"Smack"

Caught off guard, Jack slapped Roger on the back of the head, hitting Roger and staggering, and the skeleton man patted his hand bones, and said angrily: "Tell me human words, don't be like your flesh man's god stick, all day long." ”

"It's the same as how much better you are than me. Roger touched his head and muttered, he hadn't forgotten the rather middle-second line when he went to wake up Jack earlier.

Having said that, Roger still took out the two bottles of potion from his arms, and under the dim light of the tunnel, the surface of the lilac potion sealed in the crystal bottle was covered with milky white foam, and it shook slightly, and the liquid flowed into a beautiful halo.

Holding the potion, Roger said leisurely: "I really can't tell the effect of the magic potion from the dark wizard, those guys with pit brains make potions all by their own temperament, except for the maker, the conventional way can't know the effect contained in it, and I'm afraid that the crystal diffraction devices needed to identify the unknown potion can't find one in the entire necromantic underworld." The dangers of using unknown potions are disproportionate to the benefits, which is probably why Tom readily agreed to the deal. ”

"But," Roger, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, pulled out one of the flasks, reversed the angle, and showed the bottom of it to Jack. Seeing that Jack was confused, Roger helplessly pointed to a small mark on the bottom of the bottle, which was a symbol of a vertical pupil wrapped in a triangle, and the peculiar thing was that it only appeared in front of the observer's eyes at a certain angle.

"Although I can't distinguish the effects of the strange potions from the dark wizards, I know this magic potion from the pan-continent. ”

"So this mark ......"

"That's right, this is the symbol of an unknown potions research society in the pan-continent, its audience is very narrow, it has not become one of the big research societies, few people know about its existence, because it only produces such a potion - Emerald Dream!"

Roger shook the small bottle, causing the potion in it to stir up more fine white foam, "Although the name is very high, it actually contains a second-order magic, the sleeping technique, and the effect of the magic is to make the creatures whose mental power value is below a certain threshold within the magic range fall into a deep sleep. ”

"From the point of view of the description of magic, the technique of sleeping seems to be a very useful magic, whether it is useful for combat, assassination, etc., but in terms of practical effect, it can almost be directly ranked among the most useless magic. ”

"The mental power of the professions higher than the second order is partially immune to the spell of sleep; the warrior knight profession in a combat state is also immune to it for unknown reasons, and some scholars speculate that the possible reason is that the strong physical strength temporarily increases the value of the mental power; as for the priests and priests of the major gods, they are even more famous for being completely immune to the magic of the illusion system and the spirit system, so the possible audience of the sleepiness technique is only a few groups of people, including mortals, assassins below the second order, rangers and other professions. Of course, these are for humans, and those extrahuman races are not included in the experimental data. ”

Roger roughly explained the effect of this magic potion, Jack nodded as if he didn't understand, and then pointed to another bottle of potion and said, "What about this potion?

Hearing Jack's words, Roger rolled his eyes, "How is it possible, I guess this bottle of 'Emerald Dream' is probably mixed with those dark wizards' potions when Tom looks away, after all, even if the effect is not good, the 'Emerald Dream' is more than enough to deal with ordinary people, and the group of nobles in the Pan Continent are famous for their love of playing tricks on this kind of small thing, plus the annual output of that Potions Research Society is very scarce, just such a bottle is estimated to be at auction for no less than 100 gold langs." ”

"As for the other bottle, which is just for the sake of making up the numbers, Tom has said that he can exchange two bottles, wouldn't it be strange if I only took this bottle of 'Emerald Dream'. ”

"There's some truth to that. The fire in Jack's eyes flashed, and he didn't continue to ask, which made Roger breathe a sigh of relief.

In fact, Roger didn't pick another magic potion completely at random, although he didn't know the exact magic effect contained in this potion, but he could vaguely sense the fire tendency of this potion, and to put it less awkwardly, it contained fire magic that was biased towards the dark side.

This subversive perception is naturally the result of Roger's reset, the index finger of his right hand, which gives Roger the ability to distort reality, to perceive the tendency of things to move.

Specifically, anything that has been touched by Roger's right index finger can be perceived by Roger to follow the trend of cause and effect development after a period of time, just like a fallen leaf may wither back to its roots in autumn, or it may be made into a bookmark, this ability has a unique advantage in the identification of certain magical items, and it is also one of the few practical abilities brought by resetting creation.

