This villain, please exercise some restraint.

"Then it is dead, as you wish."

The boss said with a smile.

He did not miss the flash of sadness on the old man's face when he said this.

"Good death! Good death!!"

As the old man said this, he clenched his old fists and his face was full of sadness.

If the slave insect took five percent of his effort, then the birth of that insect took ten percent of his effort.

How could he not be heartbroken when the insect that had cost him so much effort died?

Besides, he witnessed almost every step of the insect's growth with his own eyes. During these extremely long years, this insect had given him too much hope.

"The Insect King in your hand is about to be crushed to death by you."

The boss took a look at the insect that was flapping its transparent wings rapidly in the narrow gap and gave a timely reminder.

The Gu maker came to his senses immediately and quickly loosened his grip.

"I changed my mind."

The Gu Refiner calmed down, and then spoke with gritted teeth.

He pointed a dirty finger at the bug in his other hand and began to give orders.

"From now on, you are the Insect King, because your predecessor - that piece of trash is dead, and dead insects cannot be resurrected... But now that you have become the Insect King, you must take on some responsibilities."

"Remember! Your first mission after you get out is revenge! Yes, revenge - revenge on that white-haired kid!!"

As he spoke, the old man took out a crumpled piece of paper and spread it out with trembling hands, revealing a portrait.

However, this portrait was too abstract. The boss took a long time to identify it before he could barely figure out that this was a "person" who was suspected to be wearing a cloak.

"cough--"

"Are you sure that this portrait of yours can—"

"Shut up!"

The old man stamped his foot and interrupted the boy in front of him, "I know my painting is terrible, but this is the result of my best efforts!"

The emperor, who had been standing at the entrance of the cave with little interest, now walked forward, picked up the painting, and looked at it for a moment.

In the old man's suspicious eyes and the boss's surprised eyes, the "Emperor" nodded to himself.

"It's moderation."

He said it with certainty.

"Moderation?!" the old man asked back.

"Moderation?" The boss stared at the abstract painting, thoughtfully.

"You and I both know that it is very difficult for players to reach here with their current strength. Even if they can reach here——"

The Emperor paused, turned his head and looked at the old man, "May I ask, when the white-haired man left, did he take away a bug or a person?"

"It's a bug and a man, and the bug is in the man's body."

The old man answered immediately, and then added, "I remember that the white-haired boy suddenly appeared and disappeared with his people. He didn't climb up at all."

The Emperor looked at the boss and said, "That's obvious. You should know that players don't have this ability. The only ones who have this ability are you or the kind of people I represent."

"First of all, you can be ruled out. Judging from the Gu Refiner's reaction, he doesn't know you at all. And among our kind of beings, the only one with white hair who has always existed in this world is Temperance."

"Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that there are other people like us pretending to be magicians, but a magician would not use someone and then abandon him. A devil might do such a thing, but his image often confirms the desires in people's hearts. That means that only when someone's desires are restrained can he change, but that is simply impossible."

"To sum up, the only two possible impostors have been ruled out, so the one who has white hair and can do such a thing is Temperance."

"Besides, this is his usual style of doing things. He might have been restrained in the early days, but in the later days, I was already very familiar with his behavior."

"So - the only possibility is that Temperance."

The "Emperor"'s analysis was met with the old man's puzzled and sharp gaze, and...the boss's thoughtful look.

"Although the evidence is relatively weak, it is undeniable that this time, I think your analysis is correct."

The boss thought for a moment, nodded, and then looked at the "Emperor". "The Temperance you mentioned almost died in my hands. A long time ago, when he inexplicably appeared in this world, I thought he was an NPC I created accidentally."

"After going through various things, I realized that this was not the case. From my brief interactions with him afterwards, I could see his shadow behind every player who was killed."

"So... I would think that Temperance is the one who did this."

"It's just that after he was rescued by that girl, there has been no news until now. Even with my current authority, I haven't found any trace of him... This is something that I am puzzled about."

The boss sorted out his thoughts and said to the "Emperor".

From simple communication, we can see that although the "emperor" is arrogant and blindly follows the so-called "world", his brain is still quite online when it does not involve the "world".

At least it is much better than the "Pope" who talks a lot of nonsense but makes no sense.

In a sense, the "Pope" is really tight-lipped.

"A girl rescued that Temperance?"

The Emperor thought about it, then frowned, "Is it a girl with long golden hair holding a bear doll?"

"Correct."

The boss replied, "You are absolutely right, her name is——"

"She is the 'Wheel of Fortune', a being with a strong insight into emotions, but this is only one aspect of her ability. She should have other unknown abilities."

The "Emperor" knows everything.

The boss looked at the "Emperor". This time he was really a little surprised. "I thought your abilities would be your secret, but I didn't expect——"

The Emperor waved his hand. "It's not a secret, young man. You have to know that your abilities will be used one day. Moreover, under the power of the World, our abilities are insignificant, too insignificant."

"Such a tiny ability, such a tiny piece of information, is there any need to hide it?"

"I am the 'Emperor', so I stand at a higher altitude, but my sight is at the height, while my identity is low in the dust."

"This is what is called - high aspirations but low skills. This is my shortcoming and I cannot correct it."

There was a hint of self-mockery in the words of the "Emperor", but he seemed to be used to it, saying these words as if it were commonplace.

The boss didn't say anything. To be honest, he felt that the existence of the Tarot card was somewhat abnormal, but the abnormality of the "Emperor" was mixed with obvious powerlessness and helplessness.

But it is undeniable that the "Emperor" is a smart person who can communicate fluently.