Fang Wuwei, now unchained, ate his food in large mouthfuls, not caring about anything else after a day of hunger.
Secondly, Fang Wuwei could tell at a glance that this Sheepman was a traitor, so he wasn't afraid of being poisoned; it was just that he didn't know how to deal with his conditions.
Watching Fang Wuwei wolf down his food, Marle G. Baz's face showed a genuine smile from the bottom of his heart; this human ate with such relish, so the next steps would probably be much easier.
After Fang Wuwei finished eating, Marle hadn't even opened his mouth when Fang Wuwei spoke first.
"Marle G. Baz, a good name." He started by praising the Sheepman's name, as it truly suited him, was easy to remember, and felt quite Kind.
Marle, standing nearby, was overjoyed to hear that his name had been remembered; he knew that Fang Wuwei already understood who he was and what his purpose was.
"Is that so, Mr. Human? No one has ever praised my name before. I am deeply grateful." The Sheepman slightly bent his knee and bowed his head to Fang Wuwei.
He was expressing submission.
Even when facing a human who had become a prisoner, and even though he was in his own tribe's territory, Marle still believed himself to be inferior to him.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
"Sir, you jest. I merely came to see the legendary…"
"No need to beat around the bush with me." Fang Wuwei rested his chin on his hand. No matter what Marle wanted to do or for what purpose, he couldn't feel any good impression of Marle at the present.
"...I hope, sir, if you can emerge victorious in your examination, I hope you can introduce our existence to the great beings above you. We, the Sheep Clan, are willing to submit."
"We, the Sheep Clan"—Fang Wuwei's eyes turned cold. This person was either preparing to lead his tribe in rebellion, or...
He was preparing to offer everyone in the remaining tribes as tribute in exchange for the survival of his own Sheep Clan.
The latter was probably his true intention.
In fact, that was indeed the case. Marle had long been displeased with the Lion King and other races above him. Exchanging their lowly lives for the right of the Sheep Clan to survive was naturally beneficial without any harm.
However, Marle naturally couldn't place all his hopes on Fang Wuwei. Don't forget that he was carried in, frozen solid.
This visit was merely an investment.
"I will give you a certain... No, our clan will fully assist you in achieving victory!" Although this was just an investment for Marle, he had to speak grandly, especially since this was the first time he had met a human who could offer help and be exploited.
Afterward, Marle stood up, took the greasy food tray and bowl, and bowed slightly in greeting: "In two days, our clan will find every way to send you out. Please be prepared."
Marle walked out of the cell, motioned to the distant guards that there was no need to chain him anymore, and finally looked back at the calmly seated Fang Wuwei before leaving.
Just as the two guards came over and locked the cell, vigilantly guarding the temporarily free Fang Wuwei, he, certain that Marle had gone far away, spoke towards a dark corner outside the cell.
"You just watched?"
"What are you saying! Shut up!" The guard outside the door immediately reacted, thrusting his long spear directly at Fang Wuwei's chest. Unexpectedly, Fang Wuwei caught it with one hand and twisted it outward with a single forceful motion. The sturdy bone spear instantly shattered, falling apart. The attacking guard didn't react in time to let go and was thrown to the ground by the immense force accompanying the spear, rolling several times. Fang Wuwei frowned, thinking, "Why are they so weak?"
The other guard, seeing this situation, was so scared that his hands trembled like a sieve, and then he was grabbed by another large hand, unable to move.
The guard was startled and subconsciously looked up, becoming even more terrified—the one holding his spear was the Lion King, who had emerged from the darkness.
"Chie... Chief Sir..."
"Negligence of duty, accepting bribes, and being weak... As guards, you are unqualified. You are fired!" The Lion King's majestic voice came from him, completely destroying the two guards' psychological defenses. "Someone!"
"No! Please no, Chief Sir!"
"Give me another chance! Give me another chance!"
The two guards were dragged away by other guards and pulled out of the dungeon.
After dealing with these matters, the Lion King turned back and carefully observed Fang Wuwei, who was expressionless, even with a slight smile.
Calm, composed, meticulous, young and promising... and also very powerful.
Is this the Savior?
But in reality, Fang Wuwei was panicking at the present. He had only sensed a faint magical energy in the corner and had originally intended to bluff to see who it was, only to bluff out a boss.
