"Hey, fiery fluffy little brother, why don't you just confess? Mr. Dainsleif doesn't seem to believe what I'm saying."
"Oh ho! Confess my ass! I've already said everything I can say!!! Oh ho…! Where am I supposed to make up information?!"
Dainsleif used abyssal simulated fire element to fiercely whip the fiery fluffy little brother's butt.
Every time the fiery fluffy little brother was whipped, he let out an "Oh ho!"
It could be said to be so sad it gave people a headache.
"Mr. Dainsleif, do you know what the Loom of Fate is?"
Cid tried to attract Dainsleif's attention.
"I knew you hadn't finished explaining."
Dainsleif's tone was very indifferent.
Then he whipped the fiery fluffy little brother even harder.
"Oh ho! I really don't know as much as he does!
Oh ho! A gentleman can be killed but not…
Oh ho! I really don't know!!!"
Master Cid watched this scene feeling quite powerless.
Fiery fluffy little brother…
In the end he had already started talking nonsense.
"Secret… Does my Prince recently liking to wear blue panties count…?"
Dainsleif fell silent.
He had even exposed the color of His Highness the Prince's panties. It was really hard to suspect that this fiery Abyss Mage hadn't surrendered.
"It seems you really don't know much. I misunderstood you."
Then Dainsleif looked at Cid.
"It seems you really do know more. Perhaps you are the main one… Descender…?"
At this moment Cid looked at Mr. Dainsleif in complete silence.
The Dainsleif he had initially imagined: cold, handsome, secretive, a mysterious and powerful man.
The Dainsleif he now imagined: just a reckless iron-headed fool who relied on his immortality curse and high combat power to charge forward.
"Ah, although I used to suspect more that I was a stowaway, it seems everyone I meet thinks I'm a Descender.
But none of that matters. Mr. Dainsleif, do you know about the Loom of Fate?"
Dainsleif's gaze became very serious.
"I don't know."
Cid couldn't help but fall silent for a moment.
You don't know, so why are you so confident?
Forget it. No matter how much.
"Actually, I don't know much about this thing either. But I know that the Abyss Order, for the sake of the Loom of Fate, is looking for a very important item. And this item—I happen to know where it is.
If you hold this thing in your hand, then the Abyss Prince will have to come find you."
Dainsleif looked at Cid.
He seemed to be thinking about something.
"Tell me. Where is that thing?"
"Wind Dragon Ruins—no, now it's the Wind Dragon Relics. Under those relics there's an original tilling machine. The thing inside it is what the Abyss Order wants."
Dainsleif thought for a moment.
He turned his head and whipped the fiery fluffy little brother, who was currently rubbing his own butt.
"Oh ho…! Why are you whipping me! I really don't know anything about this!"
The fiery fluffy little brother was so angry he was almost about to self-destruct.
If he could beat you, if he wasn't afraid you'd tear him apart, would he believe you wouldn't get anxious with him?
Dainsleif looked at the fiery fluffy little brother, then looked at Cid, who was fully cooperating and hadn't asked for anything.
At this moment his rationality told him that these two were telling the truth.
But cooperating like this no matter how you looked at it didn't seem right?
Intuitively, Dainsleif felt there was a problem.
"I don't believe it."
Old Uncle was speechless.
We told the truth and you still don't believe it—what am I supposed to do?
The fiery fluffy little brother was indignant.
You already hit me! You still don't believe it!
I even exposed the color of His Highness the Prince's panties!
"I'll follow you for a while to judge whether the intelligence is authentic."
Original Demon: Dainsleif joins the party.