The glass separated from the sound and single-sided image finally rose to the roof of the car. The mechanical device hidden under the car made an extremely slight "click" sound that indicates that the passengers in the back seat are already in a hidden small space.

"Did you turn Olga into a druid?" asked Wilderger, leaning back on the seat cushion, his long legs were placed on the opposite side of the seat. The black soft calfskin boots stepped into the soft leather cushion. Our Lady blessed the garage and driveway of Sallieri Manor were always cleaned very clean.

"No, I'm just guiding." Alex denied that Wilderger's words would remind him of animal cakes? Could it be that this ignorant Necromancer thinks he has a lot of molds in his hand - Necromancercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercercerioncerion whatever he wants...Pinch the "raw ingredients" and knead them, stir and stir the eggs and baking powder and stuff them into the oiled mold...Bak them in medium heat for twenty minutes and take them out and it will be steaming...Der

Rui? If this method is really effective, the gods of the Torrel plane will be ecstatic - the lich is expressionless and then it will be advantageous to say that the lady of dance (Elistray does not habitually call the gods' names)? After all, the only memory of the undead for more than two hundred years, the silver priests have been described as "wearing aprons when cooking in light leather armor while hunting, and (rarely) armor when fighting."

Go deeper into the reason why those gods were so interested in themselves... The Lich trembled quietly and tried his best to eliminate this speculation from his brain and soul.

“Olga fears us.”

"Not fear." Alex was glad he did not continue to entangle in the druid's production method: "It was an instinctive resistance. A druid would not like undead creatures." He slowly opened a beautiful book in his hand. This action was interrupted by the extremely terrifying thought: "And she is not a complete druid now. If she can become a true guardian of nature as I wish, she would escape from a mile away from us - without calling Felicia."

"Oh" Wilderger lazily put his right hand into the air and jumped out of the ring and hugged one of his lover's fingers: "So you created an enemy?"

"It won't be more dangerous than Yell." A simple contract is necessary when the undead can manipulate her thoughts and behaviors and even erase her memory ability.... If Sid was the prince Lich who was unfortunately rescued by the mermaid on a stormy night, he could guarantee in the name of a semi-lich tutor. The little mermaid had no chance to get the deadly scissors from her sister: "The druid is the best place to replace Yelle at this stage."

Wilderger pursed his lips and pulled out a pistol from somewhere. The stainless steel gun body showed a texture that only ice cubes had under the light of copying the sky.

The lich noticed that Wilderger's eyes were slightly cold when he heard Yere's name - the teacher and friend companion who had accompanied him and Sid throughout his childhood and youth.

But Wilderger did not ask him about the whereabouts of Yere. He just checked the cold and heavy weapon repeatedly in boredom.

"We are the undead. To be precise," Alex slowly turned over the title page with colorful engravings: "It is a condensed body with negative energy. In some ways, it is no different from a highly radiant mineral directly exposed to humans - it is absolutely not conducive to the health of the living when they are always accompanied by a young age."

The Necromancer's tongue regretfully made a bend between his teeth. Of course he knew this - and also knew that by resisting negative energy, the Salieri family landmen might not be affected. But for them, it was chronic suicide - especially himself.

"We are going to stay away from the living, after all," said Alex. His eyes were staring at the book: "Many undead people still retain human memory in the early stages. It is difficult for them to realize this - the same is true for you and me (although I inherited Alex's memory) - tender steak, sweet juice, sweet wine, scorched bread, warm hugs of relatives, happy laughter from friends, sweet lovers' waists, innocent eyes... water flows through the flow, cotton cloth slips, wind blows over the head, sun shines on the exposed skin... but as time goes by, we will forget - or lose interest one day, because we no longer have new feelings to record."

…Wilderger smiled uglyly: “But I still remember it clearly now…How long can we remember it…The next St. South Asia Festival? What…that teacher hasn’t told you?”

"Well..." Alex thought carefully: "It will take about 1 year to 15 o'clock. It is not ruled out that those who are too obsessed with being too strong can last for thousands of years." He tenaciously half-lich mentor.

…1…15o years – that is to say, you can see the children of Sid’s children… The Dead Knight was silent and thought that even if he had passed a thousand years, he would not need to use this method to remind himself that he could be placed directly in the History Museum in Saint South Asia. He was not interested in becoming the guardian spirit of the Salieri family. He was satisfied as long as he could say goodbye to his parents, Aunt Sonia and Sid.

This number made Wilderger suddenly feel relaxed. His head turned around and held the pistol in both hands and placed it on the backrest of the back seat. He didn't worry about the pistol going to the torch and making a hole in the beautiful cushion.

Alex was very happy that he could finally put all his attention into the book. Unfortunately, he just lowered his head, Wilderger was tired of the night view outside the car window for a minute and turned his attention to Alex - the book in his hand.

"What book is this?" he asked excitedly.

This is a rare big book with at least four thicknesses of about half a foot. The cover is covered with copper edges. From the angle of Wilderger, you can see a small gold-burned cross at the top of the cover. He mirrored the scene in his mind and then saw the title of the book: "Legend of Pacinole?" The Dead Knight looked strange: "This is a fairy tale."

"Fairy tales often tell us more than the treasured historical books in the library." For example, the real events and mental disorders of the causal cycle of loneliness in Mother Goose... There are also experimental steps in nursery rhyme format in alchemy notes in the fifteenth century. The well-known "Great Prophecy Book" looks more like an imaginative narrative poem... Alex smiled and stroked the smooth parchment paper: "Humans will tamper with history books, but they will seldom tamper with fairy tales and folk legends... Besides, this is a perfect and exquisite book."

Just like the book in his hand: Pacinole - the Knight in search of the Holy Grail. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!