After saying that, the god of death raised his arm and waved it. The Greek cakes in the vessel ran out like legs. The moment they stepped out, they instantly lost their original brilliance and sweetness, and even wrinkles cracked on the gray surface.

Just like the undead in the food, they still jumped into the palm of the god of death Haierbo, and some of the cake crumbs also shook off because of this jump.

Death took a bite and chewed it carefully, and the silver bowl with complex carvings of ancient Greek style was squeezed into the table. When it came out again, the bowl contained those small pocket cakes that made Alan look very familiar to him.

The snacks began to hop around the barrier of the silver bowl, and swung happily and started a tap dance - a scene that Allen was too familiar to be more familiar, which was obviously the personal habit of his professor, Professor Flivius Flevy, who was used by his college to visit his office students.

This made Allen's heart sank. He represented that Professor Flivi's soul was not only in the hands of the god of death, but also he took it out and used it before the war started. Thinking of the proposal the other party just said, Allen secretly speculated in his heart that he probably wanted to take the god of death as a bargaining chip.

"Mr. Haierbo, I don't understand, what do you mean?" Allen's hand holding the staff protruded out, and his tone, which was plain and uneven, sounded very cold. At this time, his chest was filled with anger, and he half-closed his eyes and began to make up his mind to save Flivi's soul without affecting the major events.

"Mr. Harris, you and I should know now that he is not that important to you... But the owner of these cake recipes is part of the proposal I just mentioned." The god of death, Haierbo, whose ram-like cheeks shrank downwards, stared at Allen, his hoarse voice was silent, "So let me tell you something serious, I know what you and Ms. Ravenclaw are planning. She wants to use you to lure me out of this underworld land that can keep mobilizing my power... You think that in the outside world there is no suppression of the underworld on you and her, and you want to solve your disadvantages and work together to deal with me..."

Although Death God Haierbo's understanding of their plan was actually in his and Luna's expectations, they knew that it could not be hidden from each other. But they were so naked and straightforward that they were still a little annoyed. They knew that this challenge was even more difficult than they thought.

"Although I am confident that even if I leave here, I may not lose if I go outside to fight Ms. Ravenclaw... Mr. Harris is confused about this?" Seeing Alan's appearance, the God of Death asked with confusion, "Let's think about each other from another perspective. If you are in a not-so-risk situation, will you go out and take risks because of this winning rate of 37?" Haierbo's crutch pointed at Allen's direction, "Even if you are the one with a winning rate of 70%..."

Allen raised his eyebrows and asked in a relaxed manner: "But, Mr. Haierbo, am I going to your house now?"

"I have to admit that in my understanding, you are not worthy of concern for Ms. Ravenclaw and Mr. Harris, who are mortals... But to my surprise, Ms. Ravenclaw, who was originally a pseudo-god, cooperated with Mr. Harris's methods... The growth rate made me realize that when I reacted, I could no longer predict you..." Helbo's head of death, then gently tilted to the right, his yellow eyes frozen on Allen, as if he was looking at some strange collection. "Preaching is not an easy thing. The more time goes by, the mortals become smarter, and the wizards lack faith... You can make Ms. Ravenclaw become a true god for a short time, and it is indeed a mortal who deserves my respect."

"I have always liked to initiate and promote change and do my best to pursue progress in the magic world." Faced with a bit of pride in the death God Haierbo, Allen still responded politely, "But I also like tradition. The era of wizards and gods in the era of the Magic Empire also made me want to go, but Mr. Haierbo, have you tried to recruit believers before?"

"When I was a new god, I later discovered that the special nature of my priesthood and my dependence on believers may not be that strong..." Haierbo's hands were folded on the crutches, "But later I later discovered that the special nature of my priesthood and my dependence on believers may not be that strong..."

"No matter how you come from the divine power, you will be good divine power..." Allen fought against him without any retreat. "In fact, I have to thank you for your actions, which speeded up this process..."

"I have to remind you that Ms. Ravenclaw has just become a true god and has been promoted so quickly, compared to many powers that have not been mastered... If you start a war with me, it will not be over in a short time. Those mortals who have begun to believe in her for survival. If you have a ridiculous line of defense are harassed by me a little more... Those shallow believers may abandon her at any time... This kind of faith is icing on the cake, but want to rely on it..."

"So it depends on my performance in the end, right?" Allen looked directly at the other person, and then smiled slightly, "Mr. Haierbo, do you know if you have seen the mental state shown by those living people just now?"

"So it's worth me and give you a chance to talk now...Mr. Harris." Haierbo's yellow eyes were as calm as a deep pool, but his voice was slow and dangerous. "Whether you believe it or not, I'm worried because the battle between gods... As long as it happens, it will inevitably be dangerous, and it will inevitably bring disaster to the living world of mortals."

"Death comes when it should, so in advance, it doesn't match your job? Are you somewhat restrained by your priesthood?" Allen's attitude towards death was not happy and he was a little worried, but in action he still let his body lean back slightly, "So Mr. Haierbo, let's just say it, what is your proposal?"

Alan raised his chin and understood what the god of death Haierbo meant. The reason why he, who was contemptuous of mortals, patiently analyzed these to himself was nothing more than to show that although he had the advantage, he was unwilling to risk his death even if the chance was small.
Chapter completed!