"How much can they absorb from such a strong magic energy in the dungeon? Now I just hope they don't advance any further, otherwise it will be more difficult to kill." Downton called the ghoul servant through his soul power, "As for the wealth, as long as Robinson and the others
If you don’t go out, you won’t be able to spend it.”
Bang, No. 3, wearing heavy armor, smashed a rotten door and walked out amid flying wood chips.
"This must be Celes's 'masterpiece'!" Looking at the strange paintings painted with paint on the rusty armor, Homer projected the text.
"You'd better hurry up and listen to me. It's too troublesome to communicate through writing." After checking No. 3, Downton found no traces of fighting, leaving him and No. 4 to guard the backyard. He walked to the bedroom.
"It depends on your efficiency in collecting soul remains." Homer wanted to roll his eyes, "Do you think I would like to have people write and draw on me? What's more, your handwriting is extremely ugly and has no sense of beauty!"
"I was wrong!" Downton quickly surrendered, otherwise Homer would continue talking. Even though he knew it had no ill intentions, its venomous tongue was really depressing.
"Humph, it's good to know!" Homer floated into the bedroom unsteadily.
Although Downton has seen it too many times, this scene in the dimly lit underground city is really weird.
Putting down his backpack, Downton took off the whalewood bracelet from his wrist and hid it inside.
"Celeste will definitely get a surprise!" Downton thought about the way the Death Banshee looked through her backpack, and felt that the gifts were still not enough, so he opened the war space and took out ten large cargo boxes, which were full of clothes and food.
, as well as various daily necessities.
"Take out all the magic stones." Homer could completely control the war space, but he just didn't want Downton to think it was overstepping his authority, so he suggested it.
"You don't want me to use it when meditating, do you?" Looking at the big bronze hand handing out the box containing the magic stone, Downton guessed the reason.
"No amount of gold coins can buy back time. What you lack most now is this," Homer snorted. "Although the concentration of magic energy in the dungeon is five times higher than that in Morning Fog Town, it would be a waste to condense them."
Time is too inefficient, but using magic stones can speed it up a lot."
"This is worth hundreds of thousands of gold coins!" Downton felt a little distressed. He used to be just a poor commoner, but he had never experienced such luxury.
"Go and clean out the monsters in the bank and the Duke's Mansion another day. The wealth inside is all yours, enough to buy a lot of magic stones." Homer complained about Downton's petty attitude, "If you don't seize all the time now to advance, upgrade
With such strength, when the three Robinsons come looking for us, there will only be a dead end."
"They should be excitedly conquering the important buildings in the dungeon right now. How can they care about me? Besides, they probably thought I was dead."
Downton muttered, but in fact he knew in his heart that Homer was right, gold coins were no longer a problem.
The velvet bed back was in tatters, and the feathers stuffed inside were rotten into a ball, exuding a stench.
Downton didn't care. He sat cross-legged on the ground, took out the magic stone, placed it around him, put the grimoire on his knees, and closed his eyes.
Concentrate and calm your breathing, keep your breathing at an even frequency, and meditate on the image of the Holy Angel in your mind.
The soul seeds began to release soul power. As time went by, more and more of them overflowed the body, gradually condensing into a white soul power group the size of a cherry.
Stretching and stretching, as if being carved by an invisible carving knife, a female angel slowly formed, and then began to absorb the free magic energy in the space.
Too much magic energy gathered and almost materialized, forming pieces of pure white feathers, forming a pair of beautiful wings on the back of the holy angel.
When the wings are full, the white feathers will break away, shoot into Downton's body, blend in, and then be converted into magic energy for him to absorb.
Soul angels appeared one after another, and finally reached eighteen. In less than two months, there were six more soul angels than the original twelve. This number of changes can be said to be incredibly fast.
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You must know that the magic energy absorbed by a soul angel in one 'wing shooting' can match the amount of magic energy Robinson can meditate for half an hour.
"If there weren't too few magic diamonds and they were too precious, I would even want you to use this." Homer sighed.
The epic-level ultra-rare meditation method, a large number of magic stones, and Downton's excellent physique and talent made his practice progress very quickly, but even so, Homer was still not satisfied.
"Time waits for no one. We must kill the Robinson trio as soon as possible and conquer this underground city!" Homer thought about future plans and arranged the schedule, like a dedicated private secretary.
A large amount of magic energy gathered under the crazy absorption of the eighteen soul angels. Because the concentration was too high, star-like spots kept flashing. The whole bedroom seemed to be filled with fireflies. Under the dim light,
The fluorescent light is shining like a beautiful picture scroll, so beautiful that it cannot be more beautiful.
