Chapter 43 Little Gray Fur, Die Amidst the Gentle Fragrance of Flowers.
The woman in golden robes slowly walked towards the three of them.
Her bluish-yellow pupils calmly gazed at Little Gray and Danheng, and she spoke softly:
"Welcome to Onfaros, two new allies of Ohmma."
"This welcoming banquet wasn't exactly elegant, but it helped us dispel our doubts."
"From this moment forward, you are honored guests of the Holy City, and distinguished guests of the Golden Blood."
Little Gray and Danheng exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with astonishment.
Judging from her tone of voice and Bai E's respectful attitude towards her.
Whether it's Little Grey and White Calamity, or the countless viewers watching the sky, they probably all have the answer in their hearts.
This woman is stunningly beautiful, with an elegant figure and flawless features.
This must be the person Bai E mentioned along the way, or someone he'd heard about from others—A demigod of the Romantic Titans, leader of the Golden Clan, guardian of the Holy City, and Aglaia, known as the most beautiful woman in Ohma!
Aglaia's appearance amazed everyone.
Whether it was Little Grey Hair and Dan Heng, or all the living beings on the Douluo Continent, they were all deeply captivated by her beauty and temperament.
She truly deserves to be hailed as the most beautiful woman in Ohma and a romantic demigod.
Every move she made, every smile, and her exquisite and gorgeous attire made her undoubtedly the most beautiful woman everyone had ever seen in their lives.
At this moment, countless people were captivated, their hearts skipping a beat.
Everyone just stared blankly at the elegant and romantic Lady Aglaia in the sky.
Of course, not everyone only cares about appearance.
Many people, however, are still focused on the development of the plot.
Inside the Spirit Hall, an elder gazed at the sky, his face filled with astonishment, and said in a heavy tone:
"The enormous creature they killed was just one of Nicardori's many clones?"
"Even with just this clone, I can sense that his strength is comparable to that of those 100,000-year-old soul beasts!"
"Just how powerful must Nicardi's true form be?"
Beside him, another elder curled his lip in disdain and retorted:
"Old man, you're getting more and more senile!"
"I think he's just tall and strong, yet he was cleaved into pieces by that white-haired kid's longsword!"
"His defense is pitifully weak!"
"In my opinion, the true Titans of strife are nothing special!"
No wonder the elders said that.
On the Douluo Continent, the weapons they knew were merely tools used by ordinary people.
They are utterly helpless against the soul skills of a soul master.
The fact that Nicardoli was defeated and killed by a single weapon only proves that this so-called Titan of Discontent is utterly incompetent.
"You call me senile? I think you're just a frog in a well!"
The elder who had spoken earlier immediately became agitated and retorted, his neck stiff with embarrassment:
"That's a world beyond the heavens; they don't have a martial soul system like ours at all!"
"Just because our weapons aren't good enough doesn't mean their weapons aren't good enough!"
"Have you forgotten the Tang family army that used strange hidden weapons during the battle with the Spirit Hall before Tang San's death, as revealed by the Heavenly Curtain?"
"With the strength of ordinary people, they single-handedly crippled our Soul Master Legion with those hidden weapons!!"
The elders of the Spirit Hall instantly split into two factions, arguing endlessly.
One faction vehemently denigrated Nicardi's strength, attempting to prove that the little gray-haired boy's abilities were insignificant.
They also wanted to take the opportunity to persuade Qian Daoliu to send someone to capture Little Gray Hair and bring him back to the Spirit Hall for their own use.
The other faction, however, felt a deep fear of the power of the outer world and was unwilling to provoke an existence like Little Gray Hair.
Both sides stuck to their own versions of events and argued fiercely.
In short, they did not witness Tang Hao being easily killed by Little Gray Hair with a single blow, nor did they see his invaluable soul bone being smashed to pieces.
Otherwise, countless people here would willingly shut their mouths and never dare to speak ill of Little Gray Hair's strength again.
The war in Ohmma ended, and Little Grey and Danheng became heroes who saved the city.
So they settled down temporarily in this city.
While helping the city's residents solve various problems, they waited for the opportunity to make contact with the train crew.
At the same time, they promised Aglaia that they would never reveal anything about the outer world.
But things didn't go as planned. One day, Little Gray Hair and Danheng went out to play.
When they asked locals to take their pictures.
The photos in the album, about other worlds, including the photos from March 7th, were accidentally seen by someone else.
Now, Little Grey and Danheng have inadvertently revealed the secrets of the Outer World to the people of Ohma.
Despite their best efforts to salvage the situation, they were unable to quell the storm.
The leak could not be kept from Aglaia.
The scene suddenly changed.
Little Gray Hair and Dan Heng's hands were tightly bound with gold thread.
Aglaia stood before them.
Behind her stood a girl with purple hair.
The girl was also dressed in an exquisite and beautiful dress, with a somewhat dazed expression on her face. She was none other than Xia Die, who had fought alongside Little Gray Hair before.
Aglaia looked at the two calmly and slowly said, "I will ask you four questions."
"I will test you with four questions. A dishonest answer will cause the golden thread to tremble, while a sincere response will leave no ripples."
