While he was sighing in his heart, "I'm going to die this time," he discovered that after waiting for a long time, he didn't feel any pain.
Not even the sound of the wind was heard.
He quietly opened one eye, only to find that Mrs. Silla's waving forelimb was fixed on the tip of his nose.
"What's going on?" When little Sam was confused, Mrs. Silla's body suddenly softened and she fell to the ground.
As Mrs. Silla fell, little Sam saw the man standing behind Mrs. Silla: "...Mr. Thiessen?"
Froude stood in the semi-darkness, with one of his hands still inserted into the opening in the huge abdomen of Lady Silla's spider body.
He slowly pulled out his hand, and you could see that his translucent hand was bloody.
Mrs. Silla is an undead, and Froud is also a spirit body, so there is no way there is blood.
This blood belongs to little Sam.
"You did a good job before. You know that the blood of your relatives is the key to restraining Lady Silla. But when you were operating, you overlooked an issue. Lady Silla's mouth is not only on her head, but also on her abdomen.
In other words, the mouth on her abdomen is the closest to the core of the soul body." In the doubtful eyes of little Sam, Froude explained: "Although the mouth on her head has blood, it will also make her
The soul body gradually collapses, but the collapse time is relatively longer, and she may launch another attack during this period, just like she did just now."
"Only by inserting your blood into the mouth of her abdomen can you hit her with one hit. She will collapse the fastest and will not be able to fight back."
Hearing this, little Sam finally reacted.
The blood entrance mentioned in "The Book of the Dead" turns out to be not the mouth on Lady Silla's head, but the abdominal slit where countless sharp teeth can be seen.
"After all, you haven't left the mortal world, and your thinking and judgment are still based on ordinary human beings, so I don't blame you for this mistake. When you enter the wizarding world in the future and see all kinds of strange creatures, you will naturally understand
Gradually get out of the current thinking dilemma." As Froude said, he took out a bottle and took in Mrs. Silla, who was gradually turning into a half-ghost.
As soon as Mrs. Silla entered the bottle, the collapse-like blur immediately stopped, as if time had been frozen.
Froude shook the bottle with satisfaction, and he would be able to practice soul tricks with this later.
However, before that, little Sam still needs to nod.
After all, it was little Sam who killed Mrs. Silla. Even if Froud helped patch up the wound in the end, in fact, even if he didn't patch it up, the demise would not stop. Mrs. Silla will also die after a while, but the speed is
It's just slower than before.
When Froude was thinking about how to get Little Sam to nod, Little Sam suddenly asked: "Master Thiessen, you know that Mrs. Silla will come to the castle, right?"
Seeing the obviously resentful look in little Sam's eyes, Froud didn't know how to answer.
"Yes." At this time, a clear and powerful voice sounded from the dark corridor in the distance.
Following the sound of footsteps, a man with red hair and golden eyes appeared in Little Sam's field of vision.
Little Sam looked at the visitor and said respectfully: "Mr. Pat."
Angel nodded, walked in front of little Sam, stretched out his finger to draw a little out of the air, and little Sam felt as if there was a rush of breath coming from his ears, and the dirt on the wound on his body disappeared in an instant.
After the wound became clean, another wave of warmth came, and the torn wound began to heal quickly.
"Is this a wizard's spell?" Little Sam stared blankly at the wound with sprouts growing out, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"It's a trick, not a spell. A level 0 cleaning trick and a level 1 healing trick. They are very simple tricks. You will be exposed to the basic tricks as soon as you step into the apprenticeship." Angel
After explaining the magic problem, he paused and said, "I can answer your question now."
"You want to know if we know that Mrs. Silla will come. Yes, we are very sure that she will appear, and we also know that you will become her hunting target."
Little Sam's eyes flashed: "That's why Mr. reminded me before, asking me to be careful and use my brain more when I encounter danger."
Angel nodded: "That's right."
After getting the affirmative answer, little Sam recalled Ada's sudden change of attitude before. He didn't think it was wrong at the time, but looking back now, it was a little strange: "Yada suddenly said he wanted to go back to rest. Could it be that..."
Froude: "We sensed that Mrs. Silla was about to appear. In order to prevent Ada from being injured, I sent a message to him and asked him to return to the room where the defensive magic energy array was set up."
Little Sam was silent for a moment: "What about me?"
Although it was just a simple rhetorical question, it was full of restrained emotions. If Flood were in Little Sam's position, he would probably be even more excited. Everyone knew the truth, but he was kept in the dark. This kind of grievance and
It is not easy to control your emotions when you feel rejected.
