In the dimly lit room, neither Downton nor the Banshee of Death spoke, quietly looking at each other.

This is a girl of about fifteen years old, with an innocent and lovely taste on her immature cheeks, but between her eyebrows, she has already revealed a little bit of a country and a city, and when she becomes an adult in the future, she must be a beauty who can make many kings crazy.

The eyes are large, beautiful like sapphires, with the haze after tears, which makes people feel pity, the bridge of the nose is straight, and there is a freckle that is about to fade, and the thin lip line is slightly pink because of the light bite of the white teeth.

"Don't look at me like that!" the banshee was nervous, her slender index fingers twisted together, and her gaze avoided Downton's gaze, making her want to escape, but the door was blocked.

"I've seen such a timid and shy Banshee of Death once!" the Grimoire flew out, revealing the text.

The banshee was thin and visibly malnourished, wearing a Victorian-style white slip dress, blue and white striped over-the-knee socks on her legs, and a pair of pink round scalp shoes on her feet, sweet as a piece of cake.

"Don't look!" the banshee suddenly reached out and clutched it to her chest.

"I'm not interested in poached eggs!" Downton didn't pay attention to the banshee's breasts, but when she said this, his eyes subconsciously swept over.

The slightly raised arc, like a budding flower, coupled with the fair and slightly transparent skin, is absolutely full of lethality to some strange uncles.

"You're the poached egg, your whole family is poached egg!" The banshee is coquettish, her voice is ethereal, and she doesn't have the soul killer style of the Banshee of Death at all, but she looks like the girl next door who is being bullied.

"How long have you been here?" Downton didn't want to waste any more time, perhaps from the Banshee of Death, he could find out the origin of this dungeon.

The banshee's face stiffened suddenly, then she became lonely, floated to the corner, hugged her knees, and squatted down.

"Hey!" Downton felt like a badass.

"I don't remember, anyway, it's been a long, long time, so long that the little vine vine has grown from a seed to crawling all over the city, and it's been long enough for Tia to collect all the stones here and pile them up in the back garden!"

Downton sighed and sat by the door, if he was still on guard against the banshee's sneak attack just now, then now, he has lost any intention to fight, this girl, like a little swan away from home, has no threat at all.

There was silence in the bedroom for a moment, and Downton did not speak until the girl stopped sobbing.

"Where's your home? I'll send you back!"

"Really?" the girl's face was full of surprise, but after a moment it turned into a pained expression, "Hey, where is my home?"

"What's going on?" Downton wrote, asking the Grimoire.

"She's a naturally reincarnated death banshee, missing some of her memories from her lifetime!" "Homer lamented, "I don't know who killed this girl, but she's undoubtedly lucky not to become an ugly ghoul." ”

Downton nodded, he knew that the natural reincarnation rate of the Banshee of Death was 1 in 100,000, which was very rare.

"The Banshees of Death are born with a strong affinity for magical energy, plus they have a long life to squander, as long as they want, they can become magicians, and they are still soul physiques, and when they are promoted to the highest level, they can be completely exempted from any physical attacks, except for magic and divine magic, other attacks will not cause damage to them at all. Homer was amazed, "This is a natural race of magic!"

"I know that the Death Banshee Legion of the Undead Clan is a powerful mess, and has the reputation of being the No. 1 Magic Legion in the continent!" Downton has read the war history brought back by Elaine, and there are many classic battle examples recorded on it, "The strongest six-generation Banshee Legion in history once relied on powerful long-range magic projection firepower to connect the twenty-three main cities of the Human Kingdom in one day!"

"Yes, so the Banshee of Death was born a nobleman, and she was sent to the Academy of Military Magic for training when she was a child, you should be really glad that if you meet a Banshee of Death in another place, you will definitely die. Homer reminded Downton, "Don't think that with more ghoul meat shields, you can run rampant in the dungeon." ”

"Don't cry, your eyes are swollen!" comforting the Banshee of Death, Downton began to tear down the door and build a wooden pile to prepare for a fire.

Although the girl cries a lot, she stops quickly, after all, she is used to this loneliness.

"Ahem, what are you going to do?" watched Downton light a bonfire, leaving the room full of smoke, and the Banshee of Death hurried to stop it.

"Barbecue, make dinner, do you want to eat something?" Downton didn't know the habits of the Banshees of Death, but they shouldn't reject food.

"No, it's disgusting!" the Banshee of Death looked at the bloody pieces of flesh, and seemed to dislike the smell of blood, and drifted away a little.

"Hey, you're a banshee, okay? Why do you look like an undead creature!" Downton was depressed, "If I had a choice, I wouldn't eat this!"

