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1749 The night of the resting place

 Under the night of the old world, the resting place remains as peaceful as ever.

Among the mass burials, melodious music was coming from a small shop with bright lights.

Through the curtains of the shop, one can vaguely see a pair of slender white legs leaning against the seats, and the nails on the well-joined feet are softly pink and glowing.

When the serenade music came to an end, there was suddenly some movement from the outside world.

Among the messy tombstones, there was a stone lid of a coffin, which was pushed open by a pair of hands. During the clang, the tomb knight in armor woke up from the coffin.

Although he was sleeping in a coffin, there was not a trace of dust on the Tomb Knight's armor. The armor had some damaged lines due to the battle before his death, but it was still very shiny, and could even reflect the moonlight in the sky countless years ago.

The Grave Knight walked to the door of the only lighted shop, half-knelt on the ground, and respectfully called him: "Shopkeeper."

"Come in." After a long time, a female voice came from behind the curtain. Her voice was very elegant and lazy, with a gender-neutral sexy charm. It also had a sense of mystery, which made people unconsciously think

To explore.

The grave knight opened the cloth and immediately revealed the face of the owner of the beautiful legs inside.

Big wavy curly hair, slender eyes, slightly thick lips, and a small bright red mole on the edge of her lips. Her appearance is not extremely beautiful, but it fits her temperament very well, full of sexiness and mystery.

"Shopkeeper, I felt the vibrations on the ground in the distance, and without any hesitation, I came towards the resting place. I thought there should be guests coming." The Grave Knight walked into the small shop, half-knelt on the ground, and

In front of her were those small, round and beautiful feet; even though the Grave Knight had been dead for many years, he was still a little dazzled looking at the scenery in front of him.

The Grave Knight waited for a long time, but received no response. He raised his head in confusion.

But he saw the shop owner playing with the ring on his little finger. The ring was in the shape of a snake biting its tail. He knew that the ring was called Wuyu Boros, and it was the shop owner’s favorite treasure. Once, a customer saw

She wanted to exchange, but was rejected by the shopkeeper. Over the years, as long as the customer paid the corresponding price, the shopkeeper would basically not refuse the other party's transaction, but that time was a rare refusal for her. From this, it can be seen that the shopkeeper is very interested in the transaction.

The love of rings.

The Grave Knight remembered that the ring seemed to have been exchanged by a human to the shopkeeper.

The Grave Knight noticed that the shopkeeper did not respond because she was playing with the ring and looking in a certain direction, as if looking at something.

The Grave Knight was worried that the shop owner was thinking about something important. He originally planned to continue asking, but now he didn't dare to express his anger.

This silence lasted until...the music changed.

The beautiful serenade suddenly changed, and the passionate sound shook the eardrums, as if a thunderbolt hit on a sunny day, and the beautiful night began to rain violently.

This is a symphony, and the sound comes from a unique crystal harp placed on the table. Like Urboros, it was exchanged by the human to the shopkeeper.

In this passionate symphony, Balalaika finally came to her senses. She stretched out her hand to touch the crystal harp, and the music stopped immediately.

Balalaika turned off the music box, picked up the pipe placed on the small shelf, took a deep breath, and while puffing away the smoke, she said, "What did you just say?"

The grave knight quickly repeated what he said before.

"A guest is coming?" Balalaika squinted her eyes and looked in a certain direction. When she saw the visitor, her eyes became darker: "I understand."

"Shopkeeper, do you need me to go greet you?" the grave knight asked.

"No, I'm an acquaintance." After saying that, Balalaika stood up, gave up the seat reserved for the guests, walked to the other side of the table, and took out two wine glasses and a bottle of red liquid from the counter below.

wine bottle.

Balalaika poured it to herself, humming a tune.

The Grave Knight has been following Balalaika for a long time, so he knows very well that her mood is up at this time. Even if she asks about something, as long as it is not a sensitive matter, he will not care.

"Shopkeeper, did you see something just now?" the grave knight couldn't help but ask.

Balalaika poured the wine, glanced at the Grave Knight with her beautiful eyes, and said with a smile: "I just sensed a familiar fluctuation, which made me feel a little emotional."

Familiar with fluctuations? The Grave Knight did not understand what Balalaika meant.

"Is he a previous guest?"

Balalaika shook his head: "No, it used to be a lord-level existence, but later, it seemed to have become a guest's magic pet."

A lord-level existence? This is even comparable to some demon gods, and it actually became a guest's magic pet?

Who could it be? The grave knight felt a little confused.

When the grave knight hesitated to ask, a clear male voice came from outside: "If you refer to Toby as Angel's familiar, I think Angel will be very angry, because in his opinion,

He and Toby are best mates."

The grave knight turned his head in surprise and saw a young man walking in from outside.

Before that, the Grave Knight didn't notice anyone behind him at all! It wasn't until he turned his head that he heard the young man's footsteps. The frequency was the same as the one he heard in the coffin before. In other words, this young man was

That guest.

However, he could hear the other party's voice just now, but he did not notice the person entering the resting place. This is obviously illogical, unless the person's strength has reached a very powerful level. He made a sound before, just to inform

Himself, here he comes.

When the young man passed by the Grave Knight, he nodded slightly to him, and then sat down opposite Balalaika.

"The revived witch, long time no see."

Balalaika smiled faintly, handed the wine he had poured to the other party, and then looked at his face: "Since you have changed your body, why bother using this face? You don't have to worry about the Flameless Lord coming to you.

Is it troublesome?"

After a pause, Balalaika took a sip of the wine and called out the visitor's name in a slight voice: "Olusia."

Aulusia, the former descendant of the Flameless Lord.

Olucia: "I got used to seeing this face in the mirror, but I still felt a little uncomfortable with the change at first, so I changed it back. Moreover, I am not worried about being found by the Flameless Lord. After all, He is now...

I have too much time to take care of myself.”

Balalaika thought for a while and felt that Olussia was right. The Flameless Lord’s true spirit had fallen, his true body had escaped, and even his true name was mentioned casually without fear of retaliation. In this case, there was indeed no

Maybe it's to cause trouble for Orusia. After all, Orusia has even abandoned the blood and flesh body of the former descendant of the devil.

"Although you no longer have the physical body of the past, your strength does not seem to be affected."

"I always thought that I was born dependent on blood, but now that I think about it, blood may have restricted my future. At least I live freely now, and I should thank Angel for this." Orusia said with a smile.

Hearing the familiar name, Balalaika was in a rare good mood, so she took the initiative to ask Olusiya about her purpose.

"You didn't come here this time to catch up with me, right?"

Olussia nodded, calmed down his expression, and said solemnly: "I have something I want to ask."

"What's up?"

"About... Asgard."


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