"Downton, are you back?" The Death Banshee floated back to the backyard. When she saw No. 4, she immediately became overjoyed and rushed to the bedroom.
"Silence, don't disturb his meditation." The magic book quickly projected text to stop Celes.
The Death Banshee was still wearing the same shabby dress. She was suspended in the air one meter above the ground. She bit her red lips with her teeth, lowered her head, and twisted her two slender white index fingers together, and she was about to cry.
"Don't feel wronged, Downton bought you a gift, go and see it!"
Homer was relieved to see that Celes had no injuries. This meant that she had not encountered the Robinson trio. As for what happened during this period, Downton was cautious and would definitely ask after he woke up, so there was no need for him to bother with it.
"Is it in there?" Celes immediately smiled, threw herself at Downton's backpack, and then looked at Homer nervously, "Can I really open it?"
"You don't have to!" Homer originally wanted to supervise the Death Banshee's meditation, but when he saw her happily backpacking, he gave up, "I'll give you a day off!"
"I want it!" Celes yelled anxiously, then quickly shut up, glanced at Downton, and after making sure she didn't wake him up, she took out everything in the backpack and placed it neatly.
On the ground.
In addition to the whalewood bracelet presented by the tauren Barak, Downton also selected some of the most exquisite tribal-style jewelry from his goods, preparing to surprise the Death Banshee.
Time passed quickly, and Downton's meditation reached its limit.
The figures of the soul angels in the bedroom began to become thinner and disappeared one after another in less than five minutes. Downton took a deep breath, his lungs bulging up, and then exhaled.
Phew, the magic energy spots in the chest that had not yet been absorbed spurted out with the breath, flickering in the dark room, like a galaxy light belt.
The soul seed grew larger again, which also increased Downton's total amount of magic energy by nearly one-fifth.
Celes was holding a piece of light yellow cheese in her mouth, half of her body was buried in the cargo box, surrounded by clothes and food scattered around.
"How do you feel?" Homer saw that Downton looked good and immediately urged, "Let's get to work and hunt the ghouls."
"Are you too cruel? Are you a black-hearted vampire supervisor?" Downton teased, "Can you let me take a breath?"
"You'll have plenty of time to breathe in the future, don't force me to prepare the whip." Homer looked at Downton, thinking about giving him a good slap, which would probably feel good.
"Downton, are you awake?" Celes was overjoyed and moved over, but she quickly stopped and picked up the clothes with an embarrassed look on her face, "I packed them up immediately, wuwu, it was all done by the maid before, I really
I didn’t mean to mess it up!”
"Don't worry about them. Do you like the gift I gave you?" Downton stood up and patted the dust on his pants. "I feel relieved to see that you are fine."
"I like it very much!" Celes stroked the natural ornament on her left wrist. Against the backdrop of the whalewood, her skin looked even more flawless.
There are a lot of jewelry in the dungeon, and Celes has collected a lot. Although they are more valuable than this bracelet, they have different meanings. This was given by Downton. It was the first gift after she became the death banshee and was reborn.
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"Eat an apple, it's very sweet." Downton took a piece of fruit and handed it to Celes, and touched her long hair lovingly.
The hand felt slightly cold, it turns out that the Death Banshee has no body temperature.
"Yeah!" Celes opened her small mouth and took a bite. She thought of her brother and tears flowed down unsatisfactorily. Since the city was destroyed, no one has been so kind to her.
"After a while, I will introduce Elaine to you. You will definitely become good friends. By the way, these things are all for you. You can take whatever you like." Downton took out a copper case pocket watch and looked at it.
Next, "Dinner time is coming soon, I will cook you a Western-style meal."
"Great!" Celes floated, circling around Downton, her skirt flying.
"Did anything special happen while I was away?" Downton found the box containing the ingredients, and put aside the urging from the grimoire.
"No, the little vine is short of water and three branches have withered. My brother is still sleeping. I originally wanted to collect more magic stones for you, but those monsters didn't allow me to enter their territory." I thought of picking up the vine.
The monster looked so ferocious that Celes felt angry, "They are not needed anyway, so what if I take them away?"
"Thank you!" Downton smiled, "What monsters? I'll beat them up for you."
"Some big ugly monsters, and knights with glowing green eyes, they are very fierce!" Celes' knowledge was too poor to recognize the types of undead creatures.
"The former is uncertain, and the latter is the Death Knight." Homer felt that it was necessary to give them supplementary lessons, otherwise the apprentices he taught would be shallow and ignorant fools, which would be too embarrassing for the Encyclopedia.
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