No one can say exactly what "death" is.

At first glance, this may seem like a simple matter. Once a creature loses its life, no longer grows, no longer moves, no longer thinks, and is no longer cared for and blessed by the supreme god Darimos, at this time, it receives "death".

But if you think about it, everything is not as natural as it seems. A man dies, but his body is still there. His hair, his skin, his blood, his bones...... All this has not diminished in the slightest, he is still him, in the most fundamental material composition, no different from the living him.

But why? He was so peaceful and silent, as if all the worries and joys he had encountered in his life had nothing to do with him at this time.

There are countless questions that everyone can ask about death, and they may sound childish and ridiculous, but once you are willing to think, you will find that they are as deep as a ravine, and will suck your thoughts into a never-ending black hole:

What is death? What does it feel like to die? Does death have a color? Does death have a shape? What happens if I die? Am I still "me" when I die? If I am no longer "me" when I die, then what is I who am alive? Am I there while I am alive? Will I continue to exist after I die? If my life is certain, and death means that I no longer exist, then why would a mere change in the state of life completely overthrow my philosophical absolute "existence......

Death, it seems, is not a matter of the flesh, but of the soul.

Every living thing has a soul, and we all know it, because we can see the soul that radiates when they die. But does death mean the dissipation of the soul, or does it mean that the soul has moved to another place?

The corpse of the longbow shooting the sun was right at my feet, which made me unable to restrain myself. I couldn't help but wonder: if killing an opponent can obtain the soul of the opponent, then did the bandit leader Ridardis also take the soul of our fellow dwarve? But if we kill him again, does that mean that his soul is in our body at this time?

The thought of him being with us made my mood slightly better.

But why? In the depths of my soul, I don't feel the wild qualities of this rugged dwarf at all?

In my sentimental moment, the Yangtze River Delta came over and patted me on the shoulder:

"Thank you. If it weren't for you, I'd have to finish the game. ”

I know his gratitude is heartfelt, but it always sounds harsh to me. Actually, we all know that things don't have to be like this if I could......

"I ...... It should be able to stop him......" I replied with some sneer.

"Don't be stupid...... "Xiange Yayi also came over to persuade me, "...... Who knew this guy would roar in fear? And the longbow guy is also dizzy, and he doesn't know how to fill two more bottles of potions with so many potions in his hand, the operation is really terrible......"

"That's it, Xian Ge Yayi is right......" Yangtze River Delta echoed, and then took the elven ranger's shoulders and spun around, "...... In addition, don't say these words to me, I am the Yangtze River Delta, and the warriors are behind you. ”

Even though I've known for a long time that the Skywaders have a very weak attitude towards death, I can't get used to them being so relaxed about the departure of an adventuring companion.

"Longbow...... How do you say that death is death, longbow...... Why did you die as a priest...... How can I be reluctant to do this...... "What I didn't expect was that for the death of the dwarven priest, the female magician Fei Yin was actually the most deplorable person. She crouched on the corpse of the longbow and shook his collar vigorously, looking so grieved that she wanted to cry without tears, as if she could not accept the news of his death.

This made a big difference in my opinion of this girl. Perhaps under her seemingly cold, tough, greedy and snobbish appearance, there is still a gentle and kind heart buried.

“…… My bat wings and hyena skin are still in your backpack...... That's a lot of money...... Can't you just give me something before you die......"

Well, with all the remarks about Fei Yin's "gentle nature", it seems that I should rethink it.

Just as I was overwhelmed by the deep sadness of the death of shooting the longbow to the sun, a familiar moan suddenly came into my ear drums......

"Ouch...... Miss Fei Yin, if you shake my bones like this, they will break...... Even if you want to murder, wait until I give you back the contents of the bag......"

How can it be?!

I turned around in surprise to find the corpse of the dwarven priest being shaken vigorously like a doll in Fei Yin's hand. The fatal wound on his neck was gone, and not only that, but all the other wounds on his body were gone. He looked ruddy now, and his face was full of life, completely different from the lifeless appearance he had just now.

"What's going on?" Before I could ask, the Yangtze River Delta had already screamed strangely. But it seems that his concerns are not very much in line with mine.

"How did you come back to life so soon?" For the resurrection of the longbow shooting sun, the orc wanderer did not show much joy and surprise. He didn't seem to be a stranger to the resurrection of the dead, but he was just surprised by the speed with which he was resurrected.

"Yes...... "Xian Ge Yayi only felt a little surprised, "...... Isn't the resurrection point in the city? With your two little short legs, it will take you about ten minutes to jump over, right? We're all going to slip away first, and we won't be able to deal with the monsters here if they come out again. ”

Longbow Shooting Sun raised his head a little proudly, and seemed to look at the two companions who asked with a little contempt: "I'm inexperienced, I know at a glance that it's a rookie who hasn't died a few times." I'll tell you, there's a cemetery halfway up the mountain, and I'm going to be in a soul state right there......" He looked pretty good, and his mind was quite sober, which temporarily relieved my judgment of "deceiving corpses" by shooting the sun with a longbow.

