In the dark swamp, there are a few glowing lights.

Lan Ressa laboriously reached into the mud under the water, groping her way.

As a matter of fact. Lan Ruisha's eyes were fixed on the fluorescence in front of her. If it weren't for Elf Linda telling her.

She didn't even think of those small fluorescent creatures that resembled bees, Martha. You can actually gain experience. It's just that the consequence is that her hand is already swollen.

It's just through these. The experience gained by the small creatures. But it is very little, and it can only be better than nothing. It adds up.

But there's one more. Good news in a bunch of bad news. That is, through the Holy Light meditation yesterday, she could also gain experience.

Lan Ressa did the math. If the light meditates through the Holy Light. Then she probably needs. You don't eat or drink for three whole days to gain experience for upgrading to level five.

But she meditated all day yesterday, and it took more than two hours to gain 70 experience. But from. However, from level 3 to level 5 requires a full 2400 XP.

It was impossible for Lanressa to just sit there and meditate.

There's no way those people can't let her go there and serve the adults. Unless she's a waste that has no use anymore. But waste is discarded. Especially here, no one is going to raise a single waste.

No one knows. Maybe one day you'll be thrown there. In the swamp in the back, no one will care about you.

Lanressa will touch out the sparkle. Thrown into the basket behind him. No one noticed Lan Resa's small movements.

Not far away, four tall appearances resemble slime. A stitch monster with a foul stench and a disgusting liquid flowing all over its body. Armed with a huge axe. It's no wonder if these weak humans are fishing.

There are only sutures in their heads. And those disgusting bugs in their heads. Basically, there is no ability to think.

As long as they don't run away, they don't do anything out of line. These, monsters with almost no intelligence will not care.

These stitching monsters are basically the product of those ritual summoning failures. Because it is too weak to withstand the impact of breaking the boundary during the summoning process.

And then torn apart by space. Then it could be a bunch of limbs that come in. Even if he was alive, he was half-dead and had lost the ability to fight. That's no use.

But something like that. Albeit a product of the failure of ritual summoning.

However, after all, these are all from the abyss, and at least there is a little bit of it. So there are other uses.

After all. The blood also contains a trace of abyssal aura. It is a good choice to write abyssal or hellish script.

Those grown-ups are going to squeeze these things dry, the last bit of value. Even the rest of the stuff, the grave keeper called Nelson, was unusually interested.

These things are from his hands.

Although these things are useless to the adults of the Dark Order, they move slowly, and their attack power may not be as good as their small spells.

But this ritual of resurrection did attract their interest. So in the future, those things were brought to Nielsen after they were disposed of. Let him continue his research

And for now, these stitching monsters are also playing their own value. At least for the execution of commands. In this regard, it is indeed meticulous and resolute in its implementation.

But every time Lanrissa saw this, Nelson always had a weird feeling.

It always felt that this man was different from the adults of the Dark Order, he gave people a rotten, rotten feeling. It's like what came out of a coffin in a cemetery. Small white flowers. Mushrooms that grow. There is silence, but there is this horror behind it.

It is said that he was, before those people came to this place. Here he is. Has always been a grave keeper of the Dark Church. Isn't it normal for someone like this to have their own hole cards? Not to mention him, even those adults, who knows their depths.

Lan Ruisha persuaded herself in her heart. What do you want to do so much. Who knows the grown-ups. What kind of strange spells. In case someone will resemble the Harry Potter world. What about the kind of soul retrieval spell that resembles the old man with a white beard. Isn't it all about to be discovered?

It's like there is a saying, "A man's fearlessness comes from his ignorance." ”

No, how can this sentence be the opposite. Lan Ruisha felt so stupid. Doesn't that mean you're ignorant? , I obviously didn't mean that. But the more you know, the more timid you are to do things. How can that be, be cowardly before fighting.

Suddenly, Lan Ruisha's eyes froze, and she smelled a bad smell, from far and near. "Stitch Monster." I said silently in my heart, what's the matter, I don't have anything out of the ordinary. How could this stitch monster come in my direction?

Lan Ruisha tried to lower her head, her hands nervously touching the spinel in the mud, trying to make herself not only noticeable, but also unnoticeable. For fear that the suture monster will notice himself. Let's not talk about whether I can beat this thing or not. Just say that you have exposed your strength, and you can't explain it.

The stitching monster walked slowly towards the girl, clearly the female thing. Didn't pick it up properly. That red thing. in the basket behind her. Less than others, a little bigger. Despite it's in the brain. I can't figure out why it's standing here. Why. That female thing. Less than others. I just want to attack him. But the master's order is absolute.

Suddenly, the stitch monster felt a hint of irritability, a breath of disgust. It's just annoying. Even more annoying than predators. By the way, what are the predators. The question had just crossed his mind.

To kill, they deserve to die. Whispering. Discord, chaotic consciousness, occupies the already small brain of the stitching monster.

The two apprentices of the Dark Order were still chatting when they saw a stitching monster waving wildly. Got up, his big axe. The two girls didn't have time to dodge and were struck in the back and waist all at once. Poured into the water. The blood scattered all at once.

A smell of rust permeated the air. It seems to have stimulated the madness of the stitching monster even more.

Lan Ruisha's heart was full of nervousness, and unknown fright. All she could feel was her heart beating. This was death, the first time she felt so close, that someone was dead, right in front of her. She didn't know what to do, as if she had to wait for death. Waiting for death, it's not a game.

"Ahh She ran as hard as she could. Run, that's all she has in her head. Run, run hard, run as hard as you can.

There was chaos all around, the screams of the girls, the blood, the green spell fluorescence that flew by from time to time, and the insults of the men.