The stick figure held his forehead and sighed, then put down the larger glass wine glass in his right hand.

This is an ordinary bar in Wharton, but the stick figure interferes with the thinking of the people around him, making them think that it is normal for this little guy made of black lines to drink in the bar.

Oh, this will not leave any serious sequelae for them, but when they get up tomorrow, they will feel like they have had a nightmare, and they will completely forget about it in half a month.

So, forget it, he's just a stick figure trying to get drunk, which isn't really a bad thing, right?

Hewen gave it a certain degree of autonomy, although it could see that every step it took now was pushing itself into the abyss.

But why not?

Nelly pushed open the door and walked in. She didn't come to this place because she suddenly wanted to get drunk, but the ax on her waist reminded her.

For the stickman, this is just a little trick. As long as you figure out what the ax wants, you can trick it into it.

The moment Nelly entered the door, she saw the stick figure. In doubt, she slowly walked towards the little guy. At least from Nelly's current perspective, it was just a dark elf.

Of course, if you look at it from a larger time dimension, Nelly's emotions towards the stickman should be extremely complicated, but now the stickman can no longer see things this way, so forget this sentence.

Nelly sat on the chair next to the stick figure, looking hesitant.

The stickman said to the bartender:

"Give the lady next to me a glass of wine, my treat."

Nelly casually ordered a glass of wine with a "tame"-sounding name, and then asked:

"Can they see you?"

Stickman shrugs:

"What they see is different from what you see. Likewise, our conversation will become understandable to their ears, so ask."

Nelly said puzzledly:

"what?"

Stickman said:

"Anything is possible. Although I am not the crazy person you have met who thinks he knows everything, my answer is more valuable than his, so ask, this is a precious opportunity."

Nelly asked:

"Why did I come in?"

The stickman looked up at Nelly with a simple expression:

"Because of fate, you are destined to meet me at this moment, just like you are destined to be powerless when your father dies, and you are destined to know Hwendelenge."

Nelly continued to ask calmly:

"Who are you?"

The little monster smiled harmlessly:

"You've heard my name, Veronica and Lamont call me Stickman, some of your fellow humans call me Stickman, and demons, angels, Asgardian gods, Olympian gods,

They all call me different names.

"But now, I am Heven's ally, the host of the upcoming Inlans King Selection, the savior of this country, and the supreme being that humans should believe in.

"I'm your friend, Nelly."

Nelly didn't believe what it said at all:

"Did you mislead me into coming in?"

The stickman sighed, then held the wine glass with both hands, lifted it up in a somewhat comical manner, and took a step back because he could not grasp the balance, and poured the wine into his mouth.

This is a redundant action, but it can make people lower their guard, at least the stickman thinks so.

Nellie remembered the few words Veronica mentioned. This guy must be a very bad guy. Although she couldn't tell it at all, she still raised her vigilance.

And the action of holding the cup is a little too deliberate.

The stickman jumped on the bar, then tiptoed up to Nelly, looked at her, and said:

"Do you have any questions about Hevin? I can answer everything about him for you."

Nelly asked back:

"You are not very familiar with Hewen, right? And if you really knew him well, how could you be defeated by him?"

"Well..." The stickman's body twitched obviously, "I want to correct you. Strictly speaking, he did not defeat me, he ate me. The two are completely different. If it were in other parts of the universe, he would

You can't kill me so easily."

Nelly asked:

"So it would have been harder for him to kill you?"

The stickman did not answer, but clapped his hands stiffly:

"Hey, Nellie, have you heard? England is choosing a new king recently, which is really surprising. After all, King Arthur is not dead yet, how could they do this? It's really treasonous."

Nelly asked:

"King Arthur is not dead? Wait, wasn't it you who did this?"

The stickman nodded:

"So, it was me who did it? That doesn't matter. To be honest, I have long disliked King Arthur. Why did that little girl sit on the throne for so long? I also want to be the king of England.

Well."

The information revealed in the stickman's words was a bit too much for Nelly, and she couldn't help but frown:

"Wait, what on earth are you talking about."

The stick figure instantly flashed on Nelly's shoulder, then he knelt down and patted her shoulder:

"I want to tell you, go and become the king, the election is about to begin."

Nelly knew about this when her mother and grandpa were talking.

They seemed to want to let Jimmy participate in this matter, but later gave up the idea because they were worried about his safety.

The stickman continued:

"Your friend Enid's mother is a justice, right? You can ask her for help and let her manipulate votes or something..."

Nelly reached out and grabbed the stickman and put the little guy struggling in her hands back on the bar:

"Enid and her mother didn't have a good relationship, and the king wasn't elected."

The stickman patted his head:

"Yeah, it seems that's not the choice."

Nelly asked:

"Didn't you say you were the host?"

Then it gave Nelly what could be called an evil smile:

"Then you want to know how you choose? As Hewen's friend, I can give you a little help, cheating or something?"

Nelly looked down at the stick figure made of black lines on the table:

"Why?"

The stickman looked at the sky, whistled, and said in a casual tone:

"It's nothing. Maybe it's because I'm kind-hearted. Don't thank me. This is what I should do. Hevin and I are good friends, so it's reasonable to help people he knows."

Nelly stood up and said to it:

"I'll tell Hevin."

The stickman showed a sly smile indifferently, as if his plan had succeeded:

"Go ahead. I welcome you to verify my innocence. Otherwise, I will be wronged for no reason."

Nelly took a deep look at it and then left towards the door.

The stickman laughed eerily behind her:
Chapter completed!