Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

If only the heavens knew how this naked despise sounded just like a gift from God to Dumbo. He used his body, that was quivering uncontrollably, to wipe off the tears of joy on his face. While thanking her, he continued to mention the disgusting things he did, spilling whatever gross, smelly things done, as if he was afraid that Gu Mengmeng had not despised him enough and might regret enough to tell Lea to rip his skin off again.

They were so disgusting, they instantly made Gu Mengmeng lose her appetite. Waving her hands, she interrupted him, “I don’t have the energy to listen to your dirty business. Although I no longer want your skin, but you still ruined my things, so you still have to compensate.”

Stunned, Dumbo stared at Gu Mengmeng with a frightened expression, fearing that she might come up with another method to torture him.

Gu Mengmeng gave him a friendly smile. Yet, despite how friendly she seemed, it still gave Dumbo goosebumps. A shiver went up his body from the soles of his feet.

Seeing how her smile did not work on Dumbo, she massaged her face and stopped her act. Taking a deep breath, she asked seriously, “I will not pursue further about the beast skin as long as you answer three of my questions. Deal?”

It was obvious to Gu Mengmeng that Dumbo had heaved a sigh of relief, as he kneeled down placing his face on the ground, “Sauder is the tribe where Miss Messenger belongs to, everyone in Sauder belongs to Miss Messenger. No matter what you want to know, Dumbo will definitely answer truthfully.”

Gu Mengmeng sneered while thinking, why did you have to make such an uncontrollable mess, acting like a poser and not behaving when you first walked in?

While she thought so, she did not show it in her expression, replying indifferently, “Very well, very well.”

She then cut to the chase, her seemingly unconcerned gaze actually staring right at Dumbo’s every move, as to deduce whether he was lying.

Slowly, Gu Mengmeng started to ask the first question, “Who was the one who told you about my whereabouts?”

Actually, Gu Mengmeng had an answer in her heart. It was just that Gu Mengmeng did not want to accuse any innocent people without having concrete evidence.

What a shame, people in the present world are too sensitive to intriguing things, and those methods were just not enough, too easy to guess and difficult to make a wrong prediction.

“It is a female in Saint Nazaire, called… called Nina. It was her who tipped me off, saying that the messenger was in the Saint Nazaire tribe.”

True enough…

Gu Mengmeng snorted. This Nina did not have any genius techniques, only wanting to use the “validation” process of the faithful messenger to get rid of herself. Too bad she found the wrong accomplice, this faithful messenger was a moron, and it took no effort to fool him into thinking that she was a messenger of the Beast Deity, even thinking she was the biological daughter of the Beast Deity, a messenger of the Beast Deity at the level of the kinsman of the emperor. Although he had decent skills, it was a shame that he did not possess sufficiently stable skills like Elvis had from numerous experiences in battle. While there were some difficulty in Elvis killing him, but he definitely would not get away easily in the hands of Elvis.

Especially under the circumstance of Lea being present, as long as this Dumbo was not truly stupid, even if he knew she was not the messenger of the Beast Deity, he would not dare to lay a hand on her when he came.

Gu Mengmeng sneered and did not say anything.

She saw someone slowly sneaking away nearby, it seemed like one of Nina’s partners.

Tipping her off?

Gu Mengmeng sighed in her heart. Whatever, run while you can. Killing a chicken… is also dirty work.

“Second question, besides you, who else knows I’m here?” Gu Mengmeng continued to ask.

Dumbo did not dare to take his time, replying immediately, “Since the millennium is approaching, there have been an increasing number of females who wish to pass fish eyes for pearls and pretend to be Miss Messenger in the past two years. The responsibility of us as faithful messengers is to identify the real and fake ones. It is only when we meet the real messenger that we will send a message to the tribe, if it is fake…”