of bells just now?]

[What bell?]

[Hey, I heard it too. I thought it was an illusion]

[Where is that bell sound coming from? Neither Mr. Dale nor the Oompa-Loompas seem to have anything like it on their clothes.]

Watching the heated discussions on the bullet screen, Haiyin Temple Suyou controlled Roald Dahl to stop in a dimly lit place.

Someone was leaning against the wall, as if he had been waiting here for a long time.

He was an ugly-dressed man with a pale face that looked like it was painted with white paint. Under the light, it was stained with a warm yellow. His nose was replaced by a red ball, and the blue eyeshadow made him look even more inhuman.

He is also very short, with a child-like height but a face that is definitely not childish. He is a dwarf.

Judging from the appearance, there is no way to infer Xiao Chou's age from the oil paint and exaggerated clothes, or perhaps this person is not something that can be estimated by years.

Roald Dahl's presence did not seem to register with him.

The little ugly boy's light yellow pupils were still staring straight at the wall opposite, as if there was something on it that made him afraid. Although his body was motionless, his head in the donkey-ear hat was shaking abnormally.

As he moved, the two big bells, one yellow and one blue, hanging on his hat began to jingle and swing. Although the sound was not particularly loud, it gradually formed a dizzying echo in the empty corridor.

"Why are you here?"

It was Roald Dahl who broke the silence first. The man's goatee twitched a little, and finally he just stared at the little Chou in front of him with an unclear expression.

[It's a new character!]

[I love this! The donkey ear hat is so cute!]

[I too, who knows, my XP was poked]

[It looks a bit abnormal, according to the law that ugly people must go crazy/bushi]

[It seems that Mr. Dahl knows this little ugly guy. I wonder if he is an employee of the candy factory or an acquaintance.]

[It feels like we are acquaintances, but we don’t seem to have a very close relationship. This is the first time I’ve seen Mr. Dahl with this expression.]

[I feel like... the atmosphere is not right...]

This is exactly what Haiyinsi Suyou planned. Here he would supplement the identity of the ugly character, the dead Joestan Jard. The special drink made by this vest was previously used to help Zhongyuan Chuuya find his sanity, which was almost devoured by the wild god.

"Ugly, what are you doing here?"

The man with the gold-headed cane walked from the light of the corridor into the shadows of the corner and stood opposite the ugly-dressed man.

His actions seemed to have scared Xiao Chou. Originally, only his head was shaking convulsively, but now his entire body began to tremble. His small body shook like a leaf blown by the wind.

The sound of the bells became louder. Xiao Chou's clothes were covered with silver bells of various sizes, which made crisp sounds with his every movement.

Suddenly, Xiao Chou's body stopped shaking, and his light yellow eyes, staring straight ahead, seemed to have some focus.

After a long silence, the pale dwarf said with trembling lips: "You are blocking my view, sweet candy merchant."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Roald Dahl apologized, but he didn't mean to move. There was no sincerity in his tone, and his expression was unusually cold.

"You blocked me!" Xiao Chou shouted, his chest heaving violently, looking very angry. He took out a glass bottle from behind him, which was filled with the same liquid that Nakahara Chuuya drank.

The pale-faced dwarf uncorked the bottle and gulped down two gulps. He calmed down as quickly as he had lost his temper without warning, and a dreamy expression appeared on his face.

His tone and movements seemed to be soothed by this magical drink, becoming unusually calm and gentle, as if he didn't care at all that the candy merchant blocked his view.

"I'm looking at something

, Roald, here's a toast to you, Cheers! Cheers! No one will refuse my toast!" Xiao Chou waved the glass bottle happily, and some of the drink almost leaked out. He immediately rushed over and took another big sip, as if he was afraid of wasting even a drop.

"Why are you here? I remember you shouldn't be here. The king should have told you what the Lord wants. Please try not to dirty my carpet, ugly guy."

The man in the maroon lilac tuxedo didn't seem to care about his crazy look at all. He just expressed his dissatisfaction with Xiao Chou's behavior of appearing here without permission.

