In the evening, although the sun has set, the air is still hot and sticky. At this time, civilians like to enjoy the cool in some ventilated places, or wash their bodies with cold well water to cool down.
Of course, for people with air conditioning, today's British summer is no different from the coolest autumn. This includes Kyle. After dinner, she sat on the sofa and read in fascination.
She learned the story of the bard, and under the guidance of Don Quixote, she had already learned how to use this magic weapon, so the content inside was all recorded by herself.
"Kyle."
"What's wrong?"
"Do you remember the last time my teacher came over? He wanted me to help him for a while."
"How long?"
"It's impossible to say for sure."
"Where is it?"
"It should also be near Yalaschi."
"Then it's okay," Kyle stretched, and his shoulder-length blond hair spread out, "I just want you to come back when I miss you."
"Is Blood Moon gone?"
"No." Kyle lay down on the sofa with a bang, "Tomorrow is probably the last day, and I have to go back to work then, ah~~" Kyle rolled over, "I don't want to go."
"Is it difficult to work?" Don Quixote thought silently in his mind, but even so, in Faerûn, especially if you join the temple, you cannot leave the temple without extremely special circumstances. Those who join voluntarily are more free.
Think of a knight like Kyle who has been trained since childhood. It belongs to the future that the temple has spent a lot of effort to cultivate. How can you let you leave the temple casually? Even if you use money to redeem yourself, it will not work, so Kyle's complaint,
All I can do is complain.
"Chapel."
"Um?"
"I have a stomach ache."
"Well, tell me, what do you want?"
"How about." Kyle suddenly lay down, not caring that his breasts were exposed, "Come into the sea of my consciousness and help me rub it."
"Pfft~" Fortunately, Don Quixote is a lich. If he were a human, he would probably choke to death with a spit. "Let's go and play."
“Ouch, my stomach hurts so much”
Looking at Kyle, who was rolling on the sofa and glancing at him from time to time, Don Quixote was speechless. Obviously, this is the three secrets of women: one is crying, the other is making trouble, and the third is hanging, make trouble!
It was still the familiar golden wheat field. Kyle was lying on his side and curled up on the edge of the embankment, with Don Quixote's thigh as his pillow. Don Quixote's hand was gently caressing Kyle's belly. It was obvious that
Even Don Quixote, the mage of the ring, could not resist the three secrets of a woman.
But to be honest, it feels surprisingly good, because the soul is a physical existence in the sea of consciousness, just like Alsace smoking back then. It is obviously just a figment of Don Quixote, but in his sea of consciousness, you can
Feel the smell of smoke.
So the same is true in Kyle's sea of consciousness at this time. No matter Don Quixote or Kyle, the soul has been materialized, and the various feelings that the body itself should have are all simulated here to be exactly the same as the real ones.
At this time, Don Quixote could really feel the smooth touch and warm temperature of Kyle's belly. Of course, Kyle would occasionally twist his body, as if he was avoiding Don Quixote because he was itchy.
Hode's hand.
"Little Don." Kyle, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and raised his head to look at Don Quixote, "You are the most pleasing to the eye now."
Don Quixote didn't speak. He gently flicked Kyle's forehead with his other hand, and then set his sights in the distance. She didn't know how much Kyle liked the wheat fields. In the sea of her consciousness, she looked far away.
Except for the embankment under me, everything is full of wheat fields. A gust of wind blows, and the wheat ears under the embankment make a sound like ocean waves, which is really refreshing.
Suddenly, Kyle grabbed Don Quixote's hand that was attached to his lower abdomen and murmured, "I really hope it can continue like this."
"Won't you regret it?" Don Quixote lowered his head, "Maybe until we die, we can only be together in the sea of consciousness."
"If it's a small hall, I think it should be fine. Oops."
"Why should it be?"
"Amu~" Kyle grabbed Don Quixote's hand and bit it hard, "You still want to bully me here, because you always give me a feeling, Don Quixote, like a gust of wind. When the wind blows, I will
I can feel you. When the wind stops, I don’t know where you disappeared. I never know what you are thinking.”
"Really?" Don Quixote reached out and pinched Kyle's cheek, "I won't do it again."
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"Good morning, teacher." Early in the morning, Don Quixote appeared at the door of the villa on time according to the address Alsace gave him, and at the same time he knocked on the door like a gentleman.
"Come in, remember to close the door."
Compared with the previous villa in Alsace, this villa is completely different. In one sentence, it has an extremely human atmosphere. It no longer looks like a place where an old immortal lich lives. Instead, it gives people a very warm feeling.
To be honest, Don Quixote didn't believe that this was something that a guy like Alsace, who only had magic in his head, could arrange it. But the problem was that his spiritual energy swept through the entire villa and found nothing.
, so I can only believe that my teacher seems to have figured it out.
"After reading my information, do you have any thoughts?"
There is a spacious magic alchemy laboratory underground in the villa. Don Quixote saw at a glance that all kinds of rare metals and materials are available, which shows the rich wealth of this frost lich, which also makes Don Quixote understand.
One thing is that this old lich is really good at lying and complaining about poverty.