However, seeing that the Lion King did not act rashly or make a move, Fang Wuwei was able to maintain his expression; otherwise, he would have been considering whether to use an A1 Flashbang and run away by now.
Unexpectedly, the Lion King did not get angry at Fang Wuwei. Instead, like Marle, he sat down calmly, showing great respect to Fang Wuwei.
Fang Wuwei was repeatedly surprised. His grandma's emperor was leading the surrender?
But the reality was not so. The first sentence the Lion King spoke completely bewildered Fang Wuwei.
"Sir... Mr. Savior, we need your help."
......
The next morning, Fang Wuwei woke up in a guest room in the great hall; this was arranged for him by the Lion King last night.
At the present, he was no longer a prisoner but an honored guest, even provided with a maid to attend to him, though Fang Wuwei declined.
This morning, he still had to meet with the Lion King and his ministers for a meeting, which was said to be to properly introduce his identity to the ministers, as well as some more important information.
Fang Wuwei was naturally happy to do this. Guided by the adorable Catgirl maid outside, he set off for the meeting room, greeted by curious and fearful glances from the people.
Listening to the lively discussions inside, Fang Wuwei pushed open the door. The previously noisy meeting room instantly fell silent, and a group of beastmen stared at Fang Wuwei in unison.
What does it feel like to be stared at by dozens of beast eyes? Fang Wuwei experienced it.
However, he briefly observed and did not find Marle, the Sheep Clan chief, who was probably already dealt with by the Lion King.
"Alright, silence." Even though the meeting room was already silent, the Lion King still spoke, asserting his authority while also warning everyone not to be rude.
"Sir, please take your seat first." The Lion King pointed to an empty spot at the table, and Fang Wuwei cooperatively sat down. At the present, he and they were on the same side, so there was no need to be disrespectful.
However... this position was a bit delicate.
Fang Wuwei looked at the tall and robust Minotaur chief on his left, then at the Bearman chief on his right, who was no less imposing than the Minotaur, and the Werewolf directly opposite him, glaring intently. He couldn't help but break into a sweat.
"The Sheep Clan chief is old and unwell today, so he cannot attend the meeting.
Firstly, regarding Mr.'s identity, the High Priest has already stated that this is the Savior—the only true existing Savior at the present. He will help us escape this sea of suffering and bring true freedom. We need to assist him and provide him with help."
The ministers below began to murmur, but this time the Lion King quickly interrupted them, roaring for silence.
Regarding his inexplicable status as the Savior, Fang Wuwei had asked the system when he had a moment, but the system's reply was only a few short words: "No comment."
Well, playing the 'insufficient permissions' card on me.
Fang Wuwei was helpless and could only secretly feel annoyed.
"Our tribe, at first, did not exist." The Lion King in the main seat spoke again. This time, he was introducing the tribe's history to Fang Wuwei, "We were originally tribes composed of various races, but thousands of years ago, those demons came. At that time, we were almost annihilated. Even if our various races decided to unite and fight together, we still could not stop the demons' invasion, retreating again and again... Until finally, the first High Priest, relying on the last World Tree, built an indestructible barrier. We could only huddle here, sacrificing freedom for survival."
Speaking of this, the Lion King couldn't help but sigh, and the ministers below also looked uneasy. For a moment, the meeting room was eerily silent.
After a while, it was the Lion King who first broke the silence, "But in recent centuries, the barrier has begun to weaken, and irregular demon invasions completely shatter the barrier for a period of time each time... Every time, many of our clansmen die... And at the present, the High Priest has moved to a certain barrier to protect the World Tree, and even if you are the Savior, we cannot tell you."
"I understand." Fang Wuwei spoke, interrupting the Lion King from continuing, and at the same time, he had a question, so he asked directly, "Did you just say the demon invasions are irregular?" This point, Fang Wuwei had learned from the Host at the very beginning—the Reincarnators' examination was an annual event.
"Yes." The Lion King looked at Fang Wuwei with a puzzled expression but still chose to answer. "This demon invasion has just begun, while the last one was 65 years ago, the one before that was 123 years ago, and the one before that was 211 years ago. There is no pattern to speak of, and each time they choose a different season to attack."
Fang Wuwei was incredibly surprised. Was there really no pattern? Then the annual one was...
Fang Wuwei had an answer in his heart. Either the Main God could control the flow of time in the world, or...
There was more than one such [examination hall].