Just as Okam spoke, a slight applause rang out, followed by a voice with a strange rhythm.
"I never thought that a human could have such humor...art cell, Okam, if it weren't for your race, I would definitely invite you to join the troupe... Actually, it seems that this doesn't have any effect?"
Amid a burst of laughter and joy, countless colorful balloons suddenly rose in the building full of blood and shadows, and exploded one by one, sprinkling a large number of easter eggs and fireworks.
Only then did Lana realize that there were more than a dozen slender figures around her. They were all wearing exaggerated masks and colorful clothes, but their figures and movements exposed their identity - Aida.
The Frost Stars Twilight Theater's troupe appeared behind Occam with a swaying swaying, putting his hands on his shoulders, and his face with a black and white mask poked out from behind his left shoulder.
"Or what if I think about it?"
"Give me aside. It's tiring enough to work for you Phoenix King. I don't have the energy to perform for him."
"Hahaha! Thank you for preparing this good script for us. Its name is the Song of the Stupid Donkey and the Blind Girl!"
At this time, Hadek was already furious and was about to slash Okam with his direct waving of war sickle, but as soon as he walked out halfway, he felt something floating past him, so he stopped suddenly and waved it.
However, he hit nothing.
But suddenly, he found that there was an extra box under his feet, a box that was beautifully packaged with purple ribbons.
Just when General Dai Guan was stunned, the box suddenly opened!
In the blink of an eye, Hadek disappeared, and with him the box and the laughter of the harlequins leaving.
Lana watched all this, she did not act rashly because she knew that her current equipment would not be able to escape from Ada's pursuit anyway.
At this time, Okam walked up step by step, stepped on the paralyzed body of the underworld spider, and came to her, then sighed softly.
"So... this technician, make your decision."
Lana looked at the other party, she knew what these things were, and she did not forget to collect the knowledge she needed when she killed the mechanical priests.
The Empire, humans, and space warriors, she had already known enough, so she replied coldly:
"It's ridiculous that the so-called glorious Astart of the human empire was actually a slave to Ada."
But Okam raised three fingers.
"There are three mistakes in one sentence. It seems that your thinking and logical ability is far from keeping up with your technical ability."
"What's wrong?"
"First, I am not Astarte of the human empire. I said, I am Alpha, second, I am not Ada's slave. I just helped the Phoenix King, and his identity is similar to mine. Third, I followed you for nine days and had seventeen chances to take you down, but I didn't do that, because I was curious about where you could go alone, so I don't think I am ridiculous."
"You! You...what you are going to do, this is the thing that fears the dead, and this thing is worthless to you."
"Is it valuable? What you say doesn't have to do, what I say doesn't have to do, that Phoenix King has the final say."
"I won't give it to Ada."
"Oh, it seems like you have a choice."
Okam shook his head. At this moment, an inconspicuous red scarab suddenly emerged from the gap on the ground. Then a complex device was opened on his back, and a wormhole with a dark green light appeared.
A ghostly fearful person holding a long staff in his hand poked out half of his body from it, and then his thief-shining eyes immediately stared at Lana.
Then a biologically quirky smile appeared on the smooth metal face, and he waved his hand tilted.
"Hi, Princess Lana, do you need my help?"
As a result, Lana seemed to be a ghost, crossed her arms and took two steps back, almost falling from her underworld spider.
"Taracin! Why are you..."
Occam seemed not surprised at all about this. Instead, he left the place, walked to the shelf, picked up the cigar again, took a sip, and then said:
"Don't you understand yet, he's been waiting for you to leave this place... I just interrupted so I have to show up. He's the yellow bird."
"What--"
Tarasin turned his head and waved to Okam.
"Long time no see, son of Hydra, Mr. Okam, the unreal."
"Hello, the overlord of Solemnas, the Endless One, hasn't seen you for a long time. It's so comforting to see you so healthy and still have fun in life."
Tarasin let out two shriveled laughters before coming out of the wormhole.
"Soshiyan already knows this thing?"
Okam spitted a cigarette and shook his head.
"He doesn't know yet, and is now busy using his power to massacre the nobles of the entire dynasty."
After listening to Tarasin, the light in his eyes flashed slightly, and then he whispered in a voice that was almost to himself:
"Is this too much? You have to persuade him..."
"Please, ha, you overestimate my energy, and I'll say it."
Okam chuckled and dusted the ashes.
"Are you just one dynasty? Are you afraid of attracting King Silence? Or... You can't stand it and your kind will be eliminated. I remember you are not a compassionate idea."
"The Laisha Dynasty...is a little special."
"The monitor of the Orosk Dynasty, is that right? That dynasty...If I didn't infer it wrong, is there a piece of skinner's fragment?"
Tarasin looked at Okam and said after a moment of silence:
"Just like the past, you're very good at guessing, Okam."
At this time, the endless talk changed.
"When did you get this done?"
Okam was stunned for a moment, then raised the cigar in his hand.
"This? You have a very good nose. Tarasin, I'm not good at this, but this is not ordinary tobacco, but the imperial product of the Eternal Royal Court. It is said that a plant as a raw material can grow a leaf in a thousand years. It takes three leaves to make this one, and only one world can produce it. The effect is really great, which can help me concentrate and speed up my thinking... Maybe I know that it's very hard for me to work for him, so Soshiyang brought me a few after he came back from the Royal Court."
As he said that, he pointed to a light golden mark in the middle of the cigar, which was a sign of a burning fire phoenix.
“I like to call it Phoenix.”
"Is it convenient for your old friends to give one?"
"Ha, most people ask me, I definitely won't give it, but who makes us so familiar with you?"
Occam opened the storage box of his arm, took out one from it and threw it far towards Tarasin. The cigar drew an arc in the air, and finally was gently held between the fingers by the Endless.
After he looked carefully for a while, he nodded and stuffed it into a small metal box on his waist.
Chapter completed!