"It's a pleasure to see you here, my friend. A sudden greeting was sent into Barrity's soul fire, the contents of which were indistinguishable from those carved on the tombstones.

He subconsciously looked around, "Hmm...... I'm not sure if you're talking about 'meeting' or hiding in a corner to 'peep' at someone. Barrett put his hand on the runic weapon at his waist and said in a loud voice.

"Oh, sorry, my bad. The voice that burst in apologetically said, "It's been a long time since I've had a customer visit my shop, so I'm a little rusty of even the most basic hospitality." ”

Shops?Where is the store?Is there an upside-down pyramid nearby?Then again, why didn't the mummy he first encountered live in the pyramid?Was it because this wasn't his home, or was the guy kicked out by his wife??

When he was a child, Uncle Bancro in the neighborhood was always kicked out of his home. Bancro would then turn around and go to Barrett's house and ask his father for a few drinks.

The two men would hold wine glasses in their hands, loudly scolding the women for their badness and coveting their beauty, which made Barrett despise the two guys as a child.

"My previous guest was Gallaher who came here thirty years ago, do you know him? Gallaher bought me a chic mandible with three gold teeth, making him the most handsome skeleton in the Third District. The voice continued to ring in Barriet's skull, "I'll admit that for an undead creature like us with only skeletons left, it's not easy to judge whether handsome is or not. But that mandible is definitely a good thing, and I even want to keep it for myself. To be honest, there are a lot of good things like that, and I have a lot of them in this shop, so you can come in and browse slowly. ”

"Well, I'm just shopping around and not going to buy anything. Barrett politely declined.

"You don't have to feel embarrassed, friends from afar. The buying and selling itself doesn't really matter to me. Being able to see a new face in a long time is the happiest thing. The voice said, "Wait a minute, this doorknob is a little tricky, I'll have to try a thicker arm." ”

"Don't bother, I'm ready to leave. Barrett turned to leave, but at that moment, he suddenly felt the ground tremble slightly beneath his feet. Immediately afterwards, the large tombstone behind him slowly moved backwards for a short distance as the ground trembled, revealing a staircase hidden underneath.

"It's good to come in and have a look. The voice continued, "My shop used to be quite famous throughout the 'Eternal Body', and the Great Lich Eugene visited me and bought the skull of a multi-headed snake lizard. ”

Well, since the other party has opened this so-called door for himself, let's go in and have a look, it's the same everywhere anyway. Barrett put her hand on her waist and stepped down the stairs.

A somewhat disproportionate skeleton stood at the end of the stairs and bowed to greet Barrett, "Welcome to the 'Elegant Collarbone', my friend from afar, I'm 'Gluckman', the owner of this shop." ”

The skull had a golden concentric double ring pattern in the center of its forehead, a gold necklace with a shell-shaped pendant around its neck, and the bones of his left arm were so thick that he could easily touch the ground with his metacarpal bones without bending over.

"Hello, I didn't expect you to open your own shop so secretively. Barrett said to the shopkeeper, Grachman, "If you don't call me, I don't even see anything for sale here." ”

"Tombstones are of great importance to all the undead. And I hope my store will do the same. The soul fire in Gluckman's skull jumped, sending words into Barrett's consciousness, "As for why it's open underground, it's very simple, because I have too many goods, and there are many things that are extraordinarily large and take up more space. Please come with me. He used his right arm to guide Barritt.

The shop, called 'Elegant Collarbone', is filled with a large number of strangely shaped bones and various bone products, which makes Barrett feel like he is facing the undead creature he scattered again, the 'Garden of Bones'.

However, the bones here seem to have been carefully selected, not the kind of 'Garden of Bones' that visitors do not reject. All bones are well maintained, and there are few cracks or deformations.

"Wait, friend, let me replace this arm on my left hand. "It originally belonged to a frost giant, and it didn't match me too much." But it's a great way to twist rusty doorknobs. With that, the shopkeeper removed the arm of his left hand, picked up another arm of normal size from the wall next to him, and put it on.

Immediately after, he picked up the bones of the giant on the ground with both hands and placed them on another large shelf.

After changing clothes, the shopkeeper looked at Barrett with his head with golden concentric double rings, "If you don't mind, please allow me to introduce you to these items in our store." ”

"This is the hand bone of the great writer Garcia. He pointed to a white bone palm holding a quill, displayed on a glass counter, and said, "After Garcia died, he was dragged out of the coffin by Master Juliers, who liked his work, and reincarnated as a zombie. Truth be told, it's more or less coercive, but what can we do about it? A lot of times, we don't really have control over our own destiny, even after we die. ”

"And how do you have the bones of this writer's hand?" Barrett asked curiously. Garcia? He'd never heard that name. As a Nord brute, he had good reason not to know about this man.

"He himself is now in the 'Forest of Spine Thorns', in the sixth arrondissement, the specific location is not easy to find, if you like his work and want to visit, I can draw the location. ”

"No, no, I'm not going to do that, I'm just curious. Barrett waved his hand, "So he's missing one hand now?" or did he replace that hand with something else?"

Garcia was very happy at first, and enthusiastically wrote two new works. However, these two works did not have a chance to be published for the world to read, as they were exclusively in the collection of Master Juliers. "You know, there were a lot of powerful mages missing before and after the fall of the Empire, and Julils was one of them, so those two works also disappeared with the latter's disappearance. ”

"And then?"

Later, Garcia slowly felt that his consciousness was becoming more and more sluggish, and the fire of his soul, although still alive, could not inspire new inspiration - he could no longer conceive any works. "So one day, when he couldn't write half a word no matter how hard he tried, he chose to chop off the hand that held his pen." ”

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