These days, little Katyusha's soul power has weakened a lot, Liang Ke often enters his spiritual world to talk to this poor child, he can feel that Katyusha's language expression began to flicker briefly, she began to feel weak, but the sensible Katyusha persuaded Liang Ke not to grieve for her, saying that his little life should have disappeared in this world 10,000 years ago, and he was very happy to be able to get the love of his brother Aragon after 10,000 years, and these words made him feel even more distressed in Liang Ke's ears. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"This damn Gandosa, where the hell is he hiding, and if he dies, what will poor little Katyusha do?" Liang Ke paced back and forth in the temple's library with his hands behind his back.

"Don't turn around, okay! I've told you, it's impossible for the Holy Cult to publicly record all the news about Gandosa, and you're wasting your time. Achilles, the demon dragon, said angrily.

"Then what do you say, now we only know that Gandosa's research direction points to the orc golden Beamon, and we don't know whether he went to the orc empire or not. Now, we are trapped here by this unrelated war, and even if we want to go to the great wilderness of Komnia to the north, we can't leave! Little Katyusha is getting weaker and weaker day by day, and I really don't know how long she will be able to survive. ”

"It's useless to be anxious, in my opinion, little Katyusha won't have a problem for the time being, and when you finish dealing with things here, we'll go north." ”

"Are you sure she won't have a problem?"

"I ...... How can I be sure, I just feel that Katyusha has absorbed amethyst ore for nearly 10,000 years, and the strength of her soul is almost comparable to that of the Fa God, where is it so easy to dissipate. If you're still not sure, I'd suggest you talk to your lieutenant Simba, and maybe she'll have something to do. ”

"That's right!"

After dinner, Liang Ke asked Xin Jiaer to use the "dog flute" to call Elder Simon to the "Tilara" bar, another property of Aunt Raya. Tillara is the second daughter of Aunt Raya, and this daughter of Aunt Laya likes to be lively, so she runs a small bar independently outside of that luxurious hotel. Since it was still early and there were still few customers in the bar, Liang Ke and the others chose a place closest to the fireplace and sat down, drinking and chatting.

"The god of the underworld, how is this possible.......?"

"It's incredible!"

When Liang Ke told the story of little Katyusha as tactfully as possible, the two undead archmages froze there in shock, and they didn't even realize that the ale in their cups had spilled on the table.

"Calm! Calm! cough cough cough ......"

Liang Ke peeked around and found that no one had noticed their conversation, so he relaxed a little.

"That's the way it is. Katyusha, this child is very pitiful, and I invited the two of you here today, mainly to ask the two of you if there is any way to prevent or delay the weakening of the soul power. ”

"Well, let me think about it. Simon and Singar looked at each other, furrowed their brows, and thought alone as they took a sip of ale.

Xin Jiaer looked at Liang Ke with burning eyes, lowered his voice and said: "I really didn't expect that when the usually timid and ruthless stinky hooligans also have a flood of love, it really makes me wonder if the spiritual world has changed hands now." ”

"Alas, alas, those who speak with conscience must praise thoroughly. If it weren't for my soft-heartedness and kindness, you and your mage friends would have been burned at the stake of the Holy Sect. ”

"Oh, don't you say that I forgot, now I understand why you let me go, it seems that you really don't have a cowardice, you are using us in order to find the ancestors to solve the crisis of Katyusha, right?" Xin Jiaer's gaze looked aggressive against the candlelight, and Liang Ke's old face was red, but fortunately, the room was dimly lit and not easy to be noticed.

"Hehehe! Isn't it a little lost when you know it? Do you really think you're a heartthrob? Hug it and spare your life? However, you can't say it so ugly, it's not called utilization, it's called cooperation. Besides, this kind of cooperation is more beneficial to you, and without me, you probably won't be able to get a crystal ball. ”

Xin Jiaer was so angry that he clucked his snow-white teeth. "You rascal, do you dare to say ......" Before the words fell, a lonely "bump technique" was thrown over, but fortunately, Liang Ke just had a cold war, and this nasty magic was broken effortlessly by little Katyusha.

Bump is the simplest application of spiritual magic, it can make a person's soul fluctuations out of the norm, people who have been hit by this magic will have poor vision, feel that the road is uneven, so when walking, one foot high and one foot low, it is easy to fall. This magic doesn't seem to hurt much, it's just a prank to make people ugly, but because it directly acts on the soul fluctuations of the soul source, it is difficult to dispel, and it can usually only be ended when the caster's mental power automatically dissipates.

