said that the fat merchant had only one breath left, then he really only had the air in, not the breath out, brushing away the hot air smoke and dust, only to see Gregory's fat body half-buried in the ashes, his face was like gold paper, his breath was like a gossamer, and he was about to return to the arms of death.

Being able to add a performance to his boss's performance, Roger was naturally not so concerned about Gregory's life or death, so he put aside his shirt and studied the soul residue that had been purified by the evil spirit.

But Andre, as a loyal dog, was all about the fat merchant, and as soon as the evil spirit's reaction disappeared, he anxiously went to check Gregory's situation, only to pull Roger away and see the fat merchant on the bed half-dead, the loyal squire's heart was already half cold.

Gregory, who had been tortured by the curse for a long time, was already weak in his body and bones, not to mention that after the 'purification' just now, he was even more tortured at this time without a human form.

The pale vines that had just wrapped around the evil soul body were ignited by Roger's magic, and the carbonized residue after the cauterization still carried a little spark residual warmth, all of which fell on Gregory's body, and the hot ash almost burned the fat merchant's body with a few pieces of good skin, which made Gregory not only emit a disgusting smell of burning, but even mixed with a small stinging sound similar to the cracking of grease.

Seeing this, Andre hurriedly used magic to brush away this layer of deadly hot ashes, and opened the floor-to-ceiling window sash to disperse the suffocating turbid smell, and the cold wind blew in at night, which cooled the heat of the last bit of magic in the room.

Under the ashes, the fat merchant's skin was already scorched and burned, and the carbonized tissue was mixed with the residual ashes, and the cool breeze from magic gently peeled off the scorched shell, and the white flesh and bones underneath without a trace of blood were exposed to Andre, Roger glanced at it and sighed cold- Gregory's chest and most of the skin on his arms seemed to have been stripped of a layer by life, but only pale yellow blood was oozing out of the bright red wound, and every time a piece of scorched shell was peeled off, the fat businessman's appearance became more and more hideous and terrifying.

And in Andre's slightly rough 'first aid' process, the fainting Gregory didn't even react at half a minute - those peripheral nerves that sensed pain turned into char along with the roots of the vines parasitic by evil spirits.

To be honest, this infiltrating scene was not actually unexpected by Roger, or rather, Gregory was blessed enough to die, and it was not turned into charcoal on the spot, knowing that those vines that were spawned by the energy of the undead and exuded a natural aura were really difficult to deal with.

For Roger, at best, it is only a first-order, slightly tricky evil spirit, but for Gregory, the evil spirit born of this curse is like a life talisman, and the vines with both life and death characteristics are rooted in the flesh and bones of the fat merchant, gradually eroding and decaying his body and soul, like maggots on tarsal bones.

Fortunately, now that the parasitic cursed skeleton has been uprooted, neither the potion nor the blessing will be taken away by the weird curse, and it may be able to recover after a period of recuperation, but it may not be easy to return to the level of a normal person.

While Andre was busy, Roger twisted a handful of soul residues in his fingertips, rolled his eyes, and asked in a somewhat mocking tone, "Speaking of which, what did you provoke?" This kind of curse is not like the method of a dark wizard, but like the method of some undead monarch, and it is not a curse of the instant death type...... You guys are traveling to the Necromantic Underworld, and by the way, which undead monarch's wife has been abducted back?"

Needless to say, as soon as this guy put on this look, he asked knowingly, and he didn't think of it for the first time when he collided with this weird cursed evil spirit, and he couldn't think of it after it didn't make sense, after all, there are not many existences that take into account the attributes of nature and undead, and only the elf can be related to the fat businessman.

It's just that even if he knows, in line with the principle of seeing through and not telling, Roger doesn't intend to explain, just according to Roger's temperament. The ins and outs of this matter always have to be asked, but while Roger distracted Andre with his gags, he was actually very curious, and he really didn't know where this fat man provoked that elf As for using such a method?

And most importantly, where did that elf learn all this mess of magic?

