"Gah?"

……

The pure male duck's voice sounded innocent, and at the same time it seemed to be full of caution and flattery.

It's like playing the piano to a cow, so Bernie is speechless for a long time, and he really doesn't know what to say.

At this point, his perspective was above the duck.

Because you don't actually see it with your eyes, the duck with a pinch of white feathers on its tail that catches your eye below is exuding a gray sheen.

That is actually the light of the spirit, that is, from the perspective of the present, he can see the strength of the target's soul.

But that didn't make him talk to the duck......

Bernie therefore decided to retreat.

He didn't reply to the other party's "greeting", and after one last glance at the duck that had been swaying in the village at midnight, he began to slowly fade into the night around him.

Eventually, Bernie's perspective returns to the cabin in the Black Mist World, a dimly lit environment that seems to be lit by candles forever.

Bernie was still sitting in the high-backed chair of the cabin, his palm resting on the first page of the condensed black parchment.

A black mist like a sticky glue glued his palm to the yellowed pages of the parchment, and Bernie's experiment was largely a success.

That's right, success.

Although it is not possible for a duck to communicate with him normally, this does not affect Bernie's ability to use that perspective to start a conversation with him.

This is evident from the actions just now.

You know, the ability to look down on each other from a distance and communicate with them like the one you just had was previously only available after Bernie and the target had signed a trade contract.

However, in fact, he just added a friend with the other party, and he already has the power to chase the past along this connection-

The rune sequence corresponding to the Black Parchment Book is the friend system in the player's body, and after using the Black Mist World, Bernie also has this system after reproducing it.

Then, using this book, he not only had a normal conversation with the player, but also expanded the original talent of the infernal creatures.

When he was in the world of black mist, Bernie could have indirectly used some abilities that only the devil of hell could use, such as responding to other people's sacrifices and calls, and even following such calls.

It's a kind of bargaining contract, where people receive some reward from the devil through rituals and sacrifices, and then accomplish some kind of purpose.

Now, however, instead of making a pact with the duck, Bernie has made a "pact of friends", and he has done the same, and can talk to him in that semi-advent way.

It is equivalent to simplifying the traditional art of the devil, and only need to constantly "add friends" with people, so that he can dialogue, monitor, and trade in this way.

Or to put it another way, normal hellish creatures can only passively wait for the call.

And now, he can take the initiative......

Slowly detaching his hand from the black parchment, the sticky "glue" connection was gradually broken, and finally completely dissipated.

Looking at it, there are some brief messages on this page-

[Game Nickname: Ben Fairy Meng Da]

[Race: Duck (male, white-tailed)]

[Rank: LV3]

[Communication: ...... ］

……

The final communication clearly recorded the conversation Bernie had with Observer No. 1 as a vest.

Although the conversation was brief, it contained a lot of inconsistencies.

But it was enough to give Bernie an idea of what era the world on the other side was.

However, he didn't think much about this problem, and instead planned to continue experimenting with whether this "friend system" could extend more capabilities.

So Bernie turned the book back to the title page, picked up the quill, thought for a moment, and then wrote a passage on the blank page of the page—

[Name: Vader Goss]

……

[Race: Human (male)]

……

[Apply to add the continent of Leia, the northern territory of the Kingdom of Pharos, and the second son of the Sinclair family, 'Eleanor Sinclair', as a friend]

……

The inn called Giant's Grip, at the crossroads of the wilderness, is not very well accommodated, but the food prepared is not bad.

When Bernie got up early the next morning and went to the hall on the first floor for dinner, the waiter at the inn brought hot bread, eggs, cheese, and lemon tea.

In the middle of the hall there was a whole lamb roasted on a stone-enclosed bonfire, and although it was actually for lunch, it was now possible to ask for a few pieces of roast lamb if you wanted to.

But the regular breakfast alone had already filled the partition table, because breakfast was for three, not just Bernie himself.

This also made the travelers dressed as merchants next to them can't help but complain, "Lennon, why does Woolf come to live with you several times a year, but never enjoy this kind of treatment?" ”

"As long as you can pay for the lodging fee of five silver coins per person, I can cut a roast leg of lamb for you right now."

Not far away, the thin old man leaning against the counter, wiping a wooden cup with a rag, snorted in response.

So the merchant obediently closed his mouth and ate the hard bread with honey water.

The three people who were talked about didn't pay attention to the situation, or rather, except for the brown-haired and blue-eyed young deacon, the other two didn't seem to be in good shape at this time.

"What's wrong with you?"

The overall condition of the Giant's Grip Hotel is already simple, and it has not yet paid attention to the preparation of knives and forks.

So Tracy tore a loaf of bread vertically into two halves, one half for a plate, the other half into small pieces, and ate it piece by piece with cheese.

At the same time, he was still scanning the two people sitting across the partition table with a puzzled face—

Bernie didn't look like much, but his expression was slightly dazed, his eyelids seemed heavy, and he yawned occasionally.

Eleanor, on the other hand, now looked really abnormal, with a languid face, a blank look, and a blond hair with a neatly combed shawl that looked messy like straw at the moment.

"I don't have anything to do, it's just that the thunder was too noisy yesterday and I didn't sleep well."

Bernie replied nonchalantly, his eyes glancing at a wilting Eleanor.

Tracy was also looking at the blonde boy.

Ever since he met Bernie, he had been used to this decadent appearance of not waking up every morning, but it was really unusual for Elinor to be like this now.

In response, Elinor sighed and said, "I didn't sleep well either...... Or maybe I didn't sleep at all last night. ”

"Why? Same as Bernie? ”

"Not really."

The blonde boy said, scratching his head in some annoyance, "I don't know why, after living here yesterday, as soon as I fell asleep, I would dream of a very ugly old man running up to me and making me his good friend,......"

