Although Ajon was very young and strong, he was forcibly pushed and shoved by Mina and other slaves to rest, and Anna's health has not been optimistic recently, so Ajon has not had a good rest for two days, and it is obvious from the state in which he was working just now that he is a little inadequate.

There were a few sitting stones in the clearing outside the mine, where the slaves rested during their midday shifts, and Ajon had to sit and gasp for breath.

"My lord, drink some water, don't be too tired, Madame just sent someone to deliver it. A slave handed over a bowl of water and a piece of black bread, the water was clear, apparently Anna had just sent for it.

In the past, Anna dug out the well water and carried it to it, but since she became pregnant, this job has been handed over to other female slaves who do not need to mine, after all, a few buckets of water are nothing, at least to keep the tired miners in good health.

Ajon has always been in good health, and his body is tall and strong, and he only left Anna's share of the coarse wheat bread given by the elven court, and the rest was given to the children in the colony to eat.

The brown hair was wet with sweat and stuck to the scalp, Yajing Tieqing's face showed a smile, he took a sip of water, and laboriously tore off a piece of black bread and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Are little Ian and Cook alright?" he asked, looking up at the miner who handed the water. He didn't see the two teenagers today.

"Alas... Not to mention, the half-grown children are so desperate, saying that they want to repay Lord Ajing's kindness, they were tired yesterday, thanks to the water sent by Mrs., otherwise I am afraid that they will fall ill... Mistress Mina didn't let the two of them come, and rested at home. ”

In the colonies, illness often means death, and the Elven Court would not have sent precious medicine to two lowly human slaves.

"These two kids... What nonsense..."Ya Jing frowned, and tore off a piece of black bread and stuffed it into his mouth, "Send someone to bring them a piece of coarse wheat bread... It's better to get some hot water... Don't really get sick..."

"Your Excellency has mercy... But seriously, don't be too tired, we look like you can't hold it anymore..."The miner looked at Ajon with a smirk, they didn't want the Archon to fall ill.

Ya Jing is different from those previous archons, those guys rely on their identities to strictly guard them, a little laxity is a whip, they sit lazily on the side, and Qing Shui is even more extravagant.

Lord Ajon would work with them, even more than anyone else, and Lady Anna was a kind woman, and often brought them water to drink.

Moreover, the young Archon, like Lord Mina, was a slave who had grown up in the colony.

Ya Jing nodded vaguely, not wanting to continue with this topic, just quietly tearing the black bread in his hand and stuffing it into his mouth, the poor malt taste contains a lot of energy, but the taste is really not good.

The problem is that this thing is salty, it is said that it was invented by a wild elf warlock and was specially eaten by slave soldiers on the front line. Now issued as the cheapest consumable to slaves in the colony.

"It's unpalatable..."

The mine slave saw that the Archon did not respond, so he could only retreat in a huff, and he was more worried about the black bread in his hand, whether to pour a sip of water, and enjoy the leisure time of the lunch break.

At this moment, a hurried hoarse voice tore through the rare silence.

"Don't!

Ya Jing was slightly stunned, then quickly got up, picked up the shovel next to him and rushed towards the mine, this voice was very familiar to him, it was Stone, who had just become an adult, and Ya Jing always followed his ass when he was a teenager.

"What's wrong!"

Ya Jing yelled in his mouth, and rushed to the mine without even thinking about it, but don't make any mistakes!

"Ahh

The scene in front of him made him sit directly on the ground, and the hairs on the young archon's body stood on end, and the extreme fear went from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and even his heart almost went into arrest.

...

The little ghost woke up, gasping for breath, sweat wetting the soft pillow, making it wet, and his cute face turned pale, as if he had experienced some kind of fear.

The room was elegant, the light of Soon penetrated through the clear glass, filling the room, a potted plant on the windowsill, and gray-white edelweiss blooming towards the sun, holy and inviolable, the house where the little ghost lived in the first place of the Batesens Mansion.

He had a nightmare, but the memory of the dream faded quickly, and no matter how much he racked his brain, he couldn't remember the exact process, except that he was observing the last scene of the dream in an eerie third person.

It was definitely the scariest scene the little ghost had ever seen.

It was probably a shapeless mass of flesh, the dark red and tan colors of the skin seemed to have been sprayed by inferior spray paint, and the folds were covered with withered yellow slime, and the little ghost could even smell the fishy smell of his body in his dreams.

It emerged from an extremely small, dark hole, and its disgusting body surged towards several poorly dressed humans with shabby iron pickaxes.

The poorly dressed humans clutched the worn-out pickaxes in their hands, their faces full of fear, and the human in the lead stood bravely at the forefront, shouting and waving the pickaxe in his hand, as if to disperse the flesh monster.