"King, King! Doesn't anyone think this title is too immature? That little brat!" Xiao Chou took another big sip of the drink, and his pale skin was stained with red, which made his inhuman feeling fade a little.

But the next second he burst into giggles, and even started coughing violently as if he was choked, with even his eyelashes covered with strings of crystal water droplets.

"The sparkling drink numbed the ugly guy's senses." Xiao Chou suddenly said this in a singing tone, and continued to stand against the wall as if he was drunk.

"You should leave. This is my territory. The Oompa-Loompa people will see you out." The man standing opposite Xiao Chou said without emotion.

"Oompa-Loompa people...you should thank me," Xiao Chou repeated Roald Dahl's words in an impassioned tone, his shrill voice sounding like someone was strangling his throat, "someone is trying to turn your little subordinates against you, those two Englishmen."

"English! Burp," the dwarf burped again, his bulbous nose seemed to be even redder, and he imitated Conan Doyle's tone perfectly, "'We will take you away to the civilized world', how touching!"

"How touching! How touching! So touching!" Xiao Chou twitched abnormally. He painfully drank the drink in the bottle again. The liquid in the glass bottle was almost empty before he finally recovered.

But telling the man that his subordinates had been turned against him didn't seem to get much of a response. Roald Dahl just nodded slightly and said, "I understand."

Not getting the expected response seemed to make Xiao Chou dissatisfied. Seeing that Roald Dahl was always cold and polite, Xiao Chou suddenly tilted his head, and his pale and bloodless lips split into a terrible arc.

An explosive piece of news came out of the ugly man's mouth, which almost made the candy merchant explode.

"I gave him the invitation." Xiao Chou held his face, and this action made him drop the glass bottle.

The last sip of the magical drink was now mercilessly poured onto the ground, but neither Roald Dahl nor Jostain Jared seemed to have the time to care.

"What?" The tall man grabbed the dwarf's Windsor collar.

"My Ugly Feast, the Great Ugly's Feast! The All-Knowing and All-Powerful Feast of Foreknowledge!" As if not caring about his current situation at all, the pale-faced dwarf raised his hands defenselessly, stretched them towards the sky, and shouted excitedly.

"You gave it to him, Joestan?" The man lowered his voice and called out Xiao Chou's name for the first time.

"Of course, Xiao Chou's invitations are never sent wrong." Xiao Chou chuckled again, lowered his head and covered his face with his hands while laughing, as if he didn't see Roald Dahl's eyes at all.

A strange golden pattern appeared from his collar because of his movement. The strange pattern seemed to have life, clinging to the little ugly boy's pale neck.

The candy merchant let go of Xiao Chou, and a storm seemed to be brewing in his caramel eyes.

"You know what you are doing." This is an affirmation.

"Of course, Xiao Chou never tells lies. This is also what the lord wants. Xiao Chou will always love and support the lord." Xiao Chou stopped trembling when he said this, and the echo of the bells also stopped. He pulled his collar, and the golden tattoo was fully revealed, rising and falling with Xiao Chou's breathing.

For a moment, there was only silence in the corridor, and the bullet screen, which only Haiyin Temple Suyou could see, passed quickly over the heads of the two vests.

[Oh my god, what is going on?]

[Suddenly I am confused. Who is this Xiao Chou? What is Xiao Chou's Banquet?]

[I beg a big guy to analyze this for me, my brain is not enough]

[This is a superficial analysis, and may not be correct. Now we can confirm that the lord mentioned by Xiao Chou and the lord mentioned by Mr. Dahl should be the same person. This way we can infer that they should both be members of the sect of Wuyouzhixiang, that is, believers of that god.]

[But if they are in the same camp, this relationship doesn’t look good.]

[Boldly guessing, the person invited is not...]

[No way]

[Is that what I thought?]

[Damn it, who are they going to invite? I'm so anxious. Why are all the people telling riddles when watching a live broadcast?]

[From the previous video, I can tell you are not someone who watches live streams intensively. As a reminder, please watch the live stream replay of the previous Haiyin Temple tour.]

