After drinking the cup of sticky honey-like dragon's blood, but the taste was disgusting, Kyle didn't brush her teeth immediately as she thought, but because of the powerful effect of the dragon's blood, the whole body directly hibernated, whether it was sister or sister, they had fallen into the deepest sleep, in fact, the effect of this cup of dragon blood prepared by Char Donghai for Kyle was somewhat similar to letting Kyle experience the realm of the knight king one step in advance, of course, it doesn't mean that she is the knight king after drinking this cup of potion, in layman's terms, some supermarket taste feelings, on the basis of strengthening the body and soul, so that Kyle can briefly contact that realm, such an advantage is that when her soul leaps again in the future, she will have experience to follow.

"After this little doll's body completely absorbs this cup of dragon blood, it is estimated that she will be able to reach the high-level knight, but in order to prevent her from having sequelae like you, this process has been slowed down a lot, and the effect of those herbs added later is here, so that the dragon blood can be slowly absorbed by her. ”

Don Quixote gently picked up Kyle and laid her flat on the bed, "Senior, how long will she probably sleep?"

"Well, depending on her own situation, the longer she sleeps, the better the effect, but congratulations, in the near future, there may be another wife with the strength of a knight king, but you yourself are indeed the weakest. ”

"Knight King?" Don Quixote gently stroked Kyle's forehead, "I guess that when she really becomes the Knight King, this personality category may heal itself, and then she should be the surname of her sister Kyle, but she will retain her sister Kyle's way of thinking and way of doing things." ”

"Quite possibly, after all, this little doll will run away like this because she is not confident, when her strength is on par with your lover in Britain"

"Lover, your sister!" Don Quixote interrupted Char Tohae with a helpless expression.

"Haha," Char Tokai did not refute Don Quixote's annoyance, "By the way, I have good news for you." ”

"Don Quixote, who seemed to be a little tired, sat down on the sofa and lit himself a cigarette, and recently he found that his addiction to smoking was getting heavier, although his strong physique would not let the smoke of fantasy dust do him any harm."

"The world of Faeron will no longer erase the soul by rules. ”

"Really?" Don Quixote was a little surprised when he heard the news, if this news is true, then it means that someone has modified the basic rules of the world of Ferron, you can imagine how powerful this person is, in fact, Don Quixote's head involuntarily popped out of the figure of Osiris, "How do you know?"

"How do I know?" Char Donghai threw the empty bottle in his hand under the Wall of Sighs, and the bottle with a trace of his strength directly frightened the bunch of souls that died near the Wall of Sighs into scattering, "A bunch of mentally handicapped demonic beast souls are floating there under Lao Tzu's wall, and under normal circumstances, these souls should have dissipated a long time ago." ”

"That's so," Don Quixote couldn't help but be happy, as a lich, he didn't need to rely on his body to fight, because he had already died once, so even if his soul left his body, he wouldn't be taken away by Osirius, so that he could dodge most of the physical and pure elemental spells, that is, if he only used his soul to fight when he fought, then other attacks would be ineffective against him except for spells specifically aimed at souls, "This is really good news." ”

"Yes, to be honest, the lich of the Faeron world is very similar to a profession called ghost cultivation in our desolate world, that is, the ghosts in those stories that your father told you, and they belong to the ghost cultivation."

"Do they have a life box too?"

"That's not it, but"-

It is still a pool of stagnant water in the river Styx, all kinds of souls are soaked in it, some have empty eyes, and some are still trying their best to climb to the shore, even if they are pulled back by the resentful spirits in the river again and again, but there is a particularly peculiar soul in it, it seems that the water of the Styx River does not stop her from wandering freely in the river, looking at her appearance does not look like a pure human, but a half-orc, of course, if Don Quixote is here, maybe he will probably recognize it, this is the first woman he had since he came to the world of Ferron, the cat man Shirley。

Even though she has been soaked in the water of the Styx for so many years, Shirley still shows no signs of assimilation, her eyes are still clear, in other words, she still has a sense of self, as for why she is a slave at the bottom of the world who can resist the Styx, it is because the little spiritual energy that Don Quixote left in her soul back then is combined with her obsession.

Of course, Shirley didn't know that Don Quixote was not dead, in her memory, the mighty Safi had killed Don Quixote, so for so many years, when she found herself free to wander in the river, she had been searching, looking forward to finding Don Quixote's soul, and even she had a little expectation, that is, to continue living with this man in this terrible world.

But the reality is always cruel, if there is no accident, Shirley will continue to wander in the River Styx, until one day the spiritual energy in her soul is consumed by the passage of time, with a trace of unwillingness in her heart to completely dissipate in the underworld, of course, everything that has anything to do with Don Quixote, how can there be one thing that is not accidental?

For example, at this moment, Shirley, who had not spoken for many years, was swimming in the River Styx like a fish as always, but suddenly, as if she had been fished out of the river by some strange force, she floated into the air.

