When Lan En stepped over the rift where the celestial spheres met, it finally felt right this time.

He no longer felt drowsy and tired, but simply dizzy and wanted to vomit.

God, Lan En never imagined that he would miss such a disgusting feeling one day.

With a "bang", the witch with the sword of the lake girl pinned to his waist came out of the crack where the celestial spheres converged, and fell forward uncontrollably, splashing a large handful of water.

By the power of the Lady of the Lake, this end of the rift was always fixed to the altar of Dagon.

On the ground made of large marbles, there is a layer of lake water about ten centimeters deep, and lotus leaves and lotus flowers float on the water.

It's the smell of nature, floral, lakey, fishy.

Compared to Yanan, the air of Lake Vigema naturally reached a wonderful level.

The witcher involuntarily closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, as if to baptize himself with the fresh air.

But as I inhaled it, a light, lake-like smell became stronger and stronger.

A soft palm began at Lann's neck and stroked upwards, then hooked his jaw, forcing him to open his eyes.

"Good evening, ma'am." As soon as he finished speaking, Lan En grinned, "No, you don't have to return the salute, I don't want to hear 'good evening' at all now, my last night was terrible." ”

"Then 'you're good,' Lan."

The lady of the lake withdrew her provocative fingers and spoke in a kind voice.

She picked up Lan and led him with him to Black Tern Island.

The lady didn't use her own strength, but like an ordinary nymph, she supported Lan En with her flesh.

Of course, she was also like the Nymph fairy from beginning to end, her lake-green body naked.

"It seems that you have dealt with a tricky enemy this time, and you even lost your armor."

"It's not that I'm lost, I've encountered a creature called the Old Gods, and my armor is stuck with the blood of one of them. The blood is so wicked that I can't bring it here. ”

The Lady of the Lake looked a little surprised at Lan En's announcement, and then she leaned close to Lan En, her nose fluttering, as if she wanted to smell something.

Lan didn't know if she had smelled anything, but he felt a soft and intense pressure on his arm as the goddess leaned over.

So he couldn't help but lean towards the goddess. Getting closer

"Whew!"

Almost in the blink of an eye, Lan En covered his forehead and eyes again.

The swelling pain of getting a lot of information in my mind, and the joy of [Spiritual Vision] being stimulated appeared in my mind together.

He felt that he had not allowed this strange new sense to grow too fast since he had acquired it.

The helpless voice of the Lady of the Lake rang in Lan's ears.

"Hey, I thought you were going to kiss me! I even straightened my head! ”

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

Lan En smiled sheepishly. The Lady of the Lake was not angry, but she was visibly rude as she pulled Lan En along.

"The new skills obtained from another world are always a little uncontrollable curiosity."

When he had just used his Spiritual Vision to observe the Lady of the Lake, he had seen a gentle and vast expanse of the Infinite Lake.

The lake shone with an inspiring golden light, clear, precious, and beautiful. In an instant, all kinds of descriptions popped out of his head.

But as he looked at it for longer and longer, the glow of the lake, though still inspiring, began to become dazzling.

Eventually, he was stinging from his eyes.

In the physical world, this long gaze is only a matter of moments.

"Okay, okay." The lady led him to the waterhole where they had first met, and sat him down on a circle of rocks by the waterhole.

Then Lan heard the 'whoosh' of the water, and then, clear water poured down his forehead, flowing through his temples, scalp, forehead, and eyes.

And everywhere he passed, he felt a refreshing sense of relaxation.

This water has a strange power.

"You've seen Ishna of Brockleon, right? She used her power to carve out a small waterhole in the forest, and she intercepted a suitable part of the vitality of the forest and put it in the waterhole, thus turning it into a magic spring. It's not hard to do. ”

Lan En pursed his lips inwardly.

Aisina has stripped the entire forest of vitality, but Lake Vegema has been managed by humans for hundreds of years, and there is no 'superfluous vitality' here.

It's all the power of the Lady of the Lake herself.

Lan En tentatively opened his eyes, and sure enough, he was already much better. So he wiped the spring water from his head and thanked the lady.

The lady of the lake walked gracefully into the waterhole and waved her hand indifferently.

"You deserve it, Lanne. Those old gods. Oh, it feels so bad. I don't want to say it, but they do remind me of Dagon. It's a little different, but it's still a bunch of weird and weird 'things'. ”

"If you come with their blood, even if it's just the one stuck to your armor, I'm afraid I'll have to clean up all of Lake Vegema."

The witcher raised an eyebrow, hoping that the 'cleanup' in the lady's mouth was not what he had thought.

"And your 'new craft'."

Speaking of [Spiritual Vision], the lady of the lake casually turned over in the waterhole, and the surface of the water flashed to reveal an amazing arc.

"It was a novel feeling, I could feel you looking at me and seeing my presence in the depths of the world."

"It's strange, I never thought there would be such a way? By improving [Vision], to enhance the overall existence of oneself To be honest, am I good-looking? ”

In the first half of the sentence, the lady's exchange still had a bit of an academic atmosphere, which made Lan En nod frequently.

But in the second half of the sentence, there is a kind of seductive ambiguity in that tone.

"But ma'am, you are a lake in my eyes. Although the lake is indeed beautiful. ”

As a view, the exhilarating golden lake is impeccable.

But do you want me to have any idea about a lake?!

The lady glanced at Lan En with a wordless gaze, as if wondering why his hobbies were so narrow.

This made the corners of Lan's mouth twitch.

After a moment of silence, the Lady of the Lake swam from the middle of the pool to the stone where Lan was sitting. Lying on top of it with his hands tilted, he tilted his head and looked up at the side of Lan's face.

"I'm sorry, Lanne."

"What?"

"I've been a little negligent with you, this journey is dangerous, but I'm sorry if you hadn't handled the blood of the old gods on your own, I didn't help much."

"You're also busy, last time I remember you dealt with a lake god who was sacrificed by blood? It would be troublesome if that thing had time to root itself in the depths of the world, right? We made a covenant, and I was just dealing with what we had agreed upon. ”

"Nope." The palm that was as gentle as a lake gently pressed the back of Lan En's hand.

"Not anymore, at least when you come back, I'll be there for you."

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