Yarra's Adventure Notes-Chapter 1372 - 158 Pannis is Angry

"What’s wrong with you now?" Shiela sighed in resignation and asked, "Also, stop staring blankly at our guest like that. Don’t you know that’s very rude?"

"Exactly, Mil." The elf woman rubbed her gaunt forehead with a pained expression and said irritably, "I just finished explaining that we need to treat our guests with more respect, and then you go and do something like this. Is this how goblins treat their guests?"

"No, no." Amidst the scolding from the two female undead, Mil’s voice was extremely agitated. He rubbed his face vigorously with one hand while still pointing at Ava, and said urgently, "You don’t understand, this girl, she, she, she..."

"What about her?" urged the elf woman, "You say we don’t know, so clarify it and let us know."

"Uh, I forgot." Mil scratched his head and mumbled, "I can’t remember at all."

"Hey, are you joking with us?" It wasn’t just the elf woman, but nearly all the undead leaders glared at Mil with a very threatening look, as if they were ready to beat him up if there were no guests around. The elf woman gritted her teeth and asked fiercely, "You can’t remember, yet you make such a fuss. You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?"

"No, I’ve definitely seen this girl somewhere before." Mil spoke with certainty, "And my consciousness tells me that she’s an extremely important person. I’m absolutely sure about that part. I just can’t remember why she’s so important, but I’m certain I’m not mistaken about her significance."

"Do you remember which era you lived in before you died?" The elf woman stared at Mil as if looking at an idiot. "You lived during the Second Epoch, Mr. Mil, which was thousands of years before our time, and even longer before theirs. And you’re telling me you’ve definitely seen her? Okay, let’s put aside the issues of life span and time period for now, but people didn’t even exist during your era. How could you have seen a creature that couldn’t possibly exist? Don’t tell me you’re just like you said, that your keen gaze has traversed endless time and seen her beforehand."

"That was a metaphor. Do you know what a metaphor is?" Goblin Mil smacked the stone table forcefully, retorting dissatisfiedly, "Stupid Sophia, have the thousands of years of slumber stripped away not only your soul but your intelligence as well?"

"Idiot, then explain it to me." The elf woman Sophia wasn’t upset by the goblin’s retort but sneered sarcastically, "If you haven’t lost your intelligence, then tell me how you managed to see a human from the Fourth Epoch ahead of time?"

"Wait, Sophia," Shiela suddenly raised her hand, interrupting the Elf woman’s pursuit of Mil and, with a thoughtful look at Ava, said, "Hearing Mil say that, I too feel as if I have seen this girl somewhere before. I had this vague feeling earlier, but there are many who look like her in my imagination, so I thought it was just my own misconception and didn’t pay it much mind, but now that Mil feels it too, Lady Catherine..."

"Rattle rattle." Saen, towering, suddenly slammed his goblet onto the table with a bang, cutting off Shiela’s question while making a series of clacking sounds with his jaw.

"What? Too many questions? Ones that shouldn’t be asked?" Shiela blinked, looking at the three bouncing Soul Fires within Saen’s skull, and nodded in partial understanding.

It was evident that Saen held a very high prestige among all the leaders, and when he spoke up, all the leaders, including the erratic goblin Mil and the sharp-tongued and quick-tempered Elf woman Sophia, fell into a cooperative silence, not mentioning anything further about Ava. However, their silence did not mean the beings could afford to ignore it; in fact, ever since Mil had fixed his gaze on Ava, Catherine had already clenched her fists under the table. Though Ava’s identity as a Triclops was no longer a secret among the upper echelons of the beings, it was always disconcerting to have it mentioned directly. But after exchanging a look with Pannis and understanding the message he wanted to convey through his gaze, the young woman calmed down, gave Pannis an imperceptible nod, and casually took Ava’s slightly moist hand.

"Cough cough, seeing all of you arguing so jovially, I almost feel bad for interrupting, but it seems my Ava is indeed receiving a lot of attention," Pannis leaned ungracefully against the stone table, squinting and grinning as he broke the silence, "Saen, is it? Let me think, let me think."

If Saen were still alive, with muscles and skin on his face, he would have certainly frowned to express his confusion and doubt, but sadly, he was merely a skeleton, so he could only express his slight dissatisfaction through the bouncing Soul Fires.

"What is this place? It used to be the core of the Yarran World, the place with the most abundant energy. The Great Earth Shattering War of the Third Epoch took place here. During the Second Epoch, this place was used by the goblins to build their capital city. As for the First Epoch, at least half of the Godslaying War took place here, with several cities destroyed due to the war, with countless deities and even more Triclops losing their lives here. Among the Triclops leaders present, I guess most of you are among them," Pannis’s words softened Catherine’s heart amidst helplessness, the knightly girl knowing that although he seemed not a bit serious now, he was actually upset deep down because Ava was being discussed unduly, so his tone also gradually became sharper. However, Pannis ignored Catherine’s wry smile and, although he spoke about several among those present, his eyes were fixed on Saen as he leisurely said, "Among them, the most sensational battle must have been the one led by Loki, the highest leader of the insurgent camp, where seventeen of the mightiest Triclops joined forces to besiege the God Rank deity Danacus, who governed death, sleep, despair, and fear, and after nine days and nights, they finally managed to bring down Danacus, making him the first and possibly the only top-tier god to fall in the Godslaying War. What a thrilling battle it was, but sadly, it was a victory bought with the lives of eleven of the mightiest, isn’t that right, Mr. Saen?"

"Rattle rattle." No translation needed—seeing Saen nod, one could guess his answer.

"So, let me guess," Pannis’s smile brightened, "Triclops undead, unique bone quality, and primarily, much stronger than the other undead leaders, Mr. Saen, which one of the eleven mightiest were you? Loki? No, that’s not right. Loki didn’t die in that war but in the final battle due to betrayal, and that final battle didn’t take place here."