Barrett suddenly felt a shudder in his skin, and he jerked around to meet the gaze in the corner of the house.

"Hey, don't be nervous, outsider. The 'statue' in the corner spoke. Its voice was hoarse, as if it was repeatedly polishing the table with rough sandpaper.

With the foreshadowing of his previous hatred of Gerdor, Barrett was not too surprised that the guy in front of him could also speak.

"Take it easy, living man, I won't hurt you. It said in a serious tone, but then changed its tone, "Well, as an undead, it doesn't seem credible to say such things to a living person. But what can I do? In fact, all I have to do is shout, 'There are living people here!', and I promise that Viscount Fried, who has just left, will at once rush over on horseback and turn you into my countryman." But, you see, I didn't do that, but I stood here in a quiet conversation with you, a living person. I began by expressing my sincerity, which is very rare for the undead. It chattered.

Barrett didn't relax at this guy's words, "Your sincerity should be to go to the window and let me see you." He pointed his sword at the creature in the corner and commanded softly.

Years of adventure in the Misty Forest have allowed Barrett's eyesight to adapt well to the dim environment. As long as there is a little glimmer of light, you can see everything around you more clearly. However, the moonlight in the sky was so weak that only a ray of light poured in through the windows, allowing Barrett to see only the silhouette of the houseowner.

"Hmph, if you dared to point your sword at me like this before, I would have let my bodyguards break your ribs. 'Statue' said in a dissatisfied tone.

Although my skin is not as soft as it used to be, and my face is not as rosy as it used to be, I have to clarify in advance that as an undead spirit, I am actually very well maintained, after all, there are no pearls or milk for you to take care of your skin. But then again, while my skin isn't delicate at all, it's at least white enough. ”

By the glimmer of moonlight shining through the window, Barrett could see the creature in the room.

It was a strangely dressed male zombie with emaciated cheeks and complete features, with no parts missing. It's worth noting that its eyes are quite agile, and if it weren't for the fact that the skin on its face is a little shriveled, and it also has the miserable white-blue color that is characteristic of undead creatures, you would hardly even be able to see it as a dead person.

The zombie wears a black top hat with a two-finger-wide gap in the brim of the top hat, the silk caftan on the body looks very exquisitely made, but after years of erosion and negative energy, many large and small holes have been broken, and the outside of the silk caftan is also covered with a velvet shawl cape, the hem of the cloak reaches the knee, and the body is fastened by a crystal buckle.

"I'm sorry, but it's a weird and rude outfit, but it's the best I can find. At least they're good enough to satisfy what little shame I have left. The zombie said helplessly.

"Not only is there no pearls and milk, no tailors and no good fabrics, no cooks and no good food. Oh, even if there was a cook, I think he would be unemployed. Because we don't need to eat anymore, because we're all undead. The undead don't need to eat, do they. Sometimes, though, I still feel hungry, hunger from the soul......" it lowered its tone, then relaxed again, "but it's okay if you don't eat, you won't die of hunger anyway." ”

The zombie in front of him, who still had his senses, seemed to have not found someone to talk to for a long time, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he began to nag endlessly.

"My name is 'Daniel' and I used to be a very wealthy businessman. I have a wide range of businesses, including wood, spices, cosmetics, weapons, horns, horns, horns, rhino horn products, etc. But now, I'm just a zombie, a very ordinary zombie. ”

Its voice was hoarse, but its words were surprisingly clear, "To be honest, I would rather be a Death Knight, like Viscount Fried, riding a tall skeleton horse and patrolling the town, and the rest of the undead have to obey your orders." You ask me who Viscount Fried is, weren't you hiding from him, and believe me, don't let him see you, or you're not going to end well. He was the lord of the town during his lifetime, and he ruled it after his death......"

"Why?" Barrett interrupted the zombie's rambling.

"Why what?" said Zombie Daniel, a little confused.

"Why didn't you call your fellow dead man?" Barrett asked, "You are an undead and I am a living man, why would you help me to hide?" ”

"I have so many companions, and more and more, every day. If it weren't for Viscount Freed and his men in charge of them, it would have been a mess of onion soup!By the way, do you like onion soup?" Zombie Daniel walked through the window and disappeared into the darkness again.

With this movement of it, Barrett once again pointed his sword at the zombie in the dark.

"I said, take it easy, uninvited guest, I won't attack you. The zombie's voice came from the darkness, "But to be honest, I'd love to get a taste of what your flesh tastes like, but I know that thought is part of my instinct as a zombie." But I can control this instinct very well, because I was a vegetarian when I was born, because a vegetarian diet is good for my skin. I used to go to vegetarian parties with socialites, beautiful women, and unmarried ladies to discuss how to dress up and how to make my skin look more radiant......"

The direction of its voice shifts in the darkness, as if it is moving.

"Where are you going?" Barrett asked, pointing his sword at the zombie.

"Second floor. Daniel the Zombie replied, "It's a nice view, and there's a comfortable chair where we can have a casual chat, and to be honest, I haven't talked to anyone in a hundred years, I mean, not with a living human." Moreover, this is the time when Viscount Freed is patrolling the town, and I suggest you should hide here to avoid him. I can tell you're good, better than my best bodyguard, but Viscount Fried is no ordinary Death Knight. ”

Zombie Daniel said with a deliberate voice as he moved, "You know, Death Knights can't be like us ordinary zombies, as long as there are corpses, they will be generated by themselves through negative energy, and they need to be transformed. Hey, I've learned a lot about this since I became the undead!"

There was pride in its tone, "The Viscount was actually transformed into a Death Knight by a lich, and that lich came from the other side of the torn space. The lich wanted to take over the place, to control the viscount as one of his men. However, after Viscount Freed became a Death Knight, he killed the lich who wanted to control it as soon as possible. ”

The word lich!, alarming Barrett because it was associated with Alvin's mission.

"I saw it with my own eyes, and I was not far from the lich at the time! It's easy to do, as long as you glaze your eyes and disguise yourself as an ordinary 'fool' wandering the streets, the big men won't even notice you. ”

There was a 'knock knock' going upstairs, and the guy seemed to be walking up the stairs. Barrett hesitated whether to get out of here or follow the chattering zombie on the way, this guy seemed to know a lot and might be able to help himself.

"Hey, follow me, and be careful, I don't want you to break your head and bleed because you stepped into the air. Tell you, there's no healer here who can graft and bandage, and if you don't want me to help you, I'm afraid of blood!"

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