How long has it been since you were scared?

Faced with this problem, Mr. Sa almost subconsciously gaged: "That's too much, buddies are afraid of being left far behind by their brothers every day......"

But neither of them was amused this time.

In a quiet atmosphere, all three of them realized the seriousness of the problem.

Catch the sheep continued: "Are our senses still normal?

"Have we been skeletons for so long that we've forgotten that this is reality and not a game?

"Do we only have one life?

"These are issues that need to be taken seriously at this stage. In order to achieve our goals, we must maintain this white lie.

"We have to make sure that Heine has no reservations about us, so that we can know his thoughts well enough to give targeted information to help him develop better.

"It's a win-win deal, and maybe we'll have a chance to become human in the future."

Mr. Sa: "So you set yourself a setting of a dead paladin?" ”

"Yes, he's probably going in the direction of the Luku Plains. You two also have to think about it, plan it, and have a reasonable persona...... For example, Dailin is good. ”

Teacher Xia: "? Attacking me again? ”

After thinking about it, Mr. Sa said: "Then I have an idea, I can be the 'Wind of the Jungle' Sabellia, this time from the withering bow to the sighing bow seamlessly, this wave is perfect!" ”

The pressure came to Mr. Xia.

He couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

In all fairness, Dailin's character is pretty good......

…

Heine, who was quietly listening to all this, couldn't help but give a thumbs up to the sheep catcher.

Great, I thought so too.

He was very happy that the other party could deliberately keep this distance and proportion.

It's good for both parties.

He can get more information for nothing, and they can be more comfortable serving themselves.

It's a real win-win situation.

It's time to find out who Sabellia is, and the withered bow that Sa has been thinking about for a long time has to prepare for him.

Dylan closed his notebook and breathed a sigh of relief.

He had already written down the whole process of Heine's attempt.

This simply reshaped his perception of Yuan Ling!

Dylan suddenly walked over to the bookshelf and pulled out a book and handed it to Heine.

How to Become a Psychic

The name sounds like a third-rate success.

"Matt was deceived by this book, and the people of Villitas seem to be studying psychics as well, but it is obviously impossible for them to come up with the real results, especially the people here."

Dylan laughed to himself.

It seems that he also knows the reality of the blockade of the mountains of McCalalla.

"Then the purpose of their doing this is ......"

"Who knows, throw out a few whimsical ideas, maybe some fool will try. Who else is there here to study these things but the Githiles? ”

"I take the liberty of asking, what is the relationship between Principal Garay and you?"

"Hunter is my uncle, and Garre's wife, Alice, is my sister."

Heine couldn't help but look at Dylan twice.

Headmaster Garay was almost fifty years old, but he looked like he was thirty at most.

"Surprised? My father used to be like that. ”

Dylan showed that oozing smile again, which seriously affected the appearance of this face.

"Want to know why?"

Heine knew that he was going to play ethics again, so he simply didn't answer, and opened the book with his head down.

Dylan snorted disdainfully.

…

The book defines a psychic as "an advanced version of a necromancer who can summon spirits".

Nor can it be said that it is completely wrong.

Geists are extremely weak, like plankton from the underworld.

Their response to the call is an instinctive act, and they do not need the involvement of the primordial spirit to cross the barrier.

But the spirit is powerful and carries knowledge, and in order to summon it, it is necessary to open a passage between the two worlds.

At this time, it is indeed necessary to communicate with Yuan Ling.

In addition, it is also mentioned that the activity and inertia of the Yuan Spirit are different.

This is faintly in line with Heine's experience.

The one who helped him hide was the inert Yuan Ling, like a social animal fishing at the workstation when he was about to get off work.

The primordial spirits that make up the circle are much more lively, and they will even send the messages of "wrong" and "stupid" to Heine.

Looking at it, the surprise in Heine's eyes became even more and more obvious.

He turned to the first page and wrote down the author's name.

Carl Ilan.

Maybe there's something really going on with this guy......

"Can you lend me this book?" He asked.