"Phew, what's so good about dying?" The Yangtze River Delta and the string song Yayi invariably stretched out their hands, their thumbs and forefingers apart, and gestured at the longbow to shoot the sun. This action may have a very profound meaning, which is not clear to me.

Longbow Shooting Sun didn't pay attention to the attitudes of the two of them, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva rather indecently, and continued: "I found that the Grim Reaper's sister in the cemetery is still very beautiful, if I hadn't looked at it twice, maybe she would have been resurrected faster." ”

"That's why you always take the initiative to find death, what a pervert!" The Yangtze River Delta looked defiant.

"Necrophilia!" The definition of string song is more concise and to the point.

From their conversations, I learned a little bit about "death". It seems that when a person dies, his soul appears in a nearby cemetery. And when his soul finds his body again, the person can be resurrected again. Perhaps this is the reason why these space-seekers ignore death, and even ridicule the dead, because death is only temporary, and life will be eternal.

This is completely different from the death in my consciousness, and I have always thought that death is the only one, absolute, and irreversible. I don't know who instilled this in my head, and I can't verify it for myself yet, because I've never died—and I don't have the intention of doing so. But from what I have witnessed in the resurrection of the longbow shooting sun, this perception may be wrong.

Another new piece of news: the Grim Reaper is actually a woman, and she is young and beautiful. For those who fear death, this may be good news......

"Don't bother, hurry up and turn everything out of the corpse!" As for the conversation between men, the magician Fei Yin was not interested at all. The frenzy of collecting loot unquenched regained control of our beautiful spellcaster, and she drove us dutifully through every pocket of the saber-toothed robbers. Even so, the sorceress was not very satisfied, and she said with some regret:

"If only human skins could be peeled off and sold......"

As I had long been amazed, each of us had picked up a human head from the corpse of the saber-toothed bandit leader Ridardis. I don't know why this brutal bandit had to carry around a bunch of identical heads all the time, but this strange habit helped us a lot, and we all did us a lot of work in the crusade against the bandits—and it wasn't long before I learned that there were quite a few people with such good habits.

Eventually, we all stood on the edge of a large box in the corner. It was a finely crafted camphor box, placed in the southwest corner of the room. Originally, the bandit leader Ridardis had been standing in front of it, making it difficult to spot. Now, though, it's clearly the most eye-catching thing in this room.

The Yangtze River Delta carefully knocked on the four walls of the box, and after making sure that there were no traps on the box, he gently opened the wooden box.

There weren't many things in the chest, except for a few gold coins, two or three potions, a small stack of cloth, and a few pieces of dry bread, as well as a sword.

It was a strangely shaped weapon, narrower and sharper than the longsword I had just lost, with a frightening cold light at the edge, and some simple but delicate patterns engraved in the blood groove in the middle of the blade. Its most distinctive feature is that the sharp ends of its blade are not sharp and smooth like ordinary longswords, but have two small rows of serrations that slope to the side of the hilt. This sinister design allows it to stab into the opponent's body without getting in the way, but when it pulls outward, it brutally bites and tears wounds, causing more damage.

This sword has a ferocious name: Saber Tooth Ripper, Attack +15, Dexterity +3, and has a 30% chance of inflicting Tear, dealing 10-15 health damage per second for nine seconds.

"Ah, what a beautiful sword!" As soon as Fei Yin saw this sword, her eyes immediately lit up, and she took it in her hand and looked left and right. She first looked at the attributes of this sword, "The attributes are good...... and then looked at the pattern on the blade and hilt, "...... It looks pretty too......" and clumsily pulled a sword flower with her fair, thin hands," ...... It must be handsome in your hand......"

In the end, she made a simple and incisive assessment of the sword in a very firm tone: "...... It's sure to sell for a good price! ”

Xian Ge Yayi's faces all looked a little embarrassed, and the one who blushed especially was the fat orc wanderer Yangtze River Delta. He looked at me with some uneasiness and coughed lightly: "Ahem...... That one...... Fei Yin......"

"What's wrong?" The sorceress was still fiddling with the sword in her hand, her eyes radiating a golden glow.

"This sword should be given to Jeff, he is the only warrior among us, he is originally a sword, and he ......" Speaking of this, the Yangtze River Delta glanced at me with some gratitude, "...... And in order to save me, he destroyed his own sword as well. I think I should pay him a weapon. ”

Fei Yin rolled her eyes at him, as if she was underestimated, a little embarrassed: "I was originally going to give it to him, do you think I'm really so greedy for money?" It's too contemptuous of people. ”

"That's great." The Yangtze River Delta breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out his hand to take the long sword:

“…… You...... Didn't you say you were going to give it to Jeff? Why do you want to ...... Hold on so tightly......"