"Then it's okay, I'll go back first. Roger put the bottle back into his arms, and was careful not to let the unknown potion collide, which made his shirt look bulging, "I have to prepare some equipment to cross the Black Storm when I go back, and I can't sleep today." ”

In the shadows, Skeleton Jack snorted, the pale soul fire trembled violently, and he hesitated again and again to speak, "Do you need me to tell the rest of the tunnel?"

"Hey, big brother, don't mess around, your previous set of activities to welcome me was so scared that I didn't dare to close my eyes for half a month, and my little heart can't stand it again, I ran for my life this time just to get rid of you." Roger turned around and shook his hand, half-jokingly, then thought about it, and still said, "Besides, except for you and Jerry, I don't have any acquaintances in the tunnel, and Tom the 'mouse' barely counts half of them, and it makes no difference whether I can walk or not, if you really want to send me, then you can call Jerry with you tomorrow." ”

"It's okay for others to say, why don't you go to little Jerry's by yourself," Jack said dissatisfiedly, "Since he came up from the mine that day, he has been hiding at home every day and not going out, how the hell did you tell his 'dumb' to lose this?"

When it came to this, Roger bluntly turned his head away and responded very embarrassedly: "No...... I didn't say anything, I just euphemistically and implicitly expressed the possibility that the 'dumb' person was swallowed by the necromantic energy of the well. ”

In Jack's contemptuous eyes, Roger could only spread his hands and said: "Don't look at me like that, I don't have a problem, I can't make it a big living person, it's already a fact that the 'dumb' disappeared into the mine, Jerry knew it early and knew it was not like this?"

After that, Roger patted Jack's shoulder obscenely, but his face was full of serious expressions, "Anyway, the task of calling Jerry will be left to you, of course, it would be better if you could persuade the four major to become Buddhas empty, I don't want that kid to hold my leg and cry tomorrow and let me stay." ”

"What are you saying inexplicably. Jack wordlessly patted Roger's hands on his shoulders, but still agreed, "We'll call Jerry tomorrow, so let's do it." ”

Roger made a gesture and turned to walk in the direction of his home, tonight he had to pack up a considerable part of his equipment to deal with the black tide outside the tunnel, and it must be another sleepless night.

Seeing Roger's thin back disappear in the darkness, Jack lowered his head, the soul fire in his eyes jumped repeatedly, with a slight ghostly light, and it was extremely terrifying for a while, "Pan Continent, I can finally go back......

The skeleton's whispered voice was unintelligible, and the syllables could only drift in the darkness for a few turns, before disappearing into the deep tunnel.

Following

The whistling black wind swept day and night, carrying a large amount of sand and gravel to sweep everything, cruelly engulfing all the creatures still active on the surface, and even the demonic beasts active in the black wind would temporarily avoid the edge during this time. The periodic black winds, together with the thick clouds, form the most vivid symbol of the desolation of the Necromantic Underworld.

The black wind blows and all living beings are dormant, which is the best portrayal of the tunnel in the past few days. No fool would go in and out of the tunnel in such weather, and instead of being attacked by the wind and sand at the mouth of the tunnel, it would be better to sit in the tavern and drink a few glasses of ale mixed with water to pass the time.

On such a day, a bloated figure dragged a long wooden plank to the door of the tunnel, and when he looked closely, there was a small burden on the plank, which was the fool Roger who had cleaned up all night and was crossing the black wind.

With more serious dark circles under his eyes, Roger looked around the entrance of the cave without much energy, looking for Jack and Jerry's figures, and the black wind wrapped in fine sand blew on him like a knife, "What about them, they won't bury themselves in the sand again and want to surprise me." Roger, wrapped in thick canvas and fur, muttered to himself, confused.

Now Roger may not be able to recognize even if Jack sees it, except for the eyes, almost all places on Roger's body are tightly wrapped, even the eyes are blocked behind the crystals that are ground into lenses, this kind of outfit can ensure the safety and comfort of traveling in the wind and sand to the greatest extent.

As for the long planks that Roger dragged behind him, it was a specially treated wooden climbing plow, which was also prepared for advancing through the sand.

"Wait, huh, what about Jerry?" Roger finally saw Jack's thin skeleton hurrying over alone, and couldn't help asking.

"Jerry is missing!" said Skeleton Jack hurriedly, not taking a breath.

"What, again?"