Cheese looked at Dionysian, and then at the arms. It was not a problem for the grey robe to use two arms that were not his own as temporary prostheses or even for casting. The question is, does he want to do it, and if he doesn''t, what is the consequence? "What if I refuse? Will you attack directly? "


    The magic light in Dionysian''s eyes surged after the cheese dropped, and anyone familiar with the caster knew that this was clearly the state of the caster! But cheese didn''t move, didn''t want to defend, didn''t want to attack, he didn''t do anything, and there was no flash of magic in his eyes. Did he give up resistance? Are you waiting to die now? Or did he know more about Dionysian''s thoughts than Dionysian thought? I''m afraid no one can tell, but the light in Dionysian''s eyes did go out after a few seconds, and with those hands, it disappeared again in the dark.


    "You don''t think I can do it?" His actions have proved it, but Dionysian still wants to know why cheese makes such a judgment. This judgment was enough to kill him.


    "As far as it doesn''t need to be more clear, they all know what Dionysian is asking," I only saw one, I should have been Dionysian blinking, "maybe not yours. But how can you say it''s not mine? How many years have you left the gray tower? three years? Five years? Less than ten years. Do you know how long I''ve been out there? He has promised us that the world has the answers we want. But if there is such an answer, why even he left? Maybe the answer is not here at all. "


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