"And the number of times the gold thread trembles... is the number of steps the executioner will take."
"If she does not walk behind you after the four questions, then you two have passed the test."
"Otherwise, your journey will have to end here."
Standing three steps behind Little Gray Fur, Xia Die still had that blank, gentle expression on her face.
She spoke softly, as gently as a feather:
"I simply fell asleep to the gentle fragrance of flowers, without a trace of pain..."
"I promise."
Under the sky, everyone in Douluo Continent felt their hearts tighten at the sight.
If Little Grey's answer doesn't satisfy Aglaia this time, he'll be sentenced to death!
Some people seemed to have realized something as well, perhaps...
Like Firefly, this little gray-haired creature died more than once in Onphalos.
In that case, everyone thought that Tang San was about to suffer another complete defeat!
...
"Did you have two chances to lie?"
After hearing Aglaia's words, Little Grey secretly glanced at Danheng beside him and muttered to himself.
There was an obvious hint of relief in his tone.
Aglaia's gaze remained unchanged: "If you treat life as a game, then so be it."
Dan Heng took a deep breath and reassured her in a calm tone:
"No matter what she says, Xing, as long as we have a clear conscience, that's enough."
Little Gray nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
Seeing this, Aglaia said no more and slowly opened her mouth:
"Then let's begin... the first question."
"Strangers—why have you come to Onphalus?"
The little gray-haired boy's lips curled up instantly, his eyes filled with a hint of provocation, and his tone was extremely arrogant:
"To turn this place upside down!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the golden silk thread tied to her wrist began to tremble violently.
Aglaia remained expressionless, her voice still calm:
"A joke cannot hide your true feelings."
"Opportunities are fleeting, and you've already wasted one."
"The second question."
"Strangers—why have you extended a helping hand to Ohma?"
Little Gray's face immediately fell, revealing a look of disappointment.
She closed her eyes, shook her head, and spoke with a hint of defiance:
"I regret it. I shouldn't have made that move at all!"
The golden thread on her wrist trembled wildly once again.
Aglaia shook her head gently, her tone indifferent: "Anger consumed you. Remember that."
"The third question."
"Stranger—if the situation were to change drastically, would you be willing to turn your knife against Ohm and its citizens?"
The little gray-haired boy's lips were still slightly upturned as he said dismissively:
"I use a baseball bat, not a knife."
The golden threads trembled violently, as expected, proving the existence of the lie.
Aglaia was speechless for a moment, her tone tinged with helplessness:
"Do you think you can get yourself killed by being glib?"
"I can be satisfied, let's record that as a step."
"One last question."
"Stranger—a surging, unknown power resides within you… Are you willing to use it to assist the Golden Blood in slaying a god?"
Little Gray Fur's eyes widened suddenly, his face filled with confusion and disbelief:
"You were able to notice that?"
The golden thread trembled slightly, a small movement, but it still did not escape Aglaia's perception.
"Answer questions with questions, strong doubt, resistance. Record this as a step."
Aglaia's voice finally took on a cold, judgmental tone:
"The four questions have been completed."
"The gold thread revealed your wavering. It's a pity that neither of you passed the test."
"You two may be a ray of hope descending upon Onpharos, but you may also be... a threat to Onpharos."
"I have no choice but to close the door of fate for you."
Dan Heng clenched his fists tightly, gritting his teeth and growling:
"It's incomprehensible that we're being decided by a vigilante justice..."
Seeing this, Little Gray Fur immediately put on a panicked expression and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Someone, please save us—"
Dan Heng shook his head in disappointment, his voice filled with helplessness:
"Here... there's probably no one who can hear our cries for help."
Aglaia's eyes remained unwavering, her tone resolute:
"For the sake of the Holy City, I am willing to pick up all the despised qualities in the world and use all my cold but effective methods."
As she spoke, she turned to look at Xia Die, who was standing behind Little Gray Fur and Dan Heng, and whispered the instructions:
"Xia Die, offer a kind farewell to our guests."
Xia Die slowly walked up to Little Gray Fur.
Her voice remained gentle, carrying a reassuring and comforting quality:
"Do not be nervous..."
Little Gray Fur suddenly closed his eyes, his body trembling slightly, and cried out in a tearful voice:
"Don't come any closer..."
Xia Die's voice was light and airy: "Please... relax."
As soon as she finished speaking, Xia Die gently placed her slender white index finger on the little gray hair's pulse.
A cool sensation penetrated Little Gray's skin and then slowly seeped into her meridians.
Xia Die then touched a second finger... and then a third.
Until her half-palm gently grasped Little Gray's left wrist.
A faint fragrance of an unnamed flower quietly entered Little Gray's nostrils.
The fragrance was sickeningly sweet, with a lingering aftertaste that made her gradually forget the meaning of breathing.
Little Gray quietly closed his eyes, his vision gradually blurring.
The cold reality was replaced by a dreamy purple ocean—the fragrance of flowers from Xiaodie's mouth.
Then, Little Gray finally understood...
She is welcoming her own sweet death.
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