It's very difficult to meet the undead and sell memories, and even if you do encounter one, it will be difficult to get its memories, but even so, the possibility of having a chance to reach the sky in one step makes crazy adventurers flock to it, and some people may think that accepting someone else's memory is not the same as suicide?

This question was answered by one lucky person, when you absorb the memory, this memory becomes a library-like existence, you can enter it at any time to find the knowledge you want, and make that part of the knowledge completely your instinct, in other words, although the memories of that person are all there, they do not replace your memory, but exist as something similar to a movie but not exactly similar. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Just after Sintia completely accepted the undead, such a night market also appeared, and the legend of the gold rush of several lucky people aroused the passion of adventurers to explore the night market, and the scene of various clans and undead walking on the street in front of him made Uriel a little trance, and he couldn't imagine that the ruler of Sintia had really found a way to live with the undead.

In fact, if you don't think of the undead as terrifying, but think of the same race as elves and dwarves, it won't be so scary, aside from the appearance of the undead, they are similar to other races, after all, they are a member of these races in front of them.

Hearing the legend told by Francis, Uriel also became excited, and some couldn't wait to explore it for himself.

Francis, who saw Uriel's thoughts, smiled: "Although it is so magical, in fact, there is no difference between the night market and the day market, only the goods are different, don't worry, go and see it boldly, we will come back here in two hours to gather." ”

"Haha, then I'll be respectful and obey, listening to what you said is so interesting, I really want to try it right away. Uriel laughed, and then Uriel and Francis dispersed, and everyone walked towards their goal.

Uriel also began his journey to the night market, and soon came to the first stall, the owner of which was a skeleton in a cloak, and strange items were placed on the shop in front of it, including rag dolls, rust bracelets, strange wooden statues, badges carved with unknown family crests, tattered leather gloves, etc., all of which were obviously tattered, and the grocery store might be more suitable for them, but since it was something that appeared in the night market, it must have some fame.

After looking at everything carefully, Uriel finally picked up the badge that was not engraved with the unknown family crest, and asked the skeleton, "What is the origin of this thing, stall owner?"

The soul fire in the skeleton's eye socket suddenly flashed a few times, and then saw Uriel crouching in front of him and the badge that Uriel held in his hand.

"Oh!~ Guest, I have to say, your vision is really excellent! The badge you are holding in your hand is the family medal of the great nobleman more than 500 years ago, Duke Carlos, don't look at its appearance is just a medal, if you are lucky enough to find Carlos's tomb, you can enter it unscathed with this coat of arms and obtain Carlos's inheritance. The skeleton's voice wasn't as wise, hoarse, or deep as Uriel had imagined, it sounded like a philistine peddler.

Uriel frowned and looked at the coat of arms in his hand carefully, looking over and over for a while, he really didn't find anything out of the ordinary, not even a trace of magic fluctuations, just such a non-magical object, really has the ability to make Carlos' tomb identify?

Even if this coat of arms really had that much ability, not to mention whether Carlos's tomb was attacked by tomb robbers, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack, and there was little hope, so Uriel put the coat of arms down and picked up the rust bracelet that looked unremarkable at first glance.

"Oh my God, I can't help but admire your eyes, do you know what you're holding in your hands?" said the skeleton in surprise, startling Uriel as he was concentrating.

"Isn't it just an ordinary pair of torn leather gloves?" said Uriel truthfully.

The skeleton suddenly froze, and thought to himself, you all know that this is an ordinary pair of torn leather gloves, what are you going to do with it? How can you let me make up the origin when you say it so bluntly? But as a good merchant, well, a good merchant who is dead, it is only qualified to tout a mediocre commodity, sell sweet potatoes to dwarves, and sell animal specimens to elves.

"No, no, no, guest, you have in your hands a highly collectible treasure with this legendary story! Have you ever heard of Hercules? When he was fighting Cerberus, he pinched Cerberus's bloody mouth with both hands, which is a mouthful of fangs that can be easily crushed even with steel! Hercules poured his divine power into these gloves to avoid being poisoned to death by Cerberus when he had to wear his hands. The skeleton's tone changed to be mysterious and cunning, and the soul fire in his eyes flickered as he spoke, as if those gloves really carried such a legendary story.

Uriel now completely understood, what kind of stall owner is TM is a profiteer, as soon as he heard the tone of his speech, he knew that he was by no means a good person in his life, and immediately put down his gloves and got up to leave.

"Eh, this guest, it's okay if you're not satisfied with the things, but don't fall around, if something goes wrong, I have to ask you for compensation." The skeleton hurriedly picked up the broken glove and said.

"You're a damn liar, it's clearly a pair of tattered gloves, and you still want to make up such a story for it that doesn't match the facts, don't want me to pay you a penny!"

Before the stall owner's skeleton could attack, a voice suddenly came from behind Uriel: "Stallholder, how many are those gloves? ”

Uriel looked back, the first thing that entered his eyes was the snow-white shawl long hair, the long hair was casually combed behind his head, and then a pair of sharp eyes, there were three completely different swords hanging behind the young man and around his waist, from the way the young man walked, he was definitely a good hand, and the footsteps were so slight that they could not be heard.

"Hehe, thanks for your patronage, 10 gold. The skeleton rubbed his hands together and smiled, and the young man generously took out ten gold coins from the bag around his waist and handed them to the skeleton, then took the gloves and gestured to Uriel and the guards who were still stunned.

Uriel immediately understood what the white-haired youth meant, and then followed the white-haired young man out of the skeleton stall where he was counting money.

Walking through the crowded streets, the white-haired young man walked into an uninhabited alley with Uriel before he spoke: "Do you know what kind of result your actions just now will cause?"