The atmosphere in the cell instantly became tense and quiet after the Great Poet faced the Guardian Antanas.

Hyperion glanced at the Guardian Antanas from time to time, trying to read some information from her expressions and movements.

Silence lingered in the empty, pure white cell for a long time.

"Ridiculous... Do you even know who Talia is?"

The Guardian Antanas sneered, her voice calm but with an undeniable power.

A rare hint of killing intent flickered in her eyes, as if the Great Poet's words were about to cross her bottom line.

If foolish humans wanted to use lies to strike a deal with them, it would be an unforgivable act, and an insult to the great demonkin.

Antanas also noticed that the masked, black-haired, green-eyed person's voice was somewhat special. Just hearing him speak made Antanas feel that her long-weary heart was reigniting with emotions that had long been smoothed out.

"Of course, I've even met her."

The Great Poet nodded with certainty.

Hyperion looked at Lan Qi. How could Lan Qi have met her legendary aunt?!

Although Hyperion knew that Lan Qi could always come up with information inexplicably, such as drawing portraits of the three Blood Ancestors in front of the Princess of the Krete Empire at the Saint Hall Villain Banquet, or casually drawing the appearances of three great demonkin a few days ago at the secret base of the Overlord Branch of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy. It seemed that the Guardian Antanas he drew was remarkably similar to the real one he saw, while the Ice Witch was a terrible mess.

But Hyperion was very certain that her aunt Talia was a missing great demonkin that even the Church of the Goddess of Fate had difficulty finding. Fulfilling the promise to help Antanas find Talia would take a lot of effort even for the Church of the Goddess of Fate, and they might not even be able to guarantee its completion!

Hyperion didn't know what psychological game Lan Qi was playing now, but she didn't dare to let her expression change, fearing that it would ruin Lan Qi's plan. She could only hide all the shock and suspicion in her heart, pretending to be calm as she waited for Lan Qi to communicate with the Guardian Antanas.

"..."

Antanas stared at the Great Poet, with a hint of coldness in her eyes.

She felt that this person in front of her didn't seem to be afraid of death at all. She couldn't see any fear of death in her eyes.

As an eighth-order great demonkin, Antanas could basically judge whether a low-level creature was lying from the magic fluctuations. The magic power on the black-haired, green-eyed girl was weak and simple, not like she was lying to deceive her.

But the words that the other party suddenly blurted out in this situation were too absurd.

In Antanas's view, the black-haired, green-eyed girl seemed to have come up with this response after listening to Hyperion's conversation with her.

"How can you prove it?"

Antanas finally asked, but without much of a questioning tone.

"If I can prove that I know Talia's whereabouts, can you come with me?"

The Great Poet asked.

Antanas's tone of speaking was a bit like Talia's. Lan Qi had long felt familiar with it.

"Of course, then I have no reason to stay here. But if you dare to make fun of me with this, even if you are a human friend of Talia's niece, I will not hesitate to obliterate you."

Antanas's eyes swept over the two intern guards, revealing a deep emotion in her eyes, waiting for the other party to prove it to her.

Since the other party insisted on courting death, she couldn't be blamed.

In fact, no matter what the other party said, she didn't intend to believe it, because there were too many ways to deceive others through language. She didn't think this kind of thing could be proven clearly.

The anger in Antanas's heart had actually reached its peak. Regarding the despicable act of humans using her friend's whereabouts to deceive her, if it weren't for Talia's niece's sake, she would have been prepared to make her pay the price just now.

Now she just wanted to see how far this foolish fellow could go in courting death.

"..."

Hyperion was extremely frightened, and wanted to grab the Great Poet's forearm to remind Lan Qi.

She could feel Antanas's extremely ominous state.

If Lan Qi could successfully deceive Antanas here and induce her to make a deal with him by relying on his unique mind and rhetoric, once it was exposed afterwards, Antanas would be extremely angry and would not hesitate to perish with him at all costs!

The air in the cell suddenly became extremely oppressive, and Hyperion could only hear her own heartbeat.

The Great Poet beside her maintained that calm attitude in the face of Antanas's countdown-like death gaze.

The Great Poet looked at Hyperion and smiled, as if to tell her not to be surprised later.

At this moment of utter silence, the Great Poet took off his mask, shook his head, and stared at Antanas.

"..."

In that instant, Antanas's bright eyes gradually became dull, and no one knew what she was thinking.

It wasn't until after an unknown number of seconds that she opened her mouth slightly, but didn't dare to say a complete sentence.

From the moment her pupils began to reflect the image of the Great Poet, her gaze could no longer be moved away from the Great Poet's face.

"You... what is your relationship with Talia?"

The killing intent that Antanas had been brewing earlier completely disappeared, replaced by anxious and fearful questions.

The black-haired, green-eyed girl in front of her looked too similar to Talia. Even if she hadn't seen her for a hundred years and her memory had faded, Antanas would not forget the most beautiful appearance in the world!

After all, Talia's biggest feature was that she had a beautiful face!

No matter how you looked at it, the black-haired, green-eyed girl in front of her felt like a purebred human.

Maybe she had a disguise magic on her body.

It just turned into an appearance similar to Talia.

The only thing Antanas could be sure of was that she must have seen Talia!

"Then, before answering your question, can you first tell me—are you willing to believe what I say, and can you have a good talk with me?"

The Great Poet stood in front of Antanas and asked slowly.

Although the Great Poet himself had nothing to do with the word princess, under Lan Qi's control, his elegant and dignified demeanor was even better than Talia herself.

"Of course... no problem..."

Antanas stared blankly at the Great Poet's face.

Antanas, who had originally held no hope, was now willing to learn anything as long as there was even a slight possibility of obtaining information about Talia still being alive.

And Hyperion on the side was completely stunned by this change from passive to active.

What happened?

When you cultivate mental control and brainwashing to the extreme, can you even violate the common sense of the world?

Four chapters today.

(End of this chapter)