Ever since discovering that Dracula had undergone a strange change, the Lord was really puzzled.

"Hiss~" The old white tiger couldn't help but gasp, covering his heart and looking overly frightened.

He had the impression that Dracula should be a strong and good man—a fast swordman, a horse, a strong bow on the school field, an enemy killed, a head chopped, and a gulp of spirits. But the man in front of him was clearly a beautiful man who could not distinguish between male and female, with delicate skin like fat, curly hair shining like gold, and pupils as pure as ruby blood. Unspeakable evil, inexhaustible handsome.

Looking closely at the facial features, it is not difficult to see the shadow of the past, which is why Buckland will recognize Dracula's sister. But the change in the overall temperament is not as simple as earth-shaking. It's like Thutmose, even though he looks like a dragon, but one can't help but suspect that it's a goblin disguise.

"You, you...... Is it some strange vindictiveness? Anne was drinking milk, but she was choked in her throat all of a sudden, and she coughed for a long time before she reluctantly said.

In the legend of the elves, there was an ancient elven court official who blindly practiced his fighting spirit and got into problems, and as a result, he turned himself into a woman. There are some non-mainstream groups trying to recreate the legend, but no one has been heard of yet.

"It's not. Richard told the story as it was, focusing on the part where Dracula had a heart injury and replaced the Magic Stone of Destiny. He felt that nine times out of ten, the problem was in the magic stone of fate, but he couldn't figure it out.

"The Destiny Stone shouldn't have this effect, at most turn him into a Blood Knight. The lord smiled bitterly, "And Elder, you touch his forehead." ”

Buckland reached out and put his hand on Dracula's forehead, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "What a low body temperature!"

As a naturalist, Lao Baihu also dabbled in medicine. Although Dracula's forehead is not as cold as ice, his body temperature is significantly lower than the normal range, and it stands to reason that hypothermia should have been lost a long time ago. This body temperature should only belong to a corpse that has not cooled down after death, and should never be present on a living person.

"But I didn't feel anything uncomfortable. Dracula's voice has also become very delicate, melancholy and somber, which is very much in line with the most sought-after San Jose aristocratic fashion today, "On the contrary, the strength and reflexes have improved significantly compared to before." ”

He reached for a plate on the table, barely noticeable with force, his thumb and forefinger as if they were breaking a biscuit, easily breaking off pieces of crumbling pottery.

"How do you compare to your adults?" Buckland asked curiously.

"That'...... That's still almost. Dracula hasn't had any expression on his face since he took off his mask, like a piece of ice that will never melt, and it can be called extremely cold. At this moment, he actually had palpitations on his face and stumbled twice, but he showed a bit of a living atmosphere.

"Is there anything else out of the ordinary?" Anne's face was full of curiosity, and the change in the other party's appearance made the chick very envious. The skin of the half-elf is also very delicate, white and red enough to make human girls jealous to death. However, compared to the color of Dracula's almost pure white marble, it still looks yellowish.

"Fear of light, the sun to be exact, the moon and candles don't matter. ”

"And the amount of food is very small, but you don't go hungry at all, and sometimes it doesn't matter if you don't eat for a few days. ”

"I slept endlessly, and a few times I slept all day, and if someone hadn't told me to feel like I could go back to sleep. ”

Every time Dracula said something, the faces of everyone present became more solemn, and all of this sounded too strange and completely contrary to common sense.

"And I've done experiments. Richard knocked on the table to make everyone look at him, and broke out the most weighty revelation, "Dracula will be hurt by holy water now!"

"Hiss~" a gasp sound.

Holy water will never cause damage to pure flesh life, so being able to be damaged by holy water is enough to prove that Dracula is no longer pure flesh life.

"Fear of the sun and fear of holy water...... How does that sound a bit like the undead?" Buckland said with hindsight.

"yes. Richard smiled wryly and nodded, of course he had already discovered this.

"But I'm clearly alive. Dracula pressed his heart, closed his eyes and felt the incomparably reassuring ups and downs with his sense of touch. A constant, powerful, steady heartbeat, though surprisingly low in frequency, is at least real.

There was an embarrassing silence, everyone exchanged strange eyes, and no one spoke for a long time.

"I've found that as long as I have anything to do with the undead, one thing is more evil than the other. The lord scratched his scalp, and the many abnormalities he encountered on this trip out made him have no clue now. It was like a miasma of fog covering up the truth, and no matter how hard he tried to keep his eyes open, he still couldn't see through it completely, and this feeling made him very uncomfortable.

