The warm and delicious food turns Barrett from a cold, numb zombie back into a living person.

But the feeling of the living is not good, exhaustion and soreness come out of all corners of the body, and drowsiness and sleepiness blow the horn of attack. The last bit of strength in his body was concentrated in his stomach, eager to create more reinforcements from there. But it always takes time for reinforcements to arrive, and at this time, even the brains of the barbarians are almost lost.

Barrett leaned back in her chair and hiccuped gracelessly, in a trance. The lips of the white-haired guard on the other side opened and closed, as if to say something to him.

But the words, after knocking on his eardrums, did not enter his mind, but echoed in his ears over and over again, and there seemed to be a hint of a girl's childish, crisp voice, but this did not attract Barrett's attention.

I need some more wine to sober up, he thought.

"Wait a minute. Barrett interrupted the man across from him, and raised his hand to the tavernkeeper, "Give me another drink." Then he turned back to the white-haired guard, "I'm sorry, what did you just say your name was?"

"Rupert, Rupert Everey. The other party smiled and replied, "Your face doesn't seem to be good, are you hurt?" Do you need to call a doctor for you?"

"No, thank you. Healers can't control this, but if it's a mage, there are many ways. Barrett took the rye beer from the tavernkeeper's hand and took a hard sip.

Alcohol brandished the flail and began to charge, banishing the exhaustion from the brain and temporarily taking over there. Barrett feels a little better.

"Why?" the guard named Rupert raised his eyebrows, showing a moderate curiosity, "What kind of injury doesn't need a healer, but a mage......?"

"yes, as you guessed, a little magic damage. Barry nodded and admitted, there was nothing to say.

"It's no small feat. The white-haired guard said, "Ordinary people like us don't have the innate magic resistance of mages. ”

"But it's not serious, you'll be fine after a few days of rest. The barbarian is very confident in his body, "It is not often said that everything in the world is contaminated with magic, and the difference between ordinary people and mages is only because we have not reached the line of qualitative change. After this injury, maybe I'll become a mage too. He joked and drank half a glass in one gulp.

"To be able to inflict damage on an adventurer like you, the opponent's strength must be very good. Rupert said heartily, "Is it caused by the Demonic Beast? Around the Three Leaves City, if you succeed in killing it, I will help you apply for a reward." Believe me, Baron Erro, who is in charge of the city's defense, is never stingy with this. ”

"No, I didn't kill it. Barrett took another sip of his drink, and the scene around him blurred in front of him.

In a trance, he felt as if he had returned to the sealed town. The hearty laughter around them turned into the painful groans of the dead, the warm sunlight was gone, and the cold moonlight poured in through the window.

The guards who were drinking and chatting also became skeletons in armor, and the white-haired elder sitting opposite him was also replaced by the appearance of Viscount Fried. The eyes, hidden under the griffin's helmet, shone with an icy blue light once more......

Barrett shook his head vigorously, and the view returned to normal.

"You mean that the beast is still alive?" Rupert clenched his hands, showing a little anxiety, "This needs to post a notice to inform passing travelers to stay safe"

"No, it's not alive. ”

"But you just said you didn't kill it. The white-haired guard pointed out the holes in his words.

"Yes, that's normal, because it's dead in the first place. Barrett felt a dull pain in her brain, and the alcohol seemed to be starting to fail. He took another sip.

"Dead?" said the other side in surprise, "and then hurt you again? ”

"It's simple, because it's undead. Barrett put one hand over his temple and said, "They're all undead, all of them!"

"You've met the undead?" the white-haired guard realized, "where are they?" The kind smile on his face was gone when he heard the word 'undead'.

"It's too complicated, and I don't know very well. I'm an adventurer, and I'm only in charge of completing tasks, so if you want to know the whole thing, ask Mage Alvin yourself. Barrett drained the last bit of wine and beckoned the tavernkeeper for another drink. But the boss was not at the counter at this time, and seemed to be busy with other things.

He staggered to his feet with his glass, trying to go to the counter to pour his own wine. But he had barely taken two steps before he fell heavily to the ground......

In the infinite darkness, Barrett vaguely heard a voice calling to him in his head, the voice was so familiar, but he couldn't remember who the owner of the voice was.

However, he was really tired and didn't want to respond to the voice, he just wanted to fall asleep.

......

After some time, when Barrett opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a somewhat worn wooden bed. The sunlight shone straight down his face through the window, bright and dazzling, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

Barrett squinted slightly, slowly straightening up from the bed. The joints of the body creaked, and it seemed that it had not been moved for a long time, and it seemed a little stiff. But he was in good spirits, and even a little energetic.

After getting up, he subconsciously observed his surroundings.

The furnishings in the house are very simple, and there is almost nothing but the bed. There were about seven or eight beds, but now he was the only one lying on them. Next to each bed stood a rusty copper candlestick, some of which had dark red blood on the sheets, but were cleaned.

On the blue-gray stone walls, there are childish graffiti drawn with charcoal, with simple figures, livestock, and monsters with fangs and claws, which seem to have been written by some child.

Opposite the window is a low thatched-roof corral, in which a cow grabs leisurely on the grass. A middle-aged woman wearing a scarf expertly milks cow's belly. Next to the middle-aged woman, another young girl was stirring butter out of the milked milk with a wooden stick with a disc on top of it.

Barrett took a deep breath, and suddenly felt a faint pain and itch in his neck. He reached out and touched it, and came across something soft, sticky, and unknown.

He touched it with his palm and pinched it again. The unknown thing was attached to his neck, squirming lazily, but refusing to leave.

Damn, it's leeches!, Barrett cursed inwardly. He subconsciously wanted to pull the ugly 'vampire' away from his neck.

But just then, a female voice appeared from the doorway, stopping him from doing so.

"Don't do it. The woman, dressed in a long, half-sleeved dress of azure color, walked up to him from the doorway carrying a tray, "Little Penny has done you a great favor, and you will not only hurt her, but you will also hurt yourself." ”

Little Penny, heh, there are still people who name leeches.

"It's just greedily sucking my blood. Barrett said unconvinced, but the movement of his hands did not continue.

"When you first arrived, you were hot enough to fry eggs, and you had a high fever even with herbs. If it weren't for little Penny, your brain would have been boiled into boiling onion soup. The woman gently patted the leech on his neck with her hand, and then the ugly 'vampire' automatically fell into the woman's palm.

"Am I sick?" Barrett said, stunned.

"Hah, what do you think?" said the woman, as if she had heard a very funny joke, "when you were sent by the city guards, you were completely delirious, and you were talking a lot of nonsense. What an underground dwarf, a small town undead, a [quest log] or something......"

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Barrett's forehead, "What you said is true?" must be true, otherwise no one would know about such an inexplicable thing as [Mission Log].

"Of course!" the woman touched the leech affectionately and placed it on the tray, "and the name of a person you say the most seems to be." ”

"Who?"

"Rey. ”

......