"Eat, by the way, you wait!" the girl floated out, this is the talent of the Banshee of Death, a levitation technique that she has learned since birth, and does not consume any magical energy.

"Looks like your dinner is settled. Homer exclaimed, "It's a good thing that I didn't leave just now, otherwise I wouldn't have met such a special death banshee." ”

After only a minute, the Banshee of Death floated back with a clay pot in her hands.

"Honey, I collected it, it's delicious!"

The Banshee of Death shoved the clay pot into Downton's hand, blinking her big pretty eyes and looking at him expectantly, like a girl showing off her new toy to her friends.

"You're an evil undead creature, don't you want to be so cute?" Downton thought in his heart, unscrewed the lid, looked at the golden honey, and took a sip.

"How's that????," Death Banshee asked eagerly, circling Downton.

"It's sweet, Xiexie!" Downton licked his lips and wrote on the tome, "There will be bees in this dungeon of death in Weishenme?"

"What's the fuss about, even in the dead plane, there are countless plants and insects, do you think it's all stone?" Homer made up for Downton's common sense, "You're lucky, this should be the honey collected by the ghost bee, but it's supremely delicious, in the human realm, an ounce costs more than 10,000 kindlands." ”

"So expensive?" Downton was frightened, didn't he drink a lot of money in this sip just now? In the past fifteen years, he has not saved enough gold coins.

"Ghost honey has the effect of calming the nerves, strengthening the body, and restoring magical energy, which is a good nourishing product, not to mention that this kind of bee only builds its nest in a dark environment, and it is too difficult for humans to collect honey. ”

Homer estimated that the jar of honey weighed five pounds, enough to save a little food, enough for Downton to last for half a month, but the next second, he made a move that surprised it.

"What are you doing?" Looking at the jar handed over by the young man, the Banshee of Death was puzzled, "Doesn't it taste good?"

"No, this ghost honey is too valuable, I don't have a giveaway. Downton blushed, he was not a man who liked to be greedy and cheap.

"This is called ghost honey, you are so knowledgeable!" The Banshee of Death folded her hands and put them on her chest, her eyes were full of stars, and she looked at Downton adoringly, "I don't want a giveaway, you can drink it if you like, it's gone, I can pick it again!"

Downton laughed dryly, feeling so embarrassed, he was a poor ghost, and he couldn't even give a meeting gift.

"By the way, you wait!" Downton remembered that there were wildflowers in the yard, and quickly ran out, picked a handful, and made a wreath.

"It's so beautiful!" the Banshee of Death floated behind, looking at the flowers and couldn't help but admire.

"For you!" Downton put a wreath on the banshee's head, and with a head of black hair, it looked like an oil painting, and it couldn't be more beautiful.

The banshee blushed and lowered her head, her two index fingers twisted together again, this was the first time she had received a gift from a boy, and she was nervous.

"Next time, I'll give you a nice gift. Downton found a few more grass stalks and made a lifelike grasshopper.

"It's so pretty!" Holding it in the palm of her hand, the girl blew a few breaths and giggled.

A smile appeared on Downton's lips, and he remembered Elaine.

In the past, the family had no money, and my sister was very envious when she saw that other girls had toys, but she was very well-behaved and never asked for it, so Downton used grass stalks to weave all kinds of small insects for her to make her happy.

"Celestia, my name!" Death Banshee felt that today was the happiest day of her life, "Xiexie, your gift!"

"My name is Downton!" Downton didn't realize until now that Celes was talking to himself, and her lips hadn't moved at all.

"It's the Banshee of Death's innate soul communication magic, otherwise you think she can understand Frankfurt?"

"There are three humans in that inn, you have to be careful, they are bad guys, they will definitely kill you!" Downton, as a man, really couldn't say anything about asking Celes to help collect the magic stones.

Banshees can collect gems, collect honey, and of course search for magic stones, and maybe have a lot of inventory.

"Well, if it weren't for the fear that you would kill my brother, I would never have come out. Celence looked scared and sad, knowing that she was an undead and would be destroyed by humans as evil creatures.

"Brother?" Downton listened, but there was no movement.

"Well, over here, be careful!" said Sereth, drifting towards the roof.

Downton followed, climbed the ladder, and through the tattered window, saw the Death Knight lying on the bed.

"War Tier?" Homer was startled, as soon as the magic detection was released, two green flames suddenly appeared in the other party's eyes.

Downton's scalp was numb, a high-level death knight, that combat power was at least not lower than the fifth order of war, even if the strongest Robinson came, it was an instant explosion.

"Run!" Homer projected a text, urging Downton to escape before the Death Knight came out, or he would surely die

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