"And you can't scratch your tongue when fighting the undead, and even if you win, you won't be able to get much information in the end. ”

"Actually, it's not necessarily that it can't be ......," the old white tiger crushed the soft beard on his chin, thoughtful.

"Do you mean torturing the walking corpse?" Richard nodded pretendedly, "Well, I'll have to consider whether to use a soldering iron or a whip." ”

It is well known that the vast majority of undead spirits are close to nothing, similar to a stone or a tree branch. Expecting information by torturing the undead is as boring as expecting a stone to speak. Anne and the lord looked at each other and giggled, both of them thinking the joke was funny.

But Buckland didn't laugh, he looked up at Richard, "I mean, why don't you ask Thutmose?"

"Even if he wasn't the soul of the undead dragon, at least he witnessed the whole process as a bystander, did you ask him?"

"That's right!" Richard slapped the table, as if he had woken up from a big dream.

Thutmose is the soul of the second head that the golden dragon is brewing, and as a flower blooming on the same branch, there is a natural soul bond between him and the main soul, and the sight and knowledge should be shared!

The inertia of the mind is like a piece of window paper, once pierced, it can no longer cause obstacles, so Thutmose is once again in focus.

"Speak quickly!" Gunther, who had been immersed in eating and silent, finally had her fill and slapped the table with a fierce look. Then he turned his head to look at Richard, his face full of flattery: "Boss, let him say something?"

"Why did you become an undead? Why did the inhabitants of Winterfell become undead, and why did the undead never show enough strength to destroy the defenders?"

Richard asked three questions without hurry.

"Yes, say it. Gunther picked up a toothpick and picked at the shredded flesh between his teeth. Looking at Thutmose, it's like looking at a dish.

The dragon soul wandered restlessly in the crystal, opening its mouth several times but closing it again, and finally did not say a word, silent as if dumb.

Richard raised an eyebrow in surprise.

A fragile ghost like Thutmose possessed no trace of soul power could not stabilize the cycle at all, and life should have been as short as a floating in the twilight of life, and there would not even be a trace left after dissipating.

But Thutmose was lucky, he was the soul of a dragon, and that dragon died and left behind the dragon crystal.

It's hard to say whether the dragon origin in the dragon crystal can give humans a new life, but from any point of view, it is too suitable for Thutmose. Relying on Long Jing, he can not only survive, but even continue to grow. So for him, Long Jing is the door of life and death.

Richard didn't even have to bother, as long as he took the dragon crystal to the midday sun, Thutmose would definitely die, and he had no power to fight back.

Based on his limited knowledge of Thutmose, it may have been because he had died once, and he was terrified of being eternally drowning into darkness. If every life in the world has its own specialty, then the specialty of this product is that it is particularly afraid of death.

Therefore the lord pointed to the east, but he did not dare to go west, and the lord beat the dogs...... This really doesn't help, Nehru's fireball technique is no different from the sun to him, it's all deadly.

It is really surprising that Thutmose, who is so afraid of death, will also have a secret that he does not want to tell.

"Is it something that terrifies you, too?" Richard and Buckland glanced at each other, both recognizing each other's concerns.

No matter how much Thutmose is afraid of death, he is also a dragon soul. The dragon's vision and insight do not weaken with the weakening of strength.

"Actually......" Thutmose pondered for a long time, and finally looked up at Richard and said slowly, "There is actually only one answer to your three questions, and that is the 'Book of the Dead'." ”

It is not difficult to judge from the tone of his voice that the word Book of the Dead has an extremely heavy weight in his mind, and just saying it requires determination.

It's a pity -

"What is the Book of the Dead. "A half-elf chick who only wants to make money in business, doesn't know anything about it, and is still taking a small bite of sweet milk.

"A magic book with a hundred and ninety types of necromancy. "Richard has a rare opportunity to show off his knowledge, so he will naturally not let it go.

"Necromancy?" Anne said indignantly, putting down her glass, "the Empire didn't crack down on the makers, and the expensive taxes paid by the merchants must have been wasted." ”

"They want to, but they can't. The lord rolled his eyes.

"Why?" looked at Anne's expression, she must still be distressed about the taxes.

"Because of the limited level of magic, there is no way to travel back to the Titans for the time being. Richard said quietly.