Realizing this, Lebinia suddenly had an impulse and asked: "Can I have another one?"

The farmer said quickly: "Okay, okay, everyone can eat two at a time, and I will pick them for you..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw Lebinia reach out her hand and a green date fell down.

The farmer's eyes widened. It turned out that this lady's martial arts skills were so high. I heard the cave dwarves in the tavern bragging about it. At least the one who could show off his fighting spirit was a sword master. Oh my god, a female sword master.

Lebinia prayed devoutly, her attitude was much more correct than the first time, and then she bit into the green date, and a sweeter and more refreshing taste burst into her mouth and tongue, which was even more delicious than the one just now.

Could it be that the attitude towards prayer can also determine the taste of green dates?

At this time, Drov came back with a pale face. He could only rub because his legs were so weak that he could not walk. Then he saw Lebinia eating the second green date. He shouted weakly: "You still eat it?"

?poisonous."

Lebinia shook her head: "Lord Drov, I have nothing wrong with you. What he said is probably true. It is easy to confirm what he said. You tell your followers not to pray but to eat one."

Naturally, there were more than just Lebinia and Drov in the convoy. As a senior magician, he still had several followers. He immediately selected two followers. One did not pray and the other prayed. They both went to the date tree in the distance.

On the table, pick two green dates at random and eat them separately.

The praying man's eyes lit up and he ate the green dates happily.

The man who didn't pray made a bitter face on the spot, but didn't dare to spit it out. He had seen what happened to Drov, so he chewed and swallowed it.

After waiting for a long time, there was no response. Drov motioned for him to eat the remaining half of the pill, and then said: "Spit it out."

The one who didn't pray had no choice but to vomit it out. After waiting for a few seconds, his stomach thundered and he quickly ran to the side to sit on the hollow mud pillar that had been built in advance.

So miraculous? Is it really possible not to pray, but not to waste it? Siobada, can this green jujube understand human speech or is there something going on?

I didn't believe it! Drov pulled the first follower who had prayed and ordered him to eat the second green date and then spit it out.

"Physical problems must be that everyone's physique is different, so some people have diarrhea and others don't." Drov comforted himself stiffly.

Then he was disappointed. The first follower ate the green dates, vomited them out, and a few seconds later, his stomach was thundering, and he went to the roadside to occupy a pit.

"I don't believe it, it's impossible, it doesn't make sense." Drov was a little confused, and he pulled the third, fourth, fifth follower, until he was the sixth follower.

Unfortunately, the sixth follower was not spared either. There was a row of swordsmen sitting on the roadside, and all of them turned green in the face.

Now Drov finally believed it. These green dates really understood human speech. He gave up his plan to try again and turned to the farmer and said: "Okay, I believe it. I blamed you wrongly. Eh? You guys?"

What's wrong?"

The farmer and Lebinia both stood up straight and stiff. After hearing his question, the farmer and Lebinia timidly looked at the top of his head and whispered: "You have offended the gods. From now on."

From the fourth time on, God is watching you."

Drov froze and slowly raised his head, and sure enough he saw a pair of eyes above his head staring at him.

This kind of 'seeing' is not physical sight, but mental perception, as if there are really a pair of eyes and a tilted head in that empty place.

"I...I...I'm doing a control experiment." Drov explained dryly, trembling.

The head actually nodded, then stretched out his hand and nodded towards him. The next moment, he felt an unprecedented sense of relief. He didn't care about the gazes of the gods. He flew all the way to pass by and sat down. Fortunately, he had done more at the beginning.

There were several hollow mud pillars.

God's gaze disappeared, as if nothing had happened, leaving only a row of pale-faced bare-butt men on the roadside.

After finally feeling relieved, Drov discovered a problem: the paper was gone.

"It's over now. The noble magician has to wipe his butt with leaves. My friend, please lend me some leaves."
Chapter completed!