Inventor of another world, the little female ghost wants to kidnap me

Inside the vertical coffin.

Miss looked around, observing this space.

This place gave him the feeling of being very big and ethereal, with the aura of death everywhere, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, Miss seemed to realize something and turned around abruptly.

Sure enough, the man wearing the wooden mask appeared behind him.

"Is this a divine item?" Miss asked tentatively.

The masked man nodded, "Yes."

His voice sounded very strange to Miss, and it was obviously processed by magic, and it was impossible to discern his true timbre.

"Young man, where did you get the trick to interrupt my spellcasting?"

Facing the masked man's question, Miss gave an ambiguous answer, "Don't praise me. I don't have the ability to interrupt you while casting a spell, but I can interrupt you while you're talking."

"You can be tough, but you have to remember that your life is in my hands. It's easy for me to kill you."

"Uncle, are you from the church?"

Miss's sudden question made the masked man stunned for a second, and then a look of disdain appeared on his face.

"Hmph, don't put me together with that bunch of trash."

Listening to the other party's tone, Miss felt that the uncle should not be lying.

It seems that she is just a follower of the goddess, just like Hestice, not a member of the church.

"Uncle, take off your mask. It's scary. Your identity is easy to find out. You are a follower of the goddess. This alone can eliminate many disaster magicians."

"Believe me, you will never know who I am. Or rather, even if you know my identity, what will happen? I didn't say you can leave alive."

The masked man spoke with an extremely firm tone, revealing his confidence everywhere.

He is confident that his identity can be kept secret.

"Okay, okay, then let me change the question. Since you believe in the Goddess of Life, why did you destroy the temple and kidnap the saint?" Miss asked again.

The masked man frowned slightly under the mask and said in a low, angry voice, "You ask too many questions."

Only then did he realize that shouldn't he ask the questions himself and let the boy answer them?

Why is it that he is the one answering the boy's questions now?

Mis: Hey.

At this moment, the space where the two were located began to tremble slightly, like an earthquake.

The masked man cursed inwardly, thinking that someone must be outside attacking the prop with brute force.

But judging from the situation, it shouldn't have been Ron who did it.

In fact, even if Ron took action, he didn't care. After all, Ron's magic sword had been lost for twenty years. Without the magic sword, Ron could not cut through this space.

Thinking of this, he felt relieved.

After changing the offense and defense, the masked man opened his mouth with a powerful blow.

"I won't take your wand and the little gadgets on your fingers. They are probably useless to you. It doesn't matter whether you have them or not."

When Miss heard this, he was stunned for a few tenths of a second, then quickly regained his composure and pretended that he was calm.

He never thought that the fact that he could cast spells without a medium would be exposed, and that he would be seen through by the person he met for the first time?

The change in Miss's facial expression was subtle and fleeting, making it difficult for ordinary people to notice, but the masked man's eyes still captured that moment.

"Don't be surprised, this matter is not a secret to me."

The masked man was actually not sure whether Mis could cast spells without a medium.

What he said just now was just a test, and it was obvious that he succeeded and found out the information he wanted to know.

Braivend, the commander of the Holy Knights, had demonstrated this skill to him and his brother many years ago, casting spells without a medium.

In the previous battle with the eldest prince Cross, Cross, who was in a desperate situation, also used this skill.

So the masked man speculated that the black-haired boy in front of him should be of the same type as those two people.

"Higanbana? Are you the Miss Giles who has been making headlines recently?" The masked man asked after looking at Miss's armband.

Miss had no intention of hiding his identity, so he nodded in acknowledgement and then asked a question in return.

"Uncle, are you an adventurer?"

The masked man was about to speak, but then closed his mouth.

I almost got tricked again.

"Do you think the same move will work on me? I'm the one asking the questions now, answer them honestly. What is your relationship with the church?"

Mis shook his head honestly, "It doesn't matter."

"Do you think I will believe you?"

"No uncle, you ask me and I answer, and if you still don't believe me after I answer, then what are you asking?"

Miss changed his previous honest attitude, deliberately raised the decibel of his voice, and showed a rebellious look.

The masked man didn't expect Miss to be so arrogant and felt a little unhappy.

"You actually dare to provoke me, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Faced with this weak threat, Miss laughed out loud.

"You won't kill me because you're a good person."

"???"

The masked man was a little overwhelmed by being praised as a good person for no reason.

Miss explained: "Uncle, stop pretending. The assassins you arranged on the mountain before were obviously quite strong, but their moves were so weak.

You two disaster-level magicians actually dared to let our A-level and B-level guilds, plus the Adventurer's Guild President Reginald, win.

Your accomplices are actually quite normal and have been suppressing Reginald, but you are too outrageous.

He could have killed us all and then easily taken the saint away, but he kept dodging and evading and refused to kill.

You were planning to use magic to knock us out, but you were blocked by my defensive magic, right?"

After listening to Miss's explanation, the masked man became uneasy and he looked at Miss with admiration again.

He didn't expect that this young man could pay attention to the battle situation on Reginald's side while fighting against himself, a disaster-level magician.

"Uncle, you obviously discovered a long time ago that I am the core of the team, and I also exposed my position and flaws many times later just to test you.

Let's see if you would be ruthless to me. If you kill me, it would be much easier to deal with the others. Unfortunately, you didn't.

The only time there was a murderous attack was when I was brought here for questioning.

At this point, most people would beat me until I lose my ability to move, and then interrogate me.

Especially since you know that I can cast spells without a medium, I am more dangerous than ordinary people.

But you, not only did you not attack me, even your tone of voice to threaten me was powerless.

Haven't you eaten, uncle?"

Faced with Miss's provocation, the masked man was almost unable to hold on.

Because of everything Miss said, he had no way to refute it.

He didn't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately.

Miss pressed on, "The most important point is that I don't believe a true believer of the goddess would be a heretic who kills people without blinking an eye."

Suddenly, the space shook violently, and then a ray of sunlight came in, just falling on the mask.

Behind the mask were a pair of eyes filled with disbelief.

"No, it's impossible. How could they possibly cut through here?"

"Sorry uncle, time is up, my partner came to rescue me."

As soon as Miss finished speaking, a slender figure fell from the sky and landed beside him.

He turned his head and his expression froze for a moment.

Because he saw a familiar pretty face, so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar.

"Lysia?"

The girl put away her sword gracefully, hugged Miss's arm, smiled like a flower and spoke in a pleasant voice.

"elder brother."