Caressing the cat, two clouds of gray-white smoke swirled, and in the starry perspective of the resting one, the moment the magic runes flickered, the cold and rich gray-white was being removed from the glorious figures and filled into bottles.

These are all civilians without magical powers, and ordinary culling will only leave indelible damage to their bodies, that is, even if they are successfully eliminated, they will not survive for more than a year.

But the dark One chose the mildest of methods, but at the same time the most costly.

For the first time, a smile appeared on his calm face, and it was a funny dark one.

"Thank you very much, Lord Baron. ”

After bowing respectfully, surprise and gratitude appeared on his face, merging into the growing crowd of civilians.

Lance also had a general idea of the group.

There were seventy-eight people in total, and basically all of them had labor, except of course for this white-haired old man who was the representative, or should he be called the village chief of Ino.

In fact, these are the people of a village, and unfortunately, the force of death has infected them, but even more unfortunate is yet to come, they are discovered by the Dark Cross.

There were 372 people in the village, and only these adults survived.

The cruel fate did not cut off the last way to survive, and they still had the strength to survive.

The bright red pupils returned to normal, "Village Chief Ino, please distribute these things." ”

"Yes, Lord Baron. ”

The abundance of food and water attracts more than just the hungry eyes of the civilians.

Lance could clearly see the greed that glistened in the eyes of those adventurers.

Of course, the one who noticed this was Ino.

"Lord Baron?"

"Don't worry, I'm here. ”

The old man's face trembled slightly, and the deep gaze that looked at Lance seemed to be more determined, "Yes." ”

The most important thing for a competent lord is to be able to defend his land, as well as his people.

"Boom!"

The black stone sword was inserted into the ground, and the clever position just separated the two groups of people, and the sharpness that was extremely inconsistent with the rough appearance stimulated the eyes of every adventurer.

A kind smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Everyone, please hurry, whoever can make me feel satisfied will be able to get a supply from Ino." ”

Applying both hard and soft is often the best technique.

To survive today, this group of adventurers will not be like those idiot-like adventurers in the troubadours, they are still very self-aware between momentary desire and life.

Greed is very consciously depressed, in exchange for a more detailed professional experience, since you can get something with a little effort, why fight like a fool.

The cat slipped into his arms, and Lance returned to his place, sitting down comfortably, and finally had a place to vent the feeling of weakness he had endured.

Seventy-eight people, in fact, each of them were no less infected than Raya was in at the time, and it is hard to imagine how this group survived.

Is this the great miracle of life?

Not.

After so many contacts, they finally made some discoveries, which was a very rare innate attribute, which suppressed the power of death while maintaining their only remaining life.

People who don't have the power of awakening magic don't have talents, which means that someone uses their talent and deliberately inflicts it on them.

It's hard to guess the intentions, but in this Ino village chief, this talent attribute is particularly strong, which is the main reason why he survived.

What details should he know?

"Your name is Lance, isn't it? ”

Sharp words interrupted thoughts, bright red pupils constricted slightly, and looked at the resting person who suddenly spoke, "I'm curious, how do you know." ”

Since entering the Land of the Dead, Lance has not revealed his real name once.

A rare, stiff smile was revealed on the face of the dead for the first time," he told me. ”

"Who is he?"

"I'm sorry, but he didn't want me to reveal his identity. ”

"Really?"

The existence of the Resting One, which exists at the grassroots level of the world, is most commonly abbreviated as the Mind Body.

The most amazing thing about life is not how it is born, but the thinking it has, based on the thinking behavior of the material level of the brain, after losing the material level on which it depends, it will not necessarily disappear, and some will be transformed into a kind of thinking body.

The undead are one of the best manifestations of this kind of thinking.

There is also the existence that is hidden at the soul level, at the grassroots level of the world.

It is imperceptible from ordinary perspectives, that is, the Resting Ones, who can be lifted to the soul level, can be touched.

The thinking body can no longer be seen from the perspective of people, they are not human beings, nor are they anything else, but a form of existence, without material and emotional blessings, they can only be said to be mechanical machines that are still in motion.

The world in which life exists is only a form of existence for this kind of existence.

This mind may have been floating around Reims since before it entered.

"If I'm not mistaken, you just used the life force. ”

"What, what's the problem?"

"I'm curious why a dark one would sacrifice his precious life force for a group of unrelated people?"

"What do you think is the Dark One?"

The sudden irrelevance of the question did not disturb the interest of death, "the irresistible dark desire, and the cold and cunning dark heart." ”

A very pertinent evaluation, it can be regarded as the unanimous impression of the dark ones on the mainland.

"However, I have never seen a dark one like you. ”

From the beginning to the present, what this dark One has done is not in his expectations, and the price of salvation and the reward demanded are not on the same level, especially for this group of civilians.

A strong rester can pay a staggering price, and Lance has spent that price on two problems and a group of civilians.

"Back to the question, can you tell me why?"

A low laugh came, caressing the cat, and the little one nested in his arms, and fell asleep in a very dependent appearance.

The bright red pupils scanned the rare smiles of the civilians, "I'm just doing what I want." ”

"Really, can you ............" followed Lance's gaze, the smile that stayed on those gray faces for a long time, and Death was even more rarely stunned.

"You're a stupid dark one. ”