Chapter 918: Lin En’s Love Luck and Unexpected Visitors
Linn paused while stroking his fingers on the robe.
The golden-haired woman cuddled up next to him, her face turned slightly, and she rested her head on his shoulder as softly as a bone. The soft and greasy aroma spread silently, and you could feel your heart swaying just by smelling it.
, body heat.
But Lin En could accurately identify the cold smell of the undead beneath the strong smell of spices and ointment.
"Nilda, I've thought about it, I don't need your protection." He suppressed his beating heart, straightened his left hand with the silver chain, and pushed the woman away:
"I am a necromancer, not a dead spirit. I am very grateful for your kindness, but instead of being with you forever, I would rather lie on the altar and have my throat cut open by the stone knives of you!"
"Why!"
Nilda's expression changed drastically.
The face, covered with gold powder and runes, looked mysterious and beautiful under the firelight. In an instant, it glowed with a faint green color, with a hint of dark black. The long, silky hair hanging down the back was raised high, and the ends of the hair were raised high.
It even began to expand, making a thin snake hissing sound.
The priestess trembled all over, raised her hand subconsciously, and lowered it at the last moment before touching Linn:
"Why reject me! I love you so much that I am even willing to enter the kingdom of our Lord with you and share the happiness of eternal life with you! It's not like you can't accept the dead! Isn't there that golden skeleton by your side?!"
"That's a partner... not a lover..." Linn's weak defense was lost in the angry questioning of the priestess:
"Who wants to marry their own skeleton..."
Nilda slammed the door angrily and left. Lin En was left alone to sit silently in the stone prison, sighing sadly:
He shouldn't think that he is level 9 and is strong enough. He heard that there are strange undead spirits here and wants to come and see them. Now it's better, the undead spirits have seen them and he can't run away...
Sure enough, a large number of mages are driven to death by their own curiosity. You should keep the mottoes of the predecessors in mind!
"I'm sorry, it seems you can only accept your fate with me..."
Linn stroked the space bag and whispered to himself. With the care of the priestess, his space bag was not even searched, but was sealed with force and nothing could be taken out. From that time on, the golden skeleton has been sleeping until
Now.
Fortunately, Mr. Trocca has been let go. I hope it can run far enough to a safe place and never look back. It can become a healthy and powerful monster and live happily...
Linn slowly lowered his head. Soon, he raised his hand again, and his fingertips continued to trace on the robe:
At the previous festival, there were still 35 runes he saw on the edge of the coffin that had not been analyzed. Although his spellcasting ability was blocked, his thinking ability and calculation ability were still there!
It's a pity. It would be nice if I could touch that transparent skull once...
Gretel didn't know that Lin En encountered such a strange love affair while he was in prison. At this moment, he and his team members were setting up camp in the wilderness and preparing to spend the night.
Cerela opened the mage's hut with familiarity, and took out a pile of pots and pans from the space bag. Bernard automatically and consciously went to collect firewood and prepared to cook, while Apa stomped hard with his hoof on the edge of the stream.
He stood on the ice, trying to dig a hole to get water.
As for Gretel, after looking around, he found a big tree with the thickest trunk and the longest age, and leaned against the tree with the black cat in his arms. He turned his head sideways and closed his eyes slightly, obviously lost in meditation.
Valensimo looked left and right. His teammates seemed to be very experienced in field travel. The camp was chosen to be in a sheltered place on the edge of the hills. The terrain was slightly higher, the land was flat and solid, and it was a suitable distance from the stream bank.
, nor block the passage of drinking water for wild beasts;
Although the dragged firewood was covered with a thin layer of snow, after shaking it off, the wood underneath was still dry. The hardwood was laid out in a triangle underneath, covered with pine firewood, and then covered with a layer of dead branches;
A circle of warning magic was placed around it, and the elemental power pulled up thin silk threads. Each silk thread was decorated with translucent bells, which would definitely ring as long as they were touched...
It seems that these people can live well even without him around?
Then what else do you want me to do! Lead the way, and others will walk in a straight line; negotiate, and you won’t meet anyone in the wild; set up camp and others will take care of it on your own...
no!
Be sure to show your worth!
Once you get the equipment and get your salary, you must show your worth to be worthy of the remuneration, and you cannot be a salary thief!
He carefully explored his surroundings. There were no suspicious footprints on the snow;
There are no unusual breaks, fresh hair or feces on the edge of the bush;
There are no scratch marks on the trunk of the big tree, nor are there any marks made by sharp claws...
Overall, this is a pretty safe campsite. You won't have to sleep until midnight and be woken up by something suddenly.
Valencimo returned to the camp satisfied but not satisfied. Then, when he saw the center of the camp for the first time, he couldn't help it:
"What are you doing? Stew in a pot?! No, such good meat!"
"You need to stew such good meat!" Bernard had already finished putting a layer of meat and was putting tubers into the big and deep pot. He raised his head when he heard this:
"Don't worry, the stew I make is the best!"
"But it would be a pity to stew such good meat in one pot..." Valensimo argued almost instinctively. He then came back to his senses and looked at Serreira:
"Ma'am, can you make an extra serving? I brought some lunch boxes, and the space bag can hold..."
Cerera nodded without thinking. Valensimo happily took out a pan, a round pot, a large stone slab, and a black spatula from the space bag. Then, he took out
A bunch of condiments are laid out in a row:
"These are oysters from Waltham Seaside. I heard from the locals that last year's oysters grew very well and were very fat. If you add some salt to these oysters and grill them on the grill, the juice will burst out!"
"This is venison brought and sold by the natives. The meat is a bit hard, so it's best to add some seasoning. Ah... the fresh berries just picked this autumn are so good..."
He skillfully sliced the venison into thin slices, mixed several berries together, and squeezed them with the hands of a mage. The juice dripped down and flowed on the venison:
"This sweet and sour pan-fried pork chop is my specialty. I am most familiar with the taste of each berry in every place and how to match it!"
"This is a pheasant that grew up eating fruits in the woods. Now is the fattest time. We need to clean its belly, fill it with corn, chestnuts and mushrooms, wrap it up and bury it next to the fire..."
He flipped his hands dexterously, and in a short while, three or four pots were set up on the fire next to him. Bernard, Cerira, and Appa, who had returned from drinking water, squatted in a row eagerly, sniffing the pots vigorously.
The aroma gradually spreads out.
Seeing that Serila couldn't help but want to catch it, the sound of footsteps on the snow suddenly sounded in the woods, and the young man's happy shouting:
"Hey, friend, can you share a little with us?"
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