[Don’t play tricks, just say it directly, I’m Brother Hai]

[Could it be the letter that Brother Hai received before? Hiss, looking at the screenshots of the playback, the pattern is exactly the same as the one on Xiao Chou’s neck]

[That's not Hai-ge, oh my god, being targeted by this organization is not the same as being entangled by the Special Ability Division before.]

[But if I come into contact with the people of the Wuyou Township, it may not be a bad thing, at least it can intimidate the Special Ability Division?]

[It's hard to say. I used to think Mr. Dale was a good person, but now the atmosphere makes me uncertain. Are you sure Brother Hai is not conspiring with Tiger?]

[That makes sense. Brother Hai is so unlucky]

Watching the barrage guessing his intention, Haiyin Temple traced the surface of the envelope and pretended to be lost in thought. It was worth it that he deliberately hinted at the third vest.

Originally, there was really no need to connect the vest to himself, but the other information about becoming a god that the system had told him not long ago forced him to slightly change his plans.

**********

"Trinity?" Haiyinsi Suyou read the words on the red notebook and asked, "What does this mean? Are you suddenly a Christian?"

[This is different. Although those are not the real gods of this world, we have to admit that there are still some truths in the Bible.]

[If becoming an evil god is like building a house, then the faith value is the bricks and cement, but the concept of the Trinity, that is, the Son, the Father, and the Holy Spirit, are the pillars and foundation of the house.]

[You have basically completed the last two items now, creating an image of a god, the so-called concept of the evil god in the world, that is, the Holy Father; and the existence of the Utopia in the live broadcast room is believed to have also achieved what we initially thought was the most difficult part, that is, the most ethereal Holy Spirit.]

[Now you need to establish a relationship of inheritance with the god you created, whether it is a relationship of offering sacrifice or a relationship of spokesperson.]

The choice of traveling back to Haiyin Temple naturally made him a sacrifice of "his own" character, that is, he participated in this fabricated banquet of ugliness.

A plan had already taken shape in his mind, a plan that could successfully announce to the world the part of his relationship with the Utopia that he wanted to reveal, and at the same time resolve the entity's problems as thoroughly as possible.

**********

Retracting his thoughts, Haiyinsi Suyou continued to control the vest. Since the goal had been achieved, there was no need to let Xiaochou's vest stay here any longer.

Moreover, it is also necessary to give a certain mouse hiding in the shadow of the corner a chance to leave safely. Haiyin Temple Travel needs to spread such news as far as possible to increase the credibility of the vest's background story. At the same time, it will be more convenient to walk around as the ugly character Joestan Jard.

Hearing the conversation at the corner disappear, and even the footsteps of the two people gradually faded away, Daniel Defoe, who was standing against the wall, tried even harder to reduce his presence a little, and left here as quickly and stealthily as possible. He needed to bring this message back.

The content of the conversation between the two clearly made the sailor

's expression changed again and again. His years of intelligence sense told him that this was definitely news that would cause a sensation among the Clock Tower Servant and even the psychics of the whole world.

Although he didn't know who this little clown was, and he didn't know that the so-called Banquet of Ugly was a god, he had already witnessed Roald Dahl's power before, so he naturally wouldn't treat the little clown who was familiar with Roald Dahl and was even a member of the Utopia with an ordinary attitude.

On the contrary, the possibility that Little Chou is as powerful as Roald Dahl and his mentally unstable behavior are enough to make Daniel Defoe feel wary and difficult to deal with.

"We have to report this to Agatha quickly, and also to Mr. Doyle. The Lunar Society will definitely not let go of this news. This should also allow us to repay the favor."

The sailor calculated quickly in his mind, and quickly returned to the original room before the Oompa-Loompa people he had sent away came back, as if he had never left, not knowing that his every move was controlled by the vest controlled by Haiyin Temple Suyou.

At the same time, in a hidden room of the Special Ability Division, a meeting with only a handful of people qualified to attend was being quietly held.

The old man who just spoke had the iconic three-color hair, and it was Natsume Soseki.

Participating in the meeting were some big names who had even appeared in the news before, but they all had one thing in common on their faces: they did not look relaxed at all.

"You mean, there is a connection between Haiyin Temple and Wuyou Township?"