Mr. Roger said with a smile, "For Roger's 'doubts', Andre could only smile bitterly, "Your Excellency has presided over the Linghua Chamber of Commerce for so long, there will always be one or two enemies, in fact, Lord Gregory has suffered a lot of plots over the years, but I didn't expect someone to do such a vicious trick this time." ”

Andre was also wondering at this time, which family was the black hand this time, it seemed that he couldn't think of Elwei for a while, maybe when Elwei was taboo, he showed natural magic, and this curse was undead magic at a glance, and he couldn't fight with the elves with eight poles, just looking at the surface, who would have thought that the personable elf was actually an undead?

However, this matter really can't stand up to scrutiny, and Roger diverted the topic without a trace: "I don't know, forget it, the guys in the shadow realm are always a little weird...... In short, it is important to save your master's life first, his life energy is basically drained, and he needs to be replenished as soon as possible, otherwise even if he can survive this hurdle, eighty percent will be a waste. ”

After listening to Roger's diagnosis, Andre replied with some embarrassment: "This is ...... The precious healing potions were all kept by Lord Gregory himself, and now he is in this state......

"Healing potion? Forget it, with his current body, how can he withstand the destruction of magic potion, in this case, he usually goes to the pastor of the church...... Forget it, I'll do it. ”

Halfway through speaking, Roger remembered that the gods of the Holy Light Church had been banished to the White Stone Castle in peace, although Roger raised his hands and feet in favor of the idea of the rest official, but the lack of priests is sometimes inconvenient.

As for Linda, who was eager to try on the side, Roger directly ignored it, this dead fat man is a vacancy in vitality, and then let my sister, your half-hung Holy Light Divine Technique come lightly or heavily, and the people are gone.

"Your Excellency Personally...... Could it be that Lord Roger will make a magic potion to replenish his life force?"

Even if he knew that this young man had brought too many surprises to himself, but realizing that Roger might make magic potions, Andre still had no way to hide his surprise, after all, unlike the magic model that was biased towards actual combat and therefore simplified countless times, the complexity of the solid phase magic theory increased almost exponentially, without more than ten years of accumulation and precipitation, half of the people couldn't even figure out the difference between the solid phase magic circle and the magic model.

"Making magic potions? That's not it," Roger waved his finger and denied it quickly, "It's just simple herbs, but you need to use some magic plants to absorb the natural elements in it, so there are special requirements for techniques, and this is what I got from a guy back then......"

Speaking of this, Roger's tone lowered slightly, but he quickly returned to normal: "The magic potion doesn't need to be too precious, the only requirement is to have a larger amount, and it really can't be made up of your special product 'Cuixue' to rest in peace." ”

"No, no, there are ready-made medicinal materials in the manor, and the key to the medicinal material warehouse is for me to keep. ”

"That's no problem, let's go over now, while it's still early, if there are any missing materials, we still have time to rush back and buy them back...... Relax, your master's life is so hard, it will be fine for a while. Seeing Andre's anxious look, Roger gave a rare comfort, but we don't know how much water is in this sentence.

After confirming that Gregory was not in danger of his life for the time being, Andre was obviously a lot more relaxed, his brows were slightly relaxed, and he hurriedly hung up the heavy cotton clothes that he had not had time to take off, and then took the lead in going out with a candle to guide Roger and Linda.

Because of the curse suffered by Gregory, Andre dispersed the original servants and attendants of the mansion, and there were only two masters and servants in the huge mansion, coupled with the reputation of the haunted house, naturally no one visited, and the magic crystal lamps on both sides of the corridor were simply turned off by Andre, no one cleaned them, and it was already covered with a thin layer of dust, even if it was lit, it was gray.

"After such an experience, I guess no one will dare to come over for a while, tsk tsk, this fat man's mansion has become a famous haunted house? There was only the sound of the footsteps of three people in the quiet corridor, and Roger thought of the horror movies he had seen before, and his mind began to think about it.

After circling around the central axis of the mansion for a while, just when Roger had begun to doubt his sense of direction, Andre stopped, pointed to the stone gate beside him, and said, "Your Excellency, this is it, because I often do some magic research here, so the location is relatively quiet and remote...... Come in. ”

Opening the old-fashioned metal padlock, Andre pushed open the door of the research room and stood aside, giving up the place to Roger and the two, seeing the situation inside, Roger looked a little disappointed, there were no dazzling treasures in the sight, only clusters of well-sorted herbs and utensils, which made Roger who was planning to rob the local tyrant very depressed.