Chapter 494 – It’s My Turn to Speak
“Let me explain. There’s no need for this charade, and we both know the truth,” the Wolf King said coldly. “Regardless of your reasons for touching the Blood Moon, opening a void all by yourself can only mean one thing: you want to send an outsider out, correct?”
As he finished speaking, the Wolf King’s fierce gaze fell upon me. My heart skipped a beat. He had figured it out. The Queen of the Insects intended to send us away, and he was not someone who would be easily persuaded.
Jayad stepped in front of me, his calm and clear eyes meeting the Wolf King’s gaze without a hint of fear. The Wolf King’s stare lasted only a brief moment before he looked away.
“Indeed, they helped my tribe greatly, so I promised to help them return to the real world. Of course, this will not affect any of you. Is there a problem with that?” The Queen of the Insects clearly feared the Wolf King more, revealing everything upfront, a stark contrast to her earlier evasiveness with the Matriarch.
“Your actions might incur the wrath of the gods. The gods’ intention in sealing the dream realm is unclear. By opening a passage privately, you will bring disaster upon us!” The Merfolk High Priest spoke in a muddled, indistinct manner, making it very difficult to understand him.
“Your say on whether it affects us or not doesn’t count. If this angers the gods, we will inevitably suffer because of you,” the Werewolf added.
Although the Queen of the Insects wanted to explain that they had done it quietly, that the gods wouldn’t pay attention to such a small matter, and that they had made thorough preparations to conceal everything without leaving traces.
However, the other three parties didn’t believe her. Words were not proof. No matter how eloquently she spoke, she couldn’t change the fact that the risk was immense. If the gods happened to be watching this place, the matter would inevitably be exposed.
The actions of mortals rarely escape the notice of gods. At most, one can slip by when the gods are not interested in paying close attention. If the gods were indeed focused here, even Shaien, whose race is far superior to ordinary mortals, would find it hard to deceive them.
I began to worry that the Queen of the Insects would compromise. It was clear that although she might not fear any of the other three tribes individually, their combined force would make her wary. If she insisted on her own way, the Sh would have a hard time establishing themselves in Robin Town.
Of course, this didn’t mean the Queen of the Insects was truly afraid to resist. The question was whether I was worth such a stand. I was merely a transaction partner for her. While there was significant value in our cooperation, I had already obtained the prophecy. Compared to her relationship with the other three tribes, I didn’t think I was valuable enough for her to fall out with them.
Therefore, this was not a choice that required much deliberation. Weighing the pros and cons, I was clearly less important than the other three parties. Once I left, I would be an irrelevant stranger. The other three tribes would continue to be neighbors. How could she make such a significant loss for a trivial gain?
So, I had to step forward and say something, otherwise, the scales would tip unfavorably for me.
“Everyone!” I said loudly, patting Jayad to signal him to step aside. “May I have a word?”
The three tribal leaders looked at me with confusion. It wasn’t the young man speaking, nor the most reputable Amelia, but a little girl who had something to say. They were somewhat puzzled.
Although an outsider spoke up while the leaders of the four tribes were discussing important matters, the Matriarch still nodded and said, “You are the girl who can cure patients with the Nightmare Syndrome. Go ahead.”
Upon hearing that I could also cure the Nightmare Syndrome, the Wolf King and the High Priest both began to pay attention to me and expressed their willingness to listen to what I had to say.
“We are from the real world, and our purpose is to rescue Doctor Amelia. She has fallen into a deep sleep in reality, and in the real world, her clinic has already seen a large number of nightmares. Her patients, like those in the town, are trapped in nightmares, constantly creating them.”
Unlike the Queen of the Insects’ evasiveness, I got straight to the point and revealed everything. This was because I knew I didn’t have the Queen of the Insects’ skill to lie in front of three cunning old foxes.
Moreover, from the conversation just now, the Matriarch of the Vampire Banshees particularly liked to get to the bottom of things. I, unlike the Queen of the Insects, was not confident and had to reason with them.
My directness indeed surprised them. The Wolf King pondered, “It’s like that in reality too?”
“But what does that have to do with us? Although it might be unfair to the Doctor, and her friends and family in the real world must be anxious, breaking the gods’ seal is too risky,” the Merfolk High Priest said.
At his urgency, he even interspersed his speech with guttural Merfolk words. Just then, I also began to speak a few guttural words.
“You know Merfolk language?!” the High Priest asked in surprise. At this point, he was also speaking Merfolk, and it was a dialect of the Kou Tao Merfolk.
“I thought it would be more convenient for us to communicate and exchange opinions this way,” I replied, also speaking in the Kou Tao Merfolk dialect. This particular pronunciation was very difficult, mainly requiring me to hold some saliva in my mouth to mimic the tone.
As a human speaking Merfolk, my pronunciation was certainly not standard, as even the oral and pharyngeal structures were different. The High Priest’s mouth alone was more than two to three times larger than mine. To him, my speech must have carried a heavy accent and deviated intonation.
However, this did not hinder our communication, especially since my rapid-fire Merfolk speech was fluent and smooth. Being able to communicate in the native dialect during an exchange with an alien race was enough to show respect, and his goodwill towards me immediately increased significantly.
I had already realized that among these three, the Merfolk High Priest was the most opposed. Although the Matriarch spoke the most, she was actually bargaining, seeking benefits. The Werewolf spoke the fiercest, but that was due to his racial temperament; he himself merely wanted to understand the facts.
Only the Merfolk High Priest was a stubborn person who sought stability and insisted that not a single risk or accident should occur. Once I dealt with him, the rest would be much easier.
I spoke with the Merfolk High Priest for a while, and the expression on his fish-like face softened considerably. However, everyone else nearby listened with complete bewilderment. Although a few people here understood a little simple Merfolk language, we spoke too quickly, and their brains and vocabulary couldn’t keep up.
“What on earth are you two talking about?!” the Wolf King asked impatiently. He was hot-tempered and was already on the verge of exploding from not understanding.
“She says she is actually saving us,” the Merfolk High Priest translated.
“What? Saving us?” The Wolf King looked at me. “With you? Heh, we don’t need saving.”
“Don’t be so sure of yourself. You are currently isolated from reality, constantly surrounded by nightmares, with more and more patients appearing. Outsiders cannot enter or leave. How long can you hold on? I’m afraid the townspeople have already Despaired of the current situation?”
“However, I have a way to break all of this.”