Shirley, who had never encountered this situation before, seemed to be a little panicked, but when she looked left and right, she realized that it was not what she was worried about, because she was able to roam freely in the River Styx and angered the Grim Reaper, because not only her, but all the souls that had not been completely corrupted by the River Styx were fished out of the River Styx, and then these souls were thrown in all directions of the Styx like stones one by one, and at the moment when Shirley lost consciousness, she seemed to see the water of the River Styx turn scarlet, as thick as blood

"Where is this?" because she hadn't spoken for a long time, so this sentence was just Shirley asking herself in her heart, but when she opened her eyes, the whole person was stunned, because the scenery here was so familiar, even if she had gradually forgotten, but when she saw everything in front of her, all the memories hidden in the deepest part of her heart came to mind, because this was the British Slave Chamber of Commerce that she was most familiar with and wanted to go back to.

Of course, this is not to say that she still wants to be a slave, but Shirley knows that this place has the last memories of her concern, it looks dilapidated, and there is a feeling that the fire has burned, and it is obvious that before the construction work has begun, Safi and Ross are already dead, so everything here is frozen in what it was after the fire.

In the empty slave chamber of commerce, there is only Shirley alone, it should be a soul, the reason is very simple, no one has been here for a few years, so there has been no more death, and those slaves who died here back then, after nearly seven or eight years, have already been corroded by the River Styx, where will there be other souls coming, obviously Osiris before was not too concerned about the death and life of the souls, after all, there are new people dying every moment every day, so she is not short of souls.

Shirley didn't know all this, and she wouldn't care, now she had fallen into deep memories, walking in the corridor that had accompanied Don Quixote countless times beyond recognition, one hand gently caressing the wall that could collapse at any time, and fortunately, the soul has no weight even in the underworld, they can choose to walk, or they can choose to drift, otherwise, this building that has experienced the wind and the corrosion of the underworld may be collapsed by this unexpected visitor.

"Is this an alchemy laboratory?" Perhaps to match her mood, Shirley, who had not spoken for a long time, muttered in her very unfamiliar British language, looking at the wreckage after the burning explosion, even the bed she liked to curl up in the past, of course, the bed in the bedroom that had more sex with Don Quixote, was burned because of the burning after the explosion, and only the skeleton remained, and Shirley, who shook her head, continued to walk along the route of memory and came to the same familiar bedroom.

"Squeak~" pushed open the half-burned door, and Shirley strode into the room, which was unfortunately also in tatters, and did not have the taste of Don Quixote she expected

"I remember" Shirley had now left the crumbling slave chamber building, and instead came to the square where she had seen Don Quixote's corpse with her own eyes, "the body of the master was here"

"Bang!" Shirley sat on the ground that exuded the smell of decay, and looked up at the still dim sky of the underworld, "Could it be that the master's soul no longer exists?

"I am Osiris, the god of death," suddenly, a majestic voice with a hint of cold silence spread throughout the underworld, and countless confused, sad, helpless, and angry souls like Shirley, or similarly confused, sad, helpless, and angry were attracted by this voice, "From now on, the underworld will be re-established, and you can continue to live here with your soul body, or you can choose to believe in me, and go down to the path of rebirth under my guidance, and if you can reach the far north of the underworld, you can be reborn in Faerun, and if you have any questions, go to the center of the city where you are located, and you will find the answer."

"That's right," in Osiris's palace, after thousands of years, finally ushered in the first guest, her eldest sister God-King Goddess of Magic Misla, and the reason why Misra came over is very simple, that is, to come to help her sister, just like the previous announcement of the world similar to the establishment of the world, which was written by Misla, obviously this eldest sister must have eaten Osiris to say it badly, or if she didn't want to say it, so she came to help her sister, "But my sister, Those revenants must not be so familiar with the new rules of this world, that is a bit too general."

Osiris looked a little tired at the moment, obviously even if it was a true god, modifying an entire world, and establishing so many derivative laws interspersed under the basic rules of the world of Faeron, it was definitely not an easy task, in fact, there was also a part of this that Mithra came to help, obviously she didn't want her sister to be too tired, because after thousands of years, Char's seven gods can be said to be strangers to each other, but the relationship with Osiris is not bad.

After taking a breath, Osiris skillfully lit a cigarette for herself, "He designed one in the capital of every city" Osiris didn't seem to be able to think of adjectives anymore, so he could only scratch the space with his hand, so that Mithra could see a huge circular sphere floating in the center of the city, "It can answer all the questions of those souls on my behalf"

"Tsk," Mithra laughed a few times looking at the sphere that looked like a ball of light, but it obviously contained the most basic intelligent life, "This little mage is really thoughtful, I guess, maybe he will give up the magic net and borrow your power instead." ”

"No, he's very cunning, he won't do that, the believers of the eldest sister are very cunning. ”

(To be continued.) )