Chapter 589: Husky’s Bizarre Adventure
“What’s the situation?”
Seeing the Husky’s mission panel, Delicious Wind Goose couldn’t help but exclaim.
This almost overturned all his previous understanding of this nightmare.
Is it not Ingrid’s death that leads Justice to try to murder Frederick?
Judging from the main mission at Husky, it appears that the truth is not the case.
Is Frederick dead? Did Justice come back to save his old friend? What about confirming Ingrid’s death?
Annan narrowed his eyes slightly and said nothing.
He vaguely felt that he had touched some inspiration, but he was not sure for a moment.
The only certain thing was this nightmare, or this incident must be related to the Tragedy Writer.
It was probably even more direct than Black Widow’s influence in Sporeggar Mill.
“Do not panic.”
Facing Delicious Wind Goose, who was a little confused, Annan turned his head and reminded in a low voice, “Keep watching first.”
“Since this is a mirror attribute nightmare that emphasizes [Symmetry] and [Cycle], it is not surprising that there are two nightmare subjects.”
In other words, is this a nightmare for both Justice and Frederick?
Delicious Wind Goose pondered.
If that’s the case, will it be necessary to judge in the end which side is the mirror image?
It’s not impossible.
Although the players outside were full of confusion, they were still a little nervous and uneasy. However, Husky remained unfazed.
In other words, he didn’t care much about his introduction to the plot.
Husky showed a strange smile, trotted over, and pulled Ingrid in front of him behind him.
“Yo, you’re still studying hard.”
He put his arms around Frederick’s shoulders, “Youth is really promising, Brother Freder, did you fall asleep while reading a book?”
Husky approached with a saying from their world in the wrong manner, so that Thirteenth Fragrance could say along the way that he was illiterate.
Frederick just woke up, looked around in confusion, and didn’t respond to Husky.
When he saw Husky, his pupils shrank suddenly. He tilted his upper body back a little in fear. Obviously, he was a little sleepy.
In the next moment, Frederick suddenly realized.
Frowning, Frederick reached out his right hand and tapped his forehead lightly. Seemingly confirming something, he breathed a sigh of relief. He showed a somewhat alienated and fearful smile to Justice, “Sorry, Justice. I didn’t hear it just now… What did you say?”
“Huh?“
Husky didn’t respond to him.
He stood there and was in doubt, tilted his head, and suddenly fell into thinking.
No, this person doesn’t seem to be Thirteenth Fragrance.
Just then, Ingrid finally leaned over.
She stood at Frederick’s table somewhat stiffly, smiling, “You’re awake, Freder.”
“You just fell asleep after reading this book… I have called the professor. He will be here soon.”
“Well, don’t panic. I was just dreaming.”
Frederick nodded, lowered his eyes, and said softly.
His voice was soft, but it could clearly reach the ears of the other two.
It was like whispering as if afraid of waking someone up or whispering to a companion in a quiet library.
That kind of quiet and gentle temperament would indeed make a good first impression.
So, Husky immediately approached him familiarly and shouted, “Freder—”
He didn’t know what name “Justice” should call him.
So, he simply imitated Ingrid and greeted him in the same way.
“What’s the matter, Justice?”
Frederick’s gaze was as gentle as water.
Compared with Ingrid’s eyes, which were always shining with light and were unique to the underground people, Frederick’s calm pupils gave off a mystical divinity.
His movements were gentle, serious, and solemn, as if he wasn’t talking and working with someone, but rather constantly performing a ritual to worship the deities. His actions seemed to follow some kind of strict rules.
Even Ingrid’s voice was much quieter in front of Frederick.
Husky was unscrupulous.
He immediately turned around and bent down slightly, showing off a bright smile at a 45-degree angle. He exclaimed loudly, “Let’s go eat barbecue tonight!”
“Sure.” Frederick only responded gently, “Ingrid treated you last time. Let me treat you this time.”
“Then, let’s go to the store in Speckled Bone Forest!”
Husky’s voice got louder, even startling Ingrid.
She patted Husky’s arm vigorously and was just about to scold him and tell him to be quiet. When she saw Husky’s shining eyes with no evil intentions, she couldn’t help but slam on the brakes and stop there.
She whispered, “The professor is nearby. Be careful not to alert him.”
“Justice, you seem to be in high spirits.”
At this moment, a hearty old man’s voice came.
Husky looked over.
It was a gray-haired old man wearing a purple robe like an ancient Romanian.
His long messy hair casually draped over his shoulders, and his gray pupils were calm. There was an amiable smile on his face and a faint smell of alcohol on his body.
“Professor.” Frederick and Ingrid responded in unison.
Ingrid quietly tugged on Husky’s cuff, and then Husky reacted.
“Oh! Good morning, Professor!”
Husky raised his hand full of vigor and saluted the professor indiscriminately, “You smell so good!”
“It’s the smell of alcohol, Justice.” Ingrid whispered in Husky’s ear.
The professor nodded with a smile and glanced at Husky with a smile.
“You’re quite a talent.”
He showed a kind smile to Husky, “You may be very suitable for [the Skull of Honesty]. Are you interested in being my student?”
Hearing this, Ingrid exclaimed, “What?”
Even Frederick’s eyes on Husky had a hint of surprise.
Does my friend have the affinity to be a saint?
“Don’t worry. I’m just kidding.”
Gray Professor chuckled, breaking the silence, “[The Man of Silence] is still alive.”
“He is most likely able to live until the end of the world.”
He said, turning his head to look at Husky.
The old man said meaningfully, “I am not here to dissuade you. If you have any new ideas in the future, you can come here to find me at any time.”
“I can accept you as a disciple at any time.”
That was the old man’s words.
Husky had the impression that Gray Professor was not talking to “Justice”.
It was more like talking to “himself”.
A wise light suddenly flashed in Husky’s eyes.
At least for that one sentence, he did not lie.
He was not stupid, and he was just too lazy to use his brain.
In the absence of Thirteenth Fragrance, Husky would move on his own.
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