My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1705 - 489: Holding a Grand Funeral in the Kingdom of the Sky Tree!_3

Chapter 1705: Chapter 489: Holding a Grand Funeral in the Kingdom of the Sky Tree!_3

Despite being interested in TV dramas during the daytime, Gary Smith emphasized this point excitedly.

Upon hearing this, the Elf Queen held her scepter a bit tighter with a flash of surprise in her eyes, then dismissed Mia and sat alone in the empty palace.

She muttered: "Does he indeed have the blessing of a Great Existence, to have resisted the ritual to overwrite the world?"

The Elf Queen sat on her throne in silence for a long time, shrouded by shadows as the moon moved, contemplating unknown thoughts.

Meanwhile,

Gary Smith returned to the Human Clan’s consulate guesthouse.

Though labeled a guesthouse, it was actually a small elf palace. Several powerful humans handling diplomatic affairs quickly arranged a room for him.

Then...

Under the "watchful eye" of Crimson Moon Dawn, Gary Smith had them prepare an additional room.

Crimson Moon Dawn spoke: "Is it because the smell will be too strong afterward? You really are an experienced man. Looks like I might enjoy..."

Before she could finish, Gary Smith hit her head with a knock.

"Ow." Accompanied by an unflustered voice, Crimson Moon Dawn raised her hands and continued: "I strongly oppose this painful play, but you gag me and I can’t resist, you truly are a ruthless man."

Eventually, unable to bear the strange looks from the people at the consulate, he dragged her back to the room.

Of course, it wasn’t that he rejected Crimson Moon Dawn’s approach, but rather that he didn’t understand well enough, nor did he know what it was about them that could devour essence energy:

Why, had he been previously avoiding the Dream of the Crimson Moon?

The most critical point was,

The Mouse Incarnations had returned.

Inside the room stretching the Dark Sky, a group of yellow-furred hamsters sat cross-legged, bustling as if at a crowded market.

However, upon Gary Smith’s arrival, all the Mousies sat up stiffly, perfectly well-behaved, and began to relay the information they had gathered.

Nonetheless, because it was too chaotic and mostly repetitive information, Gary Smith quickly called them to a halt, then sifted through all the valuable content using the Red Rabbit’s spirit silver web connection.

In Gary Smith’s previous life, there was an interesting theory named "Six Degrees of Separation," which roughly means that there are no more than five people in between you and any stranger, implying that through no more than five people, you could meet any stranger and ultimately know the entire world.

The Mousies also used this approach, radiating influence, thereby unraveling the identities, personalities, and hobbies of half the elves of the Kingdom of the Sky Tree in a day, including some secrets like past misdeeds and what color underwear they use...

If this continued for a few years... oh no, half a year, the entire Kingdom of the Sky Tree would fall under his control, with no secrets hidden.

He would hold the vulnerabilities of countless pureblood elves.

However, some places remained inaccessible, like the Royal Family, the Truth King’s Royal Court, and...

The filming location of that TV drama.

Indeed, the elf film industry funded by The Imperial Family had produced many TV dramas, all of which had traceable sources and filming locations.

Only this sensational TV drama [Book of the Ancient Days], despite a changed storyline, lacked even a single actor resembling those described, not to mention filming locations...

They seemed entirely fictional!

With no origin, how could one investigate?

Gary Smith frowned, sensing the gravity of the matter, but today, other than seeing a series of question marks about the Elf Queen through the Eye of Truth, he noticed nothing amiss in other places.

Could it mean delving into the Truth King’s Royal Court?

How is that different from seeking death?

For the invariably cautious Gary Smith, if it was too dangerous, he would rather forgo the profits from the Ancient Kingdom; after all, with the Eye of Truth, reaching the pinnacle was only a matter of time.

It’s not about cowardice, but necessity.

What’s the point in making things harder for oneself?

While Gary Smith was pondering, the Mousie himself opened his eyes and said: "Cultivator, Demonic Rat number 44 has awoken."

"What!"

Gary Smith was surprised, Demonic Rat number 44 was the same Mouse Incarnation that discovered the Ancient Kingdom descending upon the Kingdom of the Sky Tree, it was originally in hibernation, even the Constant Immortal Light could not repair the wounds on its body, constantly in a comatose state.

Unexpectedly, it has now woken up!

It’s too much of a coincidence, likely something had stimulated it.

When Gary Smith saw Demonic Rat number 44, he saw its dying breath, its body already transparent, the soul completely decayed, even inheriting Mousie’s Indestructible Attribute could not function.

It lifted its head, its turbid eyes gazing at Gary Smith, seemingly wanting to eternally remember his appearance, it said in a weak voice:

"Cultivator..."

"Ancient Kingdom... no longer... reality..."

"It exists... in all... hearts... it is... the connection... of faith..."

Faith!

Gary suddenly realized, suddenly aware that this drama had harvested enormous Power of Faith, otherwise it vanished out of thin air.

Although he knew the method to search, Gary didn’t rush to find it. Instead, he held Demonic Rat number 44 in his arms, gently stroking it.

"Good... good... comfortable." Demonic Rat number 44 showed a joyful expression, its body curling together, murmuring: "Wish... to always... be like this

...Mousie has... Cultivator... very fortunate... please..."

"Don’t forget me!"

As the voice fell, the paw of Demonic Rat number 44 drooped, turned into red mist and dissipated, returning into the depths of the God-Eroding Tree, waiting for the next gestation.

All the Mouse Incarnations bowed their heads, mourning for it.

Even Mousie itself looked forlorn.

They inherited Mousie’s memories, they are Mousie, yet they are not entirely Mousie.

Every death is actually a real death, although the newly born individuals inherit the memories, all Mouse Incarnations understand...

They are not the original one.

But, they are not afraid, nor will they hesitate and retreat.

Because, Mousie loves healers!

Gary Smith remained silent for a long time, afterward, he stood up, the Ranch Puzzle arrived, twisting his figure.

Da!

Da!

Da!

Accompanied by the sound of the Scepter lightly striking the ground, the "Door Disciple" appeared again, head wearing a felt hat, dressed in a white Formal Attire.

Compared to the first time using ordinary clothes, the subsequent Door Disciple clothing was personally made by Little Spider.

Made from the new batch of fur from Black Mountain Goats born in the meadow, woven into a brand-new white Formal Attire, the hat transformed from Rotting King Crown, feet in the Corpse Eating Ghost’s Boots, one hand holding the Staff of the Dust-Stepper, the left hand holding a mask exclusive to the Finger of God.

After use, a personal Skin-peeling Technique will be born.

Each Finger of God’s power differs, but it’s related to the desires of one’s own heart.

"Cultivator, you..." Mousie cautiously said.

Little Spider tightly clutched the Sword in her hand, already prepared to follow.

All the Pet Beasts, Mouse Incarnations all looked towards him.

"Don’t worry, I haven’t lost my calm, just feel..."

Gary Smith slightly smiled, but there was not a trace of cheer in his eyes, looking outside the window at the prosperous and splendid Kingdom of the Sky Tree, he softly said:

"Kingdom of the Sky Tree, is very fitting for a..."

"Grand funeral!"

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