In the cafeteria of the undead, the little fat man is restless, and he really can't imagine what kind of meal Uncle Andrew, who is an ogre, will make. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Little fat man, don't worry, Uncle Andrew's cooking is still very good!" Solo looked at the little fat man who was constantly shaking, and said helplessly. Solo is naturally able to understand why the little fat man is in this state, the identity of the ogre will make people think of some bad things, but this does not mean that the food cooked by Uncle Andrew is not delicious.

At least Solo thinks that Uncle Andrew's cooking is still very much in line with his taste, and Solo likes it very much, otherwise, Solo would not always come to Uncle Andrew's place to eat together. What's more, now that the ingredients used in Uncle Andrew's cooking are all from high-grade Warcraft, the taste will naturally be better.

"I really don't have to worry! Uncle Andrew is an ogre, does he think that human flesh is the best ingredient?" The little fat man is very timid, when he was a child, the little fat man heard a lot about the ogre's opponents. You must know that in the continent, whenever children are disobedient, their parents will say to them, 'If they are not obedient, they will be eaten by ogres', which makes ogres feared by many people in the continent.

No, even the little fat man with a not simple identity was very panicked when he first faced Uncle Andrew, the ogre. Not to mention, Uncle Andrew, who is now a chef, has to prepare meals for Little Fat Man and Solo, which naturally makes Little Fat Man think of many terrifying scenes.

"Are you so pretending, you're thinking too much!" Solo said softly, but the little fat man's imagination was too rich.

"It's not that I think too much, it's just that!" the little fat man retorted.

While Little Fat Man and Solo were talking, a figure walked into the cafeteria and sat down on the table next to Solo and Little Fat Man.

The little fat man who was talking to Solo no longer spoke, but carefully tidied up his clothes, put aside Solo and walked towards the table next to him.

"Hello, can I sit here? There seems to be no place left. The little fat man asked very gentlemanly, looking at the still empty tables around him as if they were nothing, and a seemingly sincere smile appeared on his face.

Looking at the little fat man in surprise, Solo wondered how the little fat man could seem to be a different person, raised his head to look in front of him, but found that the little fat man had left the table where he was and was standing in front of the table next to him.

Seeing the figure sitting there, Solo knew in his heart why the little fat man had become like this, it turned out that his goddess had arrived.

Yes, Taylor came to the cafeteria, and Taylor, who stepped off the arena, seemed to be the shy Taylor he was before, with his head down and not daring to talk to the little fat man.

"Silence means yes!" After speaking, the little fat man sat down directly.

The little fat man noticed Solo's gaze, looked at Solo, and waved his hand to Solo casually, signaling Solo not to hinder himself from picking up girls.

Pulling his gaze back, Solo wasn't that gossipy, and he didn't want to know about Chubby and Taylor. However, now Solo has finally discovered another advantage of the little fat man, that is, the little fat man has a thick skin.

If Solo was a little fat man, then Solo wouldn't do it, first of all, Solo didn't have any other thoughts about Taylor at all, and secondly, Solo just wanted to improve his strength quickly now, and didn't want to waste too much time.

Next to him, the little fat man's voice kept coming, and what made the little fat man helpless was that Taylor didn't respond at all!

The pursuit of not getting any response will undoubtedly hit the passion of the little fat man very much, but the little fat man does not seem to have any changes, as if he has infinite energy, and his mouth has been babbling non-stop.

Shaking his head, Solo couldn't believe that this was still the little fat man he knew, when did the little fat man become so chattering. Without Taylor's response, the little fat man was about to confess everything that happened when he was a child.

No longer paying attention to the affairs of the little fat man and Taylor, Solo thought about what he had to do, and the most important thing was naturally to enter the sea of spirits to enhance his spiritual power, so as to complete the thirteenth magic compression.

His eyes fell on his wrist, and Solo looked at the black wristband on his wrist, which looked very exquisite, and the mid-level magic props seemed to be not bad.

Feeling the magic item that he was rewarded by the academy, he tried to input his magic power into it, but the mentor did not tell Solo about this magic item, so Solo could only try it himself.

The magic was absorbed by the wristband and did not react in any way, much to Solo's surprise.

More mana poured into the wristband, which was absorbed by the wristband again, but the wristband still didn't respond.

With a slight frown, Solo no longer injected his mana into the wristband, but called out to the system in his heart, believing that the system should be able to help him a little. Since he didn't understand what the function of this wristband was, Solo would naturally ask for help from the system without hesitation.

"System, what does this wristband do?" asked Solo softly in his heart.

"Magic wristband, an intermediate-level magic prop, can store one-third of the mana of an intermediate-level magician!

Some information appeared in Solo's mind, and Solo understood the name and function of this magic item, and the wristband that can store mana still looks very good. At least, in Solo's opinion, the magic wristband is a must-have item for necromancers.

Necromancers need to consume a lot of magic to release undead magic, and with a magic wristband, Solo can naturally release more undead magic. Unleashing more undead magic means that Solo's strength will be even stronger, which naturally makes Solo very satisfied.

Retracting his gaze and knowing the role of the magic wristband, Solo tried to bring up the magic he had entered into it. In a moment, a wisp of magic power poured out of the magic wristband and returned to Solo's body, and Solo did not feel the slightest discomfort.

"Very nice. Solo muttered softly, satisfied. Without hesitation, Solo continued to input his mana into the mana wristband, and this time Solo's input mana was very fast. A moment later, the mana wristband was filled with Solo's magic power, and it contained a full 5,000 magic points.

The loss of 5,000 points of magic power has left a lot of vacancies in Solo's body, and Solo is somewhat uncomfortable. It's just that this is in the cafeteria, and Solo naturally can't meditate and cultivate here, so Solo can only suppress his urge to meditate and restore his magic power.