Angel smiled: "Didn't you already guess that the reason why you came here is to let you face Mrs. Silla directly."
"Why?" When little Sam saw Froud appear and pointed out "the real mouth is in her belly", he guessed: everything he did, his escape, and Lady Silla's pursuit
, in fact, it was all under the noses of Froude and Angel.
"So, am I just an actor in a preset drama?"
The change in Little Sam's eyes did not hide it from Angel. Angel also heard the hidden meaning in Little Sam's words. He was an actor on the stage, so what were they?
Angel gently rubbed little Sam's brown hair: "You are neither an actor, nor are we the audience to be pleased."
Although Angel just denied it with no basis, little Sam was inexplicably convinced.
Even though he believed Angel's words, little Sam was still a little depressed, lowering his head in silence.
Angel also understood little Sam, so he didn't care about his awkwardness: "Maybe you will be a little strange or even resentful, but it all stems from the words you asked me when we came here."
Little Sam: "What did I ask?"
"Don't you want to join the Savage Cave?"
Little Sam nodded blankly. He had indeed told Angel before that he hoped to join Mr. Pat's wizarding organization.
Angel: "You should have heard about the purpose of the orphanage when you are in the orphanage these days."
Little Sam continued to nod. Ada had said before that his and Sunny's role in the orphanage was to act as characters in the fantasy world of Dead by Daylight, giving the talented people an entry test.
Thinking of this, little Sam suddenly realized something and his eyes lit up: "So, this is about my trial? Can I join the Savage Cave if I pass the trial?"
Angel smiled and nodded: "Yes, congratulations, you passed. This is indeed a test, but it is slightly different from what you imagined."
"different?"
"You will understand the specific differences when you enter the Savage Cave."
Little Sam's eyes flashed with joy. He didn't care what the so-called difference was. What he cared about now was...he had entered the Savage Cave!
Although the process is painful, the result is good, which is already very good for little Sam.
Little Sam couldn't help but wanted to stand up and salute Angel. However, as soon as he moved, the unhealed wound immediately taught him a sad lesson.
Flood quickly stepped forward and helped little Sam: "You can't move now. If you want to express your joy, wait until the injury is healed."
"About Mrs. Silla." When little Sam was helped to sit down in a nearby guest room, Angel's voice came again: "It was taken away by Froude with a soul bottle."
Little Sam nodded and saw Mrs. Silla being put into a small bottle.
"This thing is of no use to you at the moment, but it will be of great use to Froude." Angel gestured with his eyes to Froude to step forward and explain.
Froude immediately stepped forward and made it clear that he needed Mrs. Silla's assistance in practicing.
After hearing this, little Sam was stunned for a long time before he realized that Froude was asking for his opinion.
"Although Madam Silla is a test, her appearance and her death are all caused by you. Therefore, according to the principle of distribution, her maximum distribution right is yours." Froude said.
According to Froud's own character, he actually doesn't know how to talk about distribution principles with a mortal.
However, little Sam is different. He is a near-spiritual body and has an unparalleled soul-based talent. This talent has the opportunity to attract special souls and special undead. This alone will make him, or Ada and Shanni, in the future,
It's of great use.
Nowadays, maintaining a good relationship in advance will bring you all the benefits and no harm.
Having been a slave for a long time, little Sam can clearly feel the sincerity and hypocrisy. Now Froude is sincere and candid. In addition, he does not rely on his status, but treats him as an equal. This makes little Sam very touched.
Some of the resentment that little Sam had left before has now dissipated.
He has read many records about the undead before, and understands that the undead will have no effect on him at this stage, or even in the long future. If they stay around, they may have extremely bad effects.
Angel was right, Mrs. Silla was of no use to him. Therefore, it was okay to hand him over to Froud, not to mention that Froude also promised to compensate him in the future.
Thinking of this, little Sam no longer hesitated and nodded: "I agree to hand it over to Mr. Thiessen. If it hadn't been for Mr. Thiessen's help before, I would have died."
Froude smiled and did not say, "Even if he doesn't take action, Angel will not let him die." He played with the soul bottle with a smile.
Angel patted Little Sam on the shoulder: "I will take Froud to practice first. You should stay here for the time being. There will be no more danger in the future."
After finishing speaking, Angel gave Froud a look, and the two of them quickly disappeared into the darkness.
To be continued...