"What's your idea?" Don Quixote casually grabbed a handful of mithril and stuffed it into his space ring. "In my opinion, Teacher, your idea is not a problem, and with your strength that has dominated Faerun for two thousand years,
Strength and face. It also solves the two biggest problems, how to bring the dead body back to life. And the problem that the lich's psychic tentacles will interfere with the living body, but there is one thing you don't know."
"Which point?"
Don Quixote grabbed another handful of fine gold and stuffed it into the space ring, "For the human body to work normally, it's not just about resurrecting cells. The various cycles in the body are what ensure that a body can function normally."
The most important basis for survival."
"Cell? What is that?"
"Pa~" Don Quixote held his forehead with his hand, "Isn't it recorded in your notes? Every basic structure of the body is filled with the juice of Asparagus. I just call it a different way.
That’s all.”
"I see." Alsace nodded slightly, "Let's get started. I will cooperate with you in this experiment. Except for the use of dragonfly grass, you must be careful, and you can use other materials as you wish."
There was a male corpse placed on the experimental table. Don Quixote held a scalpel made of psychic energy in his hand and began to dissect the corpse according to his own ideas. While dissecting, he explained his ideas to Alsace who was standing next to him.
"First of all. Asparagus can indeed resurrect even the cells of the dead body. Of course, it is not so much resurrection as it is maintaining the continued survival of cells. Cells, like people, also need to eat. So your experiment
The downfall is that it didn’t solve the problem of how to feed the cells.”
"Was all this knowledge researched by your father?" Alsace seemed to be taking notes very seriously. Although he could also record this in his mind, you can imagine searching through a huge database of more than two thousand years.
Which one is faster than looking through recently recorded notes?
"Half and half. I know a friend who is an alchemist who specializes in the alchemy of life. He has very high attainments in this area."
"How about letting him join in the alchemy of life? Money is not an issue."
"Pfft," Don Quixote skillfully cut open the abdominal cavity of the body, "It's not about money. His research direction is different from ours. He can't help much in resurrecting dead bodies. What he studies is immortality."
"Eternal life?" Arthas laughed a few times, "It's not that easy."
"Pfft~" Don Quixote casually pulled out all the intestines of the corpse and put them on a tray aside. He replied without delay, "Alchemy is a very magical technology. Teacher, I suggest you not to underestimate it."
Oh, for now, it only took him a few months, and now he has half a foot in the door of eternal life."
"Really?" Alsace seemed to have some disdain on his face. Obviously, after living for more than a thousand years, he had seen some "immortal" existences, such as himself, but all of them had to pay a huge price.
,Loneliness, or freedom, is like the ultimate power in this world,
The knight is called the Eternal Knight King, and the mage is the God of Law. These two ultimate powers can indeed live in this world forever in human form, but there is a premise. First, his strength must reach that of a human being.
At the peak, when there is no possibility of progress.
Coupled with the extremely pure faith to "move" the god he believes in, if the god is "moved", he will drop a fragment of his godhead. Only after fusing this fragment of his godhead can he be called the Eternal Knight King, the God of Law, and live forever.
In this world, the price paid behind this eternal life is freedom. The combination of the fragments of the godhead
People, under the influence of the Godhead, almost become a being that is difficult to think independently, because the Godhead is too powerful. To put it simply, such a person is like a machine that can only execute doctrines, so many extremely powerful people
Even if a person wants eternal life, he will not use this method. Without self, what is the attraction of eternal life?
"Let's not discuss the issue of immortality for now." After a few thoughts flashed through Alsace's mind, Don Quixote had already finished uncovering the corpse. It was as miserable as the separation of flesh and blood. To put it simply, he was giving this person to
Flattened, like a piece of paper tube cut open,
Laying it flat on the experimental table, "Look, teacher," Don Quixote pointed to the network of blood vessels and lymphatic vessels in the body, "These things are the basis for ensuring that the body can survive. Cells are the same as our bodies.
Those who want to eat will also excrete toxic substances, and then "
Don Quixote was talking eloquently in front of the test bench. The knowledge he had learned in biology class in his previous life had been sorted out by the Ring Mage, and he had almost completely unearthed it. Alsace was also stunned for a moment.
It turned out that a person's body actually held so many secrets. While he was surprised, he also felt that with the help of this student who seemed to know everything, there seemed to be hope of achieving a perfect living body.
"Dang~" Don Quixote looked at the clock on the wall, "Teacher, just stop here today. I will come back tomorrow."
"Huh?" Alsace was stunned, then suddenly made another sound, stretched out his index finger and shook it, with a look that I understood.
After Don Quixote left, the goddess of time, who was hiding somewhere, appeared again.
"Why don't you meet him? This is the most proud student of my life."
"Don't you think that if you let him know that his teacher is a powerful domain mage or even a higher level mage, and that his master's wife was once a god, it will make him feel more confident? He dared to return the phylactery last time
If I mess with the Sun Temple, if I let him know my identity too early, he might do something."
ps: Ice and snow, three hundred and sixty degrees, seven hundred and twenty degrees, one thousand and eighty degrees, kneel and vote t.t