After a day's rest in Wavranis, where the girls had prepared a lot of dry rations, the convoy set off again, heading south, where Marceau finally dismantled the tent as the temperature rose. The area where the commercial city of El Fasher is located is the hottest southern region on the entire continent, and the further south you go, the warmer it will become, so Marceau has already prepared his shirts and T-shirts. These are also the product of the player's reverse output, among which the T-shirt is very popular in the south of Sha'an, both the aborigines and the players, are satisfied with this light clothing made of two pieces of cloth, and in this scary world with no air conditioning and expensive mechanical fans, a cotton T-shirt and an ice mage are all that the vast majority of players in the south want to have all the most throughout the summer.

And the reason why the team is so prepared is completely because the south of the eastern continent is full of plains and hills, and it is not a problem for the convoy to run a hundred miles a day, and all the way south, the tropical air blowing from the south will quickly push the air up, so when the team arrived at Papalando, Marceau has begun to wear a short-sleeved shirt and leather cuirass - although the red dragon skin robe is good, this thing has a thermal insulation effect, and the effect is outstanding in areas with low temperatures, but once it reaches areas with high temperatures, the feeling is really only understood by those who wear it.

The girl also changed into all sorts of light clothing, and after buying a large amount of supplies in Paparando City, the Sword and Rose adventure group headed south again, and when the north gate of the commercial city of El Fasher was within sight, Marceau was already wearing a T-shirt and shoes, and the arm guard liner had been changed from fur to silk - only the Neurotic would use fur equipment in areas close to thirty degrees.

There was also a small episode when the carriage passed through the city gate, the city guards and the steppe elf paladins were checking the vehicles leaving the city one by one, which made everyone very curious, and with this curiosity, the cat girls immediately asked when they saw the members of the ally guild 'The Dead of Sarajevo' who came to pick up the car.

In the south. Kittens are a rare creature, as they hate hot weather, no matter how big or small, so the big men of the 'Dead of Sarajevo' immediately began to explain.

"Recently, someone moved the warehouse of the Prairie Elf Chamber of Commerce in the city, and the other party seems to be a very stakeholder. No one had found him, and the Chamber of Commerce seemed to have lost something very important to the steppe elves, so the whole city was searching. The mage said.

And his teammate, the fellow warlock girl, added: "I heard that it is a weapon!" But no one can say, after all, the steppe elves are very angry, and now the streets are full of steppe elf paladin squads, and the thieves' guild in the city has really fallen into blood mold recently. ”

"But so far, I haven't caught the real murderer, that guy really has a set, and even the legendary mage's prophecy spell can't locate him. Mr. Poet, who was the captain, shrugged his shoulders as he said, "All right." You've come from afar, and we've kept all those diaries in your hotel. ”

Mo raised his eyebrows quietly: "I'm curious, have you finished reading the contents of the diary?"

"Not at all, let's be honest, this diary is cursed, we found that one of the explorers team of these diaries was the first to discover these diaries, and then he directly mutated into an undead and killed everyone in one go. Then turned them into undead guards guarding the small cave, and luckily we were players. So after cleaning the cave, three more people who were not afraid of death tried to open the diary, but they found nothing but three more corpses on the ground, so no one dared to touch the diary again, until we found some information about Marceau's mother in the cave, which confirmed that this was a small base and treasure cave for hers. The poet said helplessly: "According to the principle of proximity to the task." We decided to inform you because we felt that no player in this game world would dare touch those diaries anymore except for you. ”

Ah, it looks like these guys should also know about the relationship between Sophie and Marceau through their own battle videos, since that's the case. Marceau took the lead in entering the hotel, came to the table and looked at the diaries, Marceau first made a gesture of attention behind him, then took off his arm guards, opened the cover of one of the diaries, and then the system jumped directly to a paragraph——' Dear players, you have come into contact with the Book of Curses, but your bloodline has helped you pass the identification of the Curse, the Curse has neutralized you, and these Books of Curses will become your personal belongings, you can lend them, but in any case, they will not leave you, and within a game day, they will surely return to you. ’

"Wow, it looks like we've got the right person, you're the first guy to open the diary without being turned into an undead, and you're sure to be Sue's heir. The poet had already hidden behind the door, poked his head out, and used his height to pass the girls and the dwarves to make sure that Marceau was all right, and then let his guard down.

"Marceau, are you alright?" Anne ran to Marceau's side and asked, Marceau turned her head and nodded, facing the little surprised girl, and gave a clear answer: "It's okay, I feel great, the name of these diaries is the Book of Curses, and I don't know their ......utility yet" Speaking of this, Marceau turned to look at everyone: "But don't worry, I haven't become a murderer." ”

As soon as Marceau finished speaking, he saw that the girls and the dwarves showed surprised expressions, and the players who had entered the door of the 'Dead of Sarajevo' withdrew from the door again, this time the poet poked out his head and lowered a musket that was clutching to death, and the cat cub who felt a little strange tilted his head: "What's wrong with you." ”

Twilight directly looked at the detection camp, and then nodded with a relieved expression, "I think you should find a mirror, Marceau, you don't know how scary your face is right now." ”

"That's right, I've got a mirror here, come on, come on. The poet who walked in the door again took out a mirror with a handle from his bag and threw it over, Marceau caught it, and then looked at himself in the glasses - the face of the kitten in the mirror had completely dried up, and the right eye, which had been very agile, was completely crystallized, and Marceau lifted the blindfold of his left eyepiece...... The soul fire is still pure white.

"It looks like the curse has intensified once again, but luckily it hasn't changed. Yang glanced at the long time beside him and said.

But Marceau seemed to find that Changjiu was a little unhappy, and he didn't know why she was pouting, and the cat cub could only grin at everyone, revealing the long fangs inside: "At least I don't need makeup to act in horror movies now, don't I." ”

"Marceau, you are not terrible!" Suddenly, Annie's dissatisfied voice sounded beside her, and the kitten turned her head to find the girl's face angry: "You are not terrible! Marceau is still Marceau! Even if I can't recognize it, I can smell your own smell! Marceau, you have to believe me!"

Slightly moved, Marceau nodded hurriedly: "Well, I believe what Anne said." ”

"Well! Anne's favorite is such a cheerful and confident Marceau!!" After Anne finished speaking, she slapped Marceau's left arm hard, and then the whole hotel saw Marceau's half arm 'click', which was directly broken by Anne and fell into the fire not far away, just when Marceau felt that she was going to be called Marceau with a broken arm in the future, the magical girl flame... Ahh

Marceau, who did not bleed and felt no pain during the whole process, caught the arm brought by Zhiqiu and tried to 'connect' it to the broken arm, and then saw that his dry muscles wrapped the wound, and within a few seconds, the kitten found that his arm could move, so he smiled and waved his hand to Anne, who was completely stupid: "Don't be afraid, isn't my hand good." ”

Then I saw Anne take a deep breath with a face full of grievance, and just as the girl was about to cry, a silence spell was pasted on Anne's face, saving the entire glass window of the hotel and the wallet of the adventure party.

Of course, Marceau was frightened enough, and hurriedly comforted Anne again and again, until the girl regained her composure.

Sending off the 'Dead of Sarajevo,' Marceau sighed inwardly, then turned and walked over to the long table - it was time to confirm what the Cursed Books were. (To be continued.) )