"Where do I have ...... Hold on, I just want to ...... Just take a good look at it......"

"Okay, you've seen enough, just let go......"

"Let me take another look, just one look...... Ah......h

With Fei Yin's exclamation, this tug-of-war for control of the long sword finally ended with the victory of the Yangtze River Delta. He ignored Fei Yin's angry beating behind him, and forced the sword into my hand:

"Take it, it's almost time for you to change your weapon...... he said, then glanced back warily, and hurriedly told me, "...... If you borrow this girl, don't lend it to her......"

"I hate it, you fat man, how can I be so unproductive!" Seeing that there was no hope of snatching the sword, the sorceress protested in shame. However, after saying this seemingly generously, she could not help but look at the long sword in my hand, and the expression of regret was unusually cute, and it was completely different from when she scolded people menacingly.

"I gave you this sword, not the fat man......" she insisted on. Listening to her words, the Yangtze River Delta smiled bitterly and did not refute.

“…… Also, you have to use it with cherishment, love it, repair it often, don't break it, and don't throw it out like you just did......"

Although her request was a bit redundant, I nodded in agreement. For a warrior, the help of a good weapon is immeasurable. I'm not one of those losers who dumps expensive weapons all over the place.

“…… And there's more...... If you wait until you are at a higher level and want to change weapons, can you sell this sword and send me the money......"

"Fei Yin!" The Yangtze River Delta on the side let out a cry of mental breakdown:

“…… Even if you fall into the eyes of money, you have to stop in moderation! ”

We sent the head of the robber leader to Mr. Gerald, the sheriff, and each of us exchanged it for thirty silver coins and a "Vitality Ring" that would speed up the recovery of life force. After receiving the reward, Fei Yin yelled at him for being too stingy, and even wanted to rush up and rip the pendant off Gerald's neck - of course, the Yangtze River Delta chord Song Yayi pulled her in time.

At a nearby grocery store, Fei Yin sold most of the loot we had collected along the way, leaving behind only a few potions and the items we needed to practice our professional skills. Although things like bat wings and wild dog eyes are not very valuable, they can become a lot of wealth when they are accumulated. We sold more than three gold coins of these things, and together with the looted from the robbers and finally found in the robber leader's chest, we had collected about ten of them.

To my surprise, Fei Yin actually gave us back the money very fairly, and she didn't even take a single copper. Disgusted with the trouble, she offered to leave all the odds to Fei Yin, but she resolutely refused, and was severely lectured and blackmailed with a staff for the indefinite future—I don't know when it will be cashed into.

When the Yangtze River Delta told me that Xiange Yayi had already taken on hundreds of debts to Fei Yin, many of which only existed in the legendary artifact equipment, looking back at the way this elven ranger agreed without hesitation, I somewhat understood what it meant to "don't itch if you have more lice, and don't worry if you have more debts".

Although Fei Yin has shown a fanatical pursuit of money along the way, I don't think she is actually a girl who is greedy for money. Sometimes, in some details, her actions and decisions are almost completely opposite to this character, and at this time she seems more real and natural. It's just that she seems to be more enthusiastic about playing such a role and getting along with her friends in this way. It will make her feel at ease and make others feel happy when they are with her.

This quirky feeling applies to other people as well: Longbow Shooting Sun is not necessarily a guy who likes to kill, Xian Ge Yayi is not necessarily as weak as he seems, and Yangtze River Delta is not a murderer who likes to appear behind other people's backs. They are only as they are because they are willing. They like to communicate with others in this way, bridging the gap between mutual criticism and exposing weaknesses.

It has been said that everyone wears a mask of hypocrisy in their lives. But I don't think it's necessarily a bad thing to wear a mask like them, which is friendly and funny.

After returning the mission and ending the spoils, they met to hunt outside the city to upgrade. I thought about it, but still rejected them. Just a few days ago, I was still agonizing about not being able to make up the tuition fees for alchemy, but in half a day, I became a "rich man" with two gold coins and thirty-seven silver coins. Taking this opportunity, I would like to start learning this life skill first.

I went again to the house of the alchemist Edgwell and asked him to learn alchemy.

"One gold coin, ninety silver coins." He rigidly guarded the floor price of tuition.

I put the money into his hands, and there was a crisp "whoosh" sound as the coin changed hands, and I felt it sounded like my heart was broken.

That's a lot of money!

After paying the tuition, a poor bastard with only forty-seven silver coins left in his body began to take his first alchemy lesson......

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