Please Stop Summoning Me!

“What?”

Yare’s face paled, and he was obviously poked into his greatest fear in the depths of his heart.

“Why?”

Apart from ‘why’ nothing came to his mind.

This was the first time he had seen the Divine Messenger of the Quiet Singer, and he didn’t know why the other party had come from outside the world, and why would the other party say he couldn’t get eternal peace of mind?

Shen Yi was right about his psychology. Just like the priest of Quiet Words, whom he was summoned by the last time, the biggest fear of this group of lunatics was not getting eternal peace of mind.

The first piece of information he read from ‘The Silent Language’ in the library, and the man in front of him was the original author of that wonderful book.

Shen Yi recalled the various things he had experienced in the past few days and was actually a little surprised.

Because he had met Yare once, when he went to report to the Anti-Magic Bureau that day, the “Yaen” he met at the bus station was actually Yare.

It was also the connection, the bond between people.

Now all he had to do was to find a way to let him personally step into the greatest despair.

At present, Shen Yi’s integrated intellect could be used in this conversation.

Even though it was only the first official meeting, he knew exactly what the other person was thinking.

Whether it’s Yare’s greed, fear, or coveted goals, they have been completely exposed in a few days.

Shen Yi gently raised his left hand, calmly spreading it forward calmly, like a small action when introducing something.

Unleash the power of stillness.

Yare was stunned for a moment and suddenly saw the man standing at the bottom of the stairs, unknowingly had come to the top of the steps, still looking down at him expressionlessly.

Yare was very shocked, and the opponent’s strength made him unbelievable.

‘Did he just teleport… Suddenly he came to the top… I didn’t even feel the activation of the invisible art, it should be teleportation, time pause…’

While he was in shock, he felt a powerful breath of an extra-worldly god erupting from him.

Yare knelt down, still uncomprehendingly asked, “Why can’t I get it, I’ve done so much, isn’t the Great One satisfied?”

Shen Yi did not answer immediately but remained silent for a while.

“Not enough, still not sufficient…… But you are close.”

“You have to make a choice.”

Yare frowned and asked, “A choice?”

Shen Yi nodded lightly and said, “Yes, you have to dedicate your soul to the possession of the great Quiet Singer.”

Sacrifice your soul!

Yare’s eyes widened, he once had this idea, but just thought about it, because it defies the prevailing wisdom and teachings of the Quiet Word.

What’s wrong with offering your soul …… He wrote about the idea in The Quiet Language, and Yare speculated that the person whose soul belongs to a Quiet Singer might be assured of eternal peace.

However, that was only an unofficial theory.

But now there was a deceptive existence, pointing him to the “correct” path.

While he was a little confused.

“The line of quiet words is wrong.” Shen Yi continued expressionlessly. “Trying to obtain eternal peace of mind through other methods is doomed to failure, as you have already witnessed once.”

Hearing this he closed his eyes. Yes, the other party was completely right.

Just a few dozen hours ago, he was actually in the old industrial area, and from a distance, he saw the Extraterrestrial god that he had believed in for a hundred years, and he also witnessed the tragic failure of other Quiet believers.

He muttered to himself: “The Silent Language has so far taken the wrong route of sacrificing others.”

Every sentence Shen Yi said had a basis, and even Yare agreed with it. Coupled with the identity of “God Envoy”, it was easy to let a fatal hint take root.

“Sacrifice, myself ……”

Under the influence of the Quiet breath, Yare’s thinking was a bit trance and sluggish. He originally had a firm will, but he would still waver when he was not defensive.

“I’m here to reward you, because…you’ve done well enough, only the path has drifted.”

Shen Yi calmly completed the logic of his appearance here.

From the beginning, he never thought of fighting fiercely with the other side, but wanted a more desperate way to end Yare.

Shen Yi once again stretched out his hand to still the other side, descended the stairs, and left the warehouse.

“Those who are not pious enough cannot get eternal peace of mind.”

The renewed sense of quiet breath left Yare in a persistent trance, and it took him a while to sober up.

Yare immediately realized something, the ship that was going to pick himself up and leave the Beland would be coming soon.

As soon as he boarded the ship from here, it would be very difficult for the investigators to track him.

Yare got up and turned his head to look outside the warehouse. The “God Envoy” just now disappeared.

However, the words of “God Envoy” reverberated in his heart and could not be forgotten.

This was a reward from Him.