Liang Ke is a retributive character, where can he eat this kind of dark loss, as soon as he stretched out his hand and grabbed Xin Jiaer's tender arm like a lotus root in his hand, he stared at the bull's eye to repair this hot girl mage covered in thorns. At the dangerous moment when the situation was about to get out of control, Master Simon suddenly shook the wine glass in his hand and roared, "There is!" Old Simon's voice was shrill and thin, not only frightened Liang Ke, who was about to commit murder, to spread his sinful claws, but even a few tall men at the adjacent table who were about to raise their glasses and drink spilled ale on the crotch of their trousers, and those guys turned around and pushed away the chairs to teach a lesson to the guys who dared to make a few knights make a fool of themselves, but found that the one who scared himself peed his pants was a trembling, trembling thin old man, this poor old guy looked at them with dim eyes, as if he was begging for his forgiveness, so the evil fire in his heart could only be vented on the ale。

"Boss, have another drink. The strong men sat down again, praising each other for their tolerance of the old man, and singing the praises of the knight's kindness and tolerance, for they did not know that they had just picked up a small life at the hands of a necromancer archmage.

Master Simon slowly put down the staff in his hand, looked at Xin Jiaer and Liang Ke with black faces in confusion, took off his pointed felt hat, scratched his head with few hairs, and then lowered his voice and said: "Although so many years have passed since the era of the end of the necromancer, most of our necromancer's magic has been lost, but some methods of nourishing the spirit are still retained, after all, we are magicians who rely on spiritual power to win. ”

Simon spoke a bit like an official giving a report, always like to do some foreshadowing, and the speed of his speech was surprisingly slow, the old mage picked up his wine glass and took a sip of ale before continuing: "Mr. Aragon, you also know that this little undead can violate the rules set by the gods and exist in this world as a pure spirit body for ten thousand years, all of which are constantly nourished by that amethyst mine with huge energy. Actually, we mages are the same, if we want to gradually increase our spiritual strength, there are two channels, one is to rely on continuous meditation, as you can see, mages are usually not in good health, it is because of the result of sitting and meditating all year round and exercising less. The other way is much faster, that is, to collect a large amount of substances that can replenish spiritual energy, and enhance one's spiritual power by absorbing their energy, but this kind of material is very scarce and expensive in the world, and the energy that can be absorbed by people is less than one, so usually archmages are very rich, and they can't become archmages without money. ”

Liang Ke listened to the old mage's nagging, and he never talked about the key points he wanted to hear, so he couldn't help but be a little anxious.

"Elder Simon, do you mean that I want to rob the rich merchant and then buy the crystal mine? Even if I have money, where can I find the crystal mine? If I find it, how can I let the little Katyusha absorb it?"

Old Simon's flabby face twitched slightly, and his smile looked weird.

"Hey, Mr. Aragorn, why bother to call yourself like a beggar, and I won't borrow money from you. Who doesn't know your relationship with the dwarves, amethyst is not much more valuable to you than candy. ”

Liang Ke opened his mouth, and was about to cry poor, but Lao Saimen waved his hand and continued: "Don't worry, I won't let you carry an amethyst mine on your body." Just ......"

Master Simon paused slightly, squinted at Liang Ke, then at Xin Jiaer, shook his head and sighed, "Alas, forget it, you are also a member of the alliance anyway, and it is okay for you to know some secrets." Necromancers disappeared from sight 10,000 years ago, but the war between us and the Holy Cult is not over, and we are sparsely numbered, except for well concealing and studying the declining necromance, strengthening ourselves has become our main task. After countless generations of hard work, we have finally developed a way to absorb spiritual power at any time, that is, to engrave a small 'Gathering Spirit' magic array on people's bodies, so that we can absorb the magic crystals we carry with us at any time, so as to quickly improve our spiritual power. If you absorb spiritual power, then little Katyusha will naturally be able to absorb it, so that although the power absorbed is limited, I think it can also delay her weakness. ”

When Liang Ke heard that there was such a simple solution, he was so excited that he drained the ale in the cup in one gulp, pulled the old Simon over and gave him a bear hug, almost strangling the skinny old mage to death. Xinjiaer on the side was confused, did Grandpa Simon drink too much ale! Where is there such a method, if there is such a method, do the necromancers still need to be afraid of those church guys?

Singar secretly tugged at the sleeve of Master Lasaimen's robe and looked at him puzzled, and Old Simon smiled and patted her hand, signaling her to be calm.

Liang Ke was so happy that he poured another glass of ale wine, and then patted Simon on the shoulder and said, "Elder Simon, let me see what the magic circle on your body looks like, I really didn't expect that a tattoo could have such a magical effect." ”

"Tattoos?" Simon scratched his bald head, unable to remember what the word meant.

"Ah! That's what you call the method of carving on the body, which is called 'tattooing' in our hometown. ”

"Oh!" Simon stopped Liang Ke's claws as he was about to pull his sleeve, and explained with his pusher, "Mr. Aragorn! Mr. Aragorn! Don't worry! ”

"What? you don't have it yourself, then she should have it!" Liang Ke's original intention was to think, maybe this kind of magic array is not easy to make, an elder has no right to tattoo on his body, and the daughter of the president should always have it, he turned around and extended his claws to Miss Xinjiaer again. Faced with this demon that could not hurt and was immune to magic, Xingar had no choice but to quickly dodge behind Simon to avoid his claws.