Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 889 - 493 This is not a mental illness

Chapter 889: Chapter 493: This is not a mental illness

Chapter 889: Chapter 493: This is not a mental illness

The woman was utterly bewildered throughout the whole process, because the things happening were beyond her comprehension.

The Soul Banning Ring prevented her from using Magic Power, and her physical disability had rendered her an immobile invalid, all of which fell within her understanding, but why could a level one Dispel Magic dissipate her Magic Power? How could bare hands pierce through her Shield?

What was this man doing, pinching his own mouth and ears? Could he be a psychological deviant who took pleasure in other people’s wounds? Why was it growing noisier around her? Why did she feel a bit dizzy? Why did the cabin seem to be tilting?

A stream of questions, coupled with the powerlessness of being manipulated, made the woman more and more agitated until she finally erupted, “Let go of me!”

As soon as the voice came out, the woman was struck as if by thunder.

“I… I… huh…” I can actually make a sound? The woman subconsciously moved her mouth and immediately felt as if there was something non-existent in her mouth.

She couldn’t help but stretch it out firmly, and casting her eyes downward, she caught sight of a tender, pink little tongue.

Is this a tongue? Is it mine? Why is it so tender?

Of course it’s tender if it’s newly grown.

The woman clumsily tried to lick her gums; she had lost her tongue some time ago and had somewhat forgotten how to use it.

Each individual tooth slid clearly across her tongue, distinctly telling her, the tongue had regrown.

“I… I…” The woman trembled with excitement, turning her head to gaze at Ange.

Ange, who had let go of her, was tilting his head, a face full of confusion, not understanding what the woman was ‘I’-ing about.

However, the woman was already shocked by another discovery because she realized she could hear her own voice, a very unfamiliar experience, so much so that it took her a moment to come to terms with it.

She had lost her hearing due to an accident when she was small, and hadn’t heard a sound for many years. After becoming a Wizard, thanks to the aid of various Magics, her life was unaffected by her deafness, thus she gradually became accustomed to it.

Now, hearing voices again, she actually felt unaccustomed, as the whole world seemed to become three-dimensional, gaining a stronger sense of space, which was why she felt a bit dizzy as if the cabin were tilting.

My ears are cured? It’s not an illusion? How is this possible, when I’ve seen countless healers, all of whom told me that unless a miracle occurred, neither my eardrums nor my tongue could ever be restored.

“I… I… I…” The woman stuttered for a long time, unable to articulate a reason.

Negris, feeling uncomfortable with her stuttering, followed her words with a question, “What is your name?”

“Grey… Buld, my name is Grey… Grey,” her speech flowed out as soon as she found an anchor, albeit slightly faltering.

“Oh, Grey, why are you here? Why did you suffer such serious injuries? Are you an evil person?” Negris inquired.

Grey listened intently to each and every sound of Negris, struggling to understand; even though she could write every word, having lost her hearing for too long meant not all pronunciations were remembered, and she needed to listen carefully.

After understanding, confusion appeared on Grey’s face: “You don’t know me? You’ve never heard my name? Grey Buld, haven’t you heard of it?”

Negris said inexplicably, “Why should I have heard your name? Are you famous?”

“Grey Buld, the Denier of Truth, Grey Buld, you’ve never heard of me?” Grey asked again.

From Luther’s direction came an astonished cry, “Wow!”

Everyone turned their heads to look at him.

Luther quickly said, “That nickname is so cool, isn’t it? The Denier of Truth, it’s like my Dragon Pattern Steel Core—ouch!”

Before he could finish, the one jumping over to hit him on the head was the big cat.

Grey Buld could be certain that these people didn’t know her, so they didn’t come especially to rescue her.

“So, you just happened to run into Alarocst and then you saved me?” Grey asked with a puzzled expression, feeling an incredible sense of absurdity in her heart.

However, Negris shook his head, “By chance it was, that guy ran into our companion and tried to steal his heart, so we killed him. As for saving you? Not certain yet—are you a good person or a bad one? If you’re good, we’ll just save you by the way, otherwise we’ll kill you again.”

Grey looked on with doubt in her eyes, as if she had heard some unbelievable terms: “Good people? Bad people? Such a childish distinction?”

“Childish?” Negris scratched his head, “Then let me put it another way. Good, Lawful, Neutral, Good Lawful, Neutral Lawful, if you’re from one of the Good Neutral alignments, we save you; if you’re from the Chaotic Evil alignments, we kill you. Isn’t that a more mature way to differentiate?”

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Not childish… because Grey was dumbfounded. Was there such a complicated method of dividing people? She had never heard of it.

“I… I…” She didn’t know how to answer without appearing ignorant: “What about someone who is neither bad nor good, what then?”

“Neither bad nor good? That’s Neutral. Do they kill indiscriminately? Destroy roads? Burn crops? Follow rules?” Negris continued his interrogation.

Grey shook her head, shook her head, shook her head, shook her head.

“So, that’s not killing indiscriminately, not destroying roads nor burning crops, but also not following rules. That’s Chaotic Neutral. Such people are difficult for us to deal with,” Negris said, troubled.

Grey’s head was about to explode. She hadn’t realized that a simple distinction between good and bad people could yield so many variations. She had just wanted to mock the use of good and bad to separate people as childish, not get into an academic debate. Ahhh!