But obviously, his attack had no effect, and he was quickly wrapped in the twisted and terrifying mass of wriggling flesh and fell directly to the ground, and the flesh monster quickly spread from his feet to his body.

The brave human struggled with all his might, as if he wanted to scream, as if to urge his companions to leave quickly, but his ribs had already been strangled by the monster's resilient skin, and the white bones were stuck in the alveoli, so that he could not make any sound.

The monster's body grew a little, enveloping the entire human in the folded skin, and countless tiny, disgusting dirty tentacles could be faintly seen sticking out of the skin, piercing into the human's delicate skin, sucking every inch of blood from his body.

Soon, the human at the front was devoured, not even the worn-out iron pickaxe in his hand was left, the strange monster's body wriggled and grew in size, its top skin cracked a hollow, and the cloudy viscous liquid dripped onto the stones in the mine, making a sizzling sound and leaving a white mark.

Éljen soká Abhoth！

Hoarse, twisted, terrifying sounds emanating from the cracked hollow at the tip of the monster, an ancient, weird, forbidden language full of mad power!

The little ghost's dreams came to an abrupt end, and he had a vague sense that the damned monster had something to do with the banished Old Dominator, its twisted body resembling the legendary Outer God who represented all filth.

The source of the Impure - Abujos.

"Hmm... Damn it... That's all I have to remember. The little ghost rubbed his temples, his skin was also wet and a little slippery, it seemed that he had really sweated a lot just now, he stretched his waist and twisted his somewhat sore neck.

The little ghost lifted his quilt, purple plum runes all over his naked body, flowing with incredible magic, he stepped out of bed and went to the window, enjoying the warm glow of Suon.

The little ghost stroked the leaves of the alpine edelweiss on the windowsill, the soft texture was real, it was the first time he had come into contact with a creature other than Gagil since his resurrection.

He could now master the movements of his new body, and while it still felt a little incongruous, at least he wouldn't have his feet collapsing the elemental soil.

The little ghost stared out the window for a moment, feeling his body warm, turned around and walked to the bathroom connected to the room, turned on the faucet, flushed his face, and looked at himself again at the newly added full-length mirror.

His regrouped body was much larger than before, and now he was 1.78 units tall in Iselmi, the height of an adult among humans.

But at the same time, the little ghost also has new troubles.

The slightly upturned hips and slender waist look like a young man's soft figure, and his slender arms and legs are also very well-proportioned, but the overall appearance is a little delicate, which is not what the little ghost wants.

The little ghost's skin was fairer and more pink than before, the texture was as smooth as clotted cream, and the long soft purple hair was more than a meter, hanging around the little ghost's well-proportioned thighs, like the most beautiful waterfall.

The impeccable face makes people a little unable to distinguish the gender, only feel that this is the most flawless creation in heaven and earth, but even the goddess of youth who symbolizes beauty in the elven god system is nothing more than that.

The Plum Rune stretched from the little ghost's forehead to his ankles, and the liquid flowing magic revealed more violent power, while coating the little ghost's flawless body in a strange and mysterious color.

If you look closely, you will find that the long horn on the forehead of the little ghost, which symbolizes the ghost clan, has changed, and unlike the previous pitch black, this horn has become white, like the purest ray of light on the high heavens.

His eyes were the same, the pupil in the middle of the purple iris was no longer pure black like thick ink, but a white more sacred white than the color of the Holy Light, holy enough to make any life that believed in the Holy Light kneel before the little ghost.

These are all symbols of the celestial realm, although it is not very obvious, but the little ghost is no longer a pure ghost race, his bloodline has been atavistic, and the little ghost even feels that he can vaguely connect with the lost High Heavengahara.

The little ghost touched his horns, he knew that this atavistic phenomenon would continue to occur, and by the time he broke all the seals, he would become a true Celestial Lord, and at the same time the only Celestial Realm Celestial Ruler in Isel.

"Perhaps... It's not bad either..."

The little ghost nodded in the mirror, stroked his body, and found that the slippery was a little greasy, if this kind of tactile sensation appeared on Vina's body, he could accept it, but he would never accept it on himself.

He rubbed his skin viciously, but the skin with great energy did not even show the mark of being rubbed red, and the little ghost only felt that his skin was as smooth as the most perfect satin.

The little ghost cleaned his body, the smell of sweat from the nightmare made him feel a little nauseous, not to mention that there was not a drop of water in Gagil's half-plane, only overflowing life magic.

It's good, but the sticky texture isn't very pleasant.

The sprinkler spilled clear water to drive away the dirt from the little ghost, which was the first time he had been dipped in water in two months since he was resurrected, and even a few years since his last bath, and the little ghost said he enjoyed the process.

Although he didn't really like the overly beautiful body, the faint wisp of elven blood in his body still didn't want it to have anything to do with dirt.

"But... That dream... What does it portend?"