"Whatever, but I advise you to watch less."

"Okay."

Heine put away the book.

Soon it was time for lunch, and Heine met Dylan's wife, Selima.

She was covered in blood, carrying a half-human-tall boning knife and a giant hyena hind leg.

Dylan seemed to be used to this scene.

"She's a native of Nice, and she used to be a soul hunter in the Shadow Temple, and she's been in a bad mood lately, and she often goes out hunting to relax."

Heine said to himself, this is too hardcore.

Selima suddenly whispered a few words in Dylan's ear, then looked at Heine with a strange look in her eyes, and turned to go into the kitchen.

Dylan was slightly surprised: "You and the Nice man who buried the bones...... When was this? ”

"Huh?"

Heine looked confused.

He's probably talking about Thiara......

No, how can this be seen?

"I remember her name was Thiara, right? To be honest, I was surprised. ”

Dylan had a strange expression: "She's the next acolyte of the Shadow Sanctuary in Godro City, and theoretically she's going to keep a festival for the rest of her life." ”

Heine was shocked: "Then ...... now"

"Don't worry, the request is only to prohibit debauchery, but abstinence is the norm for the clergy of the Northlands, and you can still go to her." Dylan joked, "I'm more curious about how you melted this piece of ice." ”

Heine tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Three years of hot breakfast in exchange?

It's possible.

A lot of late-night long talks in the name of asking questions?

Maybe.

He can't deny that as a young man with an adult male soul and strong willpower, his pursuit of such a mature woman is very natural.

He has always had a lot of respect for his XP.

It's just that I didn't expect the other party to be this identity.

"How did Lady Selima see that?" He wondered.

"You have the blessings of the Lady of the Dead Whisperers, most of which she transferred to you, and the people of Nice can feel it."

"Blessings?"

Heine was dumbfounded.

"Did it work?"

Dylan looked at him with pity:

"Do you think I look like I'm going to be blessed?"

……

Perhaps because Heine gave so little information, the conversation failed to attract the attention of the three brothers.

They were busy making up stories for themselves, and Heine didn't bother with that.

In the afternoon, Heine, who had regained his mental strength, continued to talk to the other two skeletons.

With the previous experience, and the fact that they had typed the draft, the next conversation went smoothly.

He was given the confusing names of Sa and Natsu, and then pretended to be abrupt and wrote down their "possible origins" respectively.

Mr. Sa managed to anchor the "Traces of Withered", apparently trying to figure out a solution for his own "Sabellia".

Teacher Xia is an unknown male wanderer in the Whispering Forest.

The focus is on men.

Heine stayed here for the next two days.

He spends most of his time studying necromancy with Dylan.

Although his almost sparse basic knowledge of the "summoning course" made Dylan laugh angrily, the good thing was that his spellcasting skills and comprehension skills were really good.

Of course, the three brothers are indispensable to this.

Although they may not have played necromancer, they definitely have beaten necromancer.

The "mature play" revealed in his words became Heine's goal.

There is nothing wrong with thinking and associating in this direction.

So this has become a strong proof of Mr. Sa's mouth that "my eldest brother's understanding is really awesome".

In addition, with the "bridge of communication" here, he will chat with the sheep as long as his mental strength recovers.

First, confirm the identity of the other party by narrowing down the scope of time and place.

Second, he also tried to teach the other party some lingua franca.

But he is well aware of the "step-by-step, deliberately stupid" plan of sheep hunting.

So one of them didn't ask very carefully, and the other dealt with two sentences casually, and the progress of both things was slow.

This also led Dylan to record a new piece of knowledge that didn't work:

The revenant will resist recalling everything about the moment of death, and will resist language learning.

……

As twilight fell, Heine, who was regaining his mental strength, was awakened by the sound of hurried footsteps.

He saw Dylan coming with a solemn face, clutching a crow in his pale hand.

"What's wrong?"

"My raven sees Arthur coming this way.

"He's still carrying a man on his shoulder."