Cold water, already warm in the belly, is mixed with the fish to form fuel that keeps people going. The fire was gradually extinguished, and the bonfire, which relied on hay to burn, would not last long, and the cheese would inevitably have some undercooked parts when eating the fish. But now is not the time to pick and choose, there is something to eat, there is water to drink, and the spirits are already treating him well. The mage had every reason to believe that he hadn't offended them too much, otherwise he might starve to death here, let alone make a fire to catch fish. Of course, this may also be due to the fact that the influence of the spirits on the world is not so subtle.

Anyway, he survived, and he shouldn't touch death again for a while. There is nothing more to complain about, and the priority now is not to look back, but to think about the next move. The breeze blew through the grass with heat, and it was still cold when I set off, but now I can't feel it at all. In the middle of summer, the grasslands are hotter than the places close to the ice fields like the blue lions.

Cheese ripped open his shirt and let the wind blow into his chest, getting used to the icy cold, so that the warm current made people's mood naturally calm. Tribe, he didn't plan to go back, without him, although ordinary people don't know what happened last night, but the shamans must know that the giant is not Alei. If even the spirits were unhappy with him, it would be easy for the mages to think of how the mortals who served them would entertain them. That would make it difficult for the white wolf to do it, and now he is no longer a welcome guest. People who will cause problems should leave with interest.

Is it worth it? While there was an absolute difference between last night's giant and the real cheese, it was easy to deal with, and the mage himself knew that he would never give up the grey robe if he could. To be honest, the moment the Eagle Spirit grabbed the gray robe, he already regretted it. This actually makes no sense, he has no nostalgia for the tower of Valley City, and the room in the gray tower is regarded as a prison, and the things in the world seem to be completely unable to tie this gray robe, and he wants to leave, so there is nothing for him to stay except for force and friendship. Such a free and easy person, such a person who is not attached to things, why do you have to cling to this robe?

"You're my prison, aren't you?" said Cheese, looking down at the gray robe in his hand. But despite the words he used to describe the garment as a prison, the mage's gaze was unusually soft, and the depth of that softness was nostalgia, and he was fascinated by the robe. The gray robe naturally does not have such a demagogic ability, which is contrary to the original intention of its production. So this attachment is Cheese's own.

What is he attaching to? If he can explain this kind of thing, he will not really be attached, and it is often difficult for people to see what they really want, and they will give up everything for the sake of what they want. Such a person is relieved to not get it, because he always has a thought to think about and pursue, and he will not realize the pain until he gets it. The most fearful thing is that they really got that thing, and then they look back and realize that they have lost far more than they have gained, and he is left with nothing but devastation. If you want but can't get it, it is suffering, and if you ask for it for a long time, you will not get it in the end.

And whether it is bitter or not, and why it is bitter, such a question is not important to the current cheese. He was more concerned than why he was obsessed with the gray robe, and his robe was dirty. This is also inevitable, although the gray robe has its own magic to remove dust and dirt, but that magic requires a source of energy, if the person wearing the gray robe is an ordinary person, then the effect of this magic robe will not use eleven, just a durable garment. Not to mention, the robe had been away from Cheese's body all night, and even if the energy in it had not been exhausted, it would not be a priority for things like cleaning.

It's easy to clean the robe, but if you just need a little magic on the cheese or drape the robe over your body, it will naturally remove the stains that have attached to it. But now, Cheese didn't dare to do this, he had just experienced the magic hole, who knows what the magic in his body was like at this time? What if this magic happened to be the last point? Isn't it ridiculous to die?

Luckily, there was a small river in front of him, and since he could fish in the river, he could certainly wash his clothes in the river. Thinking of this, Cheese stood up, and the boots he had taken off when catching the fish were not put back on anyway, so he walked barefoot into the river, spread out his gray robe, and let the current slowly soak it. Strange to say, it doesn't look so dirty, but the water that has been washed in the gray robe has indeed become visibly turbid to the naked eye, leaving a long trace in the river before it is diluted and dissipated again. Feeling the water flowing between his hands and feet, the mage's gaze gradually solidified.

"The turbulent clear stream, my sleeves. The singing voice has the unique expansiveness of the grassland, but the timbre of the singer is a little hoarse. Cheese raised his head, trying to find the person who was singing, but there was a bigger creature than a ladybug in all directions besides him? At this time, the mage had no magic power, no magic vision, and the vision in front of him was extremely real, but it was a little strange.

"The shallow stream, wash my clothes. The sound came from the direction of the fish grilled before the cheese, and the mage narrowed his eyes, pretending not to care, and cautiously approached as he washed his clothes. There are still many things hidden in the knee-high grass, and there are many dangerous things among them. However, in this world, the size of the body is still very revealing, at least there is no such thing as cheese's knowledge, which can speak and sing, and can hide in the grass to ambush himself. In light of this, it's better to lean in carefully than to really not do it at all, and it's not his style to sit still and wait for death, and just natural curiosity can't stand it.

"Trickle long, carry my crown. The crown hat floats and sinks, and travels with the waves. "One of the mage's two feet has already stepped on the shore. He pretended to drag his clothes, deliberately turning his back to the place where the sound came from, but in fact, his attention had already been locked on a place in the grass, where the song came from. He could have just walked over and uncovered the mystery now, but there was a risk of the grey robe being washed away, and he had to be patient.

"Woohoohoo, you can't get it back! Zhan Xi abyss, I don't know why...", the song is broken. For Cheese had dragged his robe to shore, and then ran over and cleared the grass. The thing that sings in the grass is thus revealed. A skull, the one that the mage had mistaken for Bacchus. It stood quietly on the ground, where was there any sound?

Skeletons sing. This kind of thing sounds bizarre, but there are similar stories everywhere, but most of them are nothing more than the wind passing through the hollow in the skeleton and making a similar roar or a similar sound, saying that it is singing, and most of it is the result of the listener's own heart twisting it. So, what Cheese had just heard, was it also a song he had imagined in his head? But if so, why had he never heard this song before? Not only had he never heard it, but even the melody had never been heard of. What's more, what he heard just now was a human voice, and he pronounced the words very clearly!

Reach out and grab the skeleton. The mage raised the empty eye sockets to the level of his own eyes, "I can't see it, you're still a singer." I just don't know if this song has a name, so I can pass it on, otherwise I'll have to call it a skull song. ”

There is no magic light, no strange wind, the lower jaw of the skeleton naturally opens down due to gravity, and then gently knocks on the upper jaw because of inertia, "Skeleton song, skeleton song, skeleton can still sing, but there is skin and flesh but what can I do?"

"Click!" the skull's jaw fell. It's no wonder that this skeleton doesn't know how long it has been in the grass, and even the hardest bones in a human body can't resist the washing of time.

Cheese blinked, looking at the jawless skeleton. Did it just speak again? Or was it just its own imagination from the previous song? I don't know, I can't tell the difference, I can't see through it. I just feel top-heavy, and I just feel like the world is spinning. As soon as he let go of his hand, the skeleton fell into the grass. His feet slipped, and he fell into the grass.

Ah, I forgot to make sure those fish were poisonous. Really, accidentally.