Chapter 4915 (Four Thousand Nine Hundred and Fifteen) Wrong Guess
The reason why the gray-handed man asked this was because he wanted to know more about what was going on, so that he could judge whether he would easily fall into the state of being unable to communicate with others again if he allowed him to talk further.
The man said: "It can't be said that it is... like this... in fact... maybe I am still... still afraid of myself."
The gray-handed man said: "Afraid of yourself?"
"I'm afraid... I said something wrong." The man said.
"If we weren't here, would you still be afraid that you were wrong?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Then... don't be afraid anymore." The man said.
"Aren't you still afraid of us?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Oh...yes...that's true." The man said.
"Just to let you guess, I won't be cruel to you." The gray-handed man said, "Do you feel relieved?"
"Even...even if I guess wrong this time?" the man asked, "you won't be cruel to me, right?"
"Yes." The gray-handed man said.
The gray-hand man still felt irritable, but in order to get more information, he endured it and said to the gray-hand man in a gentle-sounding tone: "Don't worry, aren't we just chatting? We've been chatting for so long. "Okay, what are you worried about? Look, you haven't said anything wrong after all this time, haven't I been cruel to you?"
"Oh... no." the man said.
"It's just chatting. It's nothing. Don't we always have a good chat?" asked the gray-handed man.
The man said "oh" again.
"Are you relieved?" The man with gray hands asked. "It's... not bad." The man said.
"Why do you still seem uneasy?" The man with gray hands said patiently, "Relax and tell me what you guessed. I want to hear it. I'm very interested."
The man said: "Then if I guess wrong...it'll be fine, right?"
"I'm not asking you to guess." The man with gray hands said, "It's just a guess. Guessing can be right or wrong. It's normal to guess wrong, just as normal as being right. Besides, don't underestimate it. You may have guessed it right yourself.”
"Then I'll guess," the man said.
"Guess, guess, guess, the chat will be more interesting." The gray-handed man said.
The Gray Hand Man found that even though the man said he was scared at the moment, he did not show any particularly fearful expression, and there was still no sign that he would be unable to communicate with others normally. Therefore, at this moment, the Gray Hand Man still had Very alert, always ready to change the topic, but not that nervous.
"I guess... I suddenly remembered those words that were 'nailed' in my soul, and it has something to do with... the environment here." The man replied.
"What's the environment here?" Gray Hand asked, "What's the environment?"
"I just feel that... this place... is not an environment that ordinary people can create." The man said.
"What kind of environment is that?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It's... it's you... you kind of... how should I say... it's people like you with special abilities... that can create an environment... it's... it's... very unusual." The man said .
"Do you think that only in this environment can you recall the words that the man who knew magic nailed into your soul?" asked the man with gray hands.
(End of chapter)