"Ugly old man?"

The young deacon frowned when he heard this, "Do you remember some specific details?" ”

"I remember it when I first woke up, but now I basically forget it, I just remember that his name is Vader Goss."

"Did you agree?"

"Of course not, why should I make friends with an old man......"

"Good."

The young deacon nodded when he heard this, "Your choice is very correct, some resentful spirits can sneak into our dreams, if you really agree to it, then I have to hold an exorcism ritual for you." ”

"Wraiths?"

The blonde boy's face turned pale when he heard this, "No, it won't be, right?" It's just an ordinary old man, how can it be a resentful spirit? ”

"Then why do you dream of such an ordinary old man as soon as you sleep?"

"This ......"

The blonde boy couldn't explain the reason, so he had to choose to believe it, but he still couldn't understand it.

"But why am I haunted by the spirits?"

"Now it's time to go back and check your family's family tree to see if there is an ancestor named Vader Goss, and if there is, then it means that there are some special circumstances in the cemetery of your ancestor."

This made the blonde boy a little dumbfounded.

He has the surname Sinclair, how could he have an ancestor named Vader Goss......

"Also, is there anything else?"

"Or maybe there's some evil hidden nearby."

Tracy said, gesturing to the bustling lobby of the hotel for breakfast,

Traders, peasants, messengers, and even nobles......

Many of the figures located in the hall have been staying in the hotel one after another because of yesterday's heavy rain, and their presence makes this humble hotel seem vibrant.

It's just that this didn't make the blonde boy much better, but he was terrified by Tracy's words.

"If you inadvertently look at someone who is possessed by a ghost, or even a person possessed by a demon, then it is possible that such spirits and demons will sneak into your dreams."

As he spoke, seeing that the blonde boy was a little pale with fright by his words, the young deacon added with a smile.

"But I don't think there's anything dirty in the neighborhood, because if that I don't find a trace, so when you go back, check your family's genealogy to see if there is an ancestor named Vader Goss, and if so, find his grave and ask the priest to dig up his body......"

He began to explain what to do to make this resentful spirit disappear forever, and the blonde boy nodded repeatedly.

On the side, Bernie was slowly chewing a peeled white egg, with no expression on the surface, but actually muttering secretly.

There is indeed a devil nearby, but you will not be able to find it.

And to stop this devil's trick, in fact, all you have to do is make it clear that you refuse to be friends with him, and you don't have to be so troublesome......

But......

Why is it a very ugly old man?

Bernie frowned unconsciously.

Is the image random?

According to those few keywords written down?

He had a vague guess.

But this is a trivial matter, and it is obvious that he can also use the "friend system" to add non-player beings as "friends".

This is obviously convenient......

As he was thinking, there was a sudden scream of terror outside, only to emerge and turn into a dull whimper, as if the person who made the sound had his mouth covered.

It's just that even so, it's enough for acquaintances to hear who made this sound-

The stableman who is responsible for feeding the horses.

The innkeeper at the counter not far away walked out scolding.

However, it was not long before a short scream was heard, and a fresh human head was thrown into the hall.

His hair was gray, his rolling path was stained with blood, and on closer inspection, he still had a distorted expression of anger and horror on his face.

That's the innkeeper who just walked out!

Seeing this, the merchant who had been complaining to the boss about the food problem immediately slammed the table, and his face turned red.

"Lennon is above, killing innocents indiscriminately, aren't you afraid of going to hell!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a crossbow hidden in his bag, and the other four merchants at his table also moved.

The wild is not peaceful, and it is impossible to be a simple person who can be this kind of merchant who sells goods everywhere.

However, when the group of people stepped into the hall of the hotel, the faces of the merchants changed.

It's just that a few guys who walked in weren't people at all.

Pointed ears and a long nose, blood-red vertical pupils, and overgrown facial hair......

They're xenomorphic freaks with wolf heads!

But unlike the savage brutes, these werewolves are still wearing knight plate armor with excellent defensive power at a glance......

"We're not here to fight."

The first snow-white werewolf said this slowly, and while wiping the blood stains splashed on the armor with a handkerchief, it seemed that there was no sincerity.

The merchants were not simple enough to believe it, and did not hesitate to raise their already wound crossbows and point them at the leader.

At the same time, the others in the hall stood up one by one, swords, daggers, short bows, maces, and even scythes for mowing grass......

The sound of metal grinding and colliding came and went, and as far as the eye could see, dozens of weapons were all pointed at the dozen or so werewolves that came in.

Although some people showed fear on such occasions, and even trembled in their legs and stomachs when they stood up, no one asked for details, let alone a fight to ease the atmosphere.

Such a concerted situation had not been discussed in the slightest before, but it was not surprising that this kind of thing happened.

The reason is not that the beheaded innkeeper has any good popularity, nor is it that the people here have a grudge against each other against this group of werewolves.

Rather, it is because xenos generally feed on humans, and werewolves in xenomorphs especially like to eat human offal.

In the face of such a group of man-eating beasts, the two sides are already natural opposites, but now that they come up, they are naturally ready to do it directly without nonsense.

It's just that in the face of this number of humans, who are several times larger than their own, the group of thick-haired freaks grinned one by one.

"Unless they have the strength to crush their bodies, adult werewolves are very difficult to kill."

At the partition table near the door, the young deacon Tracy's face was solemn at the moment, and his voice was very low,

"Only piercing their hearts with blessed silverware can end their lives."

"So we're ......," Bernie said, looking at the other man.

"You're right," Tracy nodded slowly, "I'm not a professional witcher, and I don't have this kind of silver on me." ”

"I don't think anyone else here will ...... either"