"Hmm? Forgot again?", Okein voice was not Surprised at all, "But you should have adapted to this environment... Think about it carefully, the memory is in your mind."
Okein words were like a key that opened the dormant memory in Su'er mind, and he suddenly remembered-in that piece of white flame, he and Think were reshaped in a clean world, and even the environment he was in was shaped by the god of forging Okein under his guidance.
But why did he forget everything before?
"To be honest, even I spent a lot of effort to pull your body and Su'er to this small world... mainly you", Okein nodded at Su'er, "It's a very strange feeling, it's not difficult, but there is always a sense of crisis in my consciousness, so I just pulled all the bodies here."
"Huh?", Su'er opened his mouth wide.
Did he hear it wrong? Old Deus should be careful of him?
Although his sensibility told Su'er that this was pure nonsense, his rationality told him that what Okein said was right. After being pulled into this small world at the beginning, he felt like he was drunk and was stuffed into a drum washing machine and turned a hundred or eighty times. The whole world was out of place, and everything he saw and heard was scattered and mixed together.
He did say something, talking about all sorts of things, and the things he described in the last second had no connection with the things in the next second.
On the other side, Think had no such abnormality at all. In front of the mighty power of the Gods, the race of the two people made no difference at all.
This abnormality gradually disappeared until just now, and the world that was broken into pieces in Su'er eyes was condensed again where they should be.
"It sounds very false, but it's the truth," Okein calmly drank the spiritual oil in the cup in front of him, and watched it gradually fill up, "Since you have completely gotten rid of that influence now, do you want to continue?"
"Continue...what?" Su'er asked blankly.
"Go on, tell me everything you remember, everything in the outside world?" Okein raised his hand and pointed around - white porcelain vases, patterns decorated just for the sake of beauty, TV, refrigerator, exquisite glassware, and the bedroom door, but Su'er knew that there was still nothing behind this door.
"... the outside world...", repeating in a trance, Su'er hand subconsciously reached behind him again and touched the skin on his back.
It was intact and had no wounds. The steel fragments that were detonated by the battle between Think and Lóni seemed to have not pierced his body. Was it healed? Or was it just an illusion in this world?
"Don't worry about the injury, I have already healed you." Perhaps guessing Su'er question, Okein gently knocked on the table, "In addition, there is the abnormality of your flesh and blood. It is too ideal to rely on such a small amount of blood to have an effect on the inactivated essence."
Su'er turned his head sharply.
"Why are you shocked?" The silver-haired old man smiled, "Your actions are too purposeful, too easy to see... It's just that your existence is too small, let alone affecting the concept of non-existent entities, it's even difficult to affect the elf next to you." "No matter what, it's a part of a divine spirit that manifested in this world. It's not wrong to say that it's his body. The huge amount of spirits can easily erase this strange power." Okein drank another cup of spiritual oil. "If it was placed in the world full of humans before you came here, your power would probably be enough to become the king of the world, right? But unfortunately, it's too weak in this world." A world full of humans. Su'er head began to hurt again. Did he say so much before? Doesn't that mean even Think knows it? Speaking of Think, why is this elf so quiet? This is also abnormal. "Don't worry, I just used a little power to calm this elf down," Okein said considerately when Su'er cast his doubtful eyes over. Think lips were tightly pursed. She looked like she was smiling, but her angry emotions were clearly reflected in her eyes that were filled with six spirits. It was not that she didn't want to make any intense movements, but that she was so tightly restrained on the chair that she couldn't make any extreme movements at all.
So that's how it is!
Su'er suddenly realized. No wonder Think had kicked his calf just now.
Although the doubt was solved, Su'er couldn't help but shudder... He didn't understand the hint at all just now, and judging from Okein appearance at this time, he didn't intend to kill the two people. This Old Deus even kindly put a cup of spiritual oil in front of Think, the enemy of the Dwarf species, so Think would have a day to regain her freedom sooner or later. If he didn't say something good for her, then...
Su'er didn't even dare to think about it!
"Ahaha, then, I think we should let her go?" Su'er stiffly propped up his facial muscles and forced a smile and said, "It always feels a bit weird..."
Why did Okein imprison Think? What did this elf say before he woke up?
She didn't curse the gods, did she? No way, no way?
"Well, I guess she should have calmed down after such a long time." Without denying Su'er words, Okein tapped the table again.
As if the invisible rope tied around her body suddenly disappeared, Think moved suddenly and took a long breath.
"... Thank you for the hospitality... and I will remember everything today." It was a mouthful of words that made her teeth clench. Think said to Okein beside her with a fake smile.
Without taking this suggestive threat to Heart, Okein didn't even regard this elf as a memorable existence. He simply nodded as if he heard it.
As for Su'er... he pretended not to hear it.
"So Mr. Monkey is actually a creature from another world?" Without even taking a second look at Okein, Think turned her attention to Su'er. She closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, and then opened her eyes and asked, "How did you come to this world? Who is your summoner? Why didn't you mention this before?"
Three consecutive questions.
"Huh? You can't just talk about this kind of thing, right?" Su'er didn't know how to answer, and could only scratch his hair in a bit of distress.