Many's hands trembled, and the drink in the cup spilled out of the table. He reached for the machete on his waist, but it was empty.
This action made the owner even more certain that the person was a mercenary who had not been here for many years. He laughed and pointed at a figure in a black robe that happened to pass by the stall. "It's just a skeleton. There's nothing to be afraid of!"
His words were exaggerated, but many could hear the tremble in his voice. As if he had mustered up his courage, the boss shouted at the figure, "Hey!
I'm talking to you!
Monster in a black robe! "
The figure in the robe stopped obediently.
This scene seemed to be a little unexpected. The owner's expression turned awkward for a moment, and Many stood up. From the owner's point of view, it was obvious that there was an extra dagger in his hand.
At this moment, his acting skills could be said to be perfect. All of his reactions were like that of a low-level but unusually vigilant mercenary.
The movement of the black-robed figure seemed to be a little stiff. It took him a few seconds to turn around. This made people shudder, as if they were facing the horror of childhood fairy tales.
The face under the hood was wrapped with bandages, and two empty eye sockets could be seen with a faint light. The light seemed to have no effect on them. The traces of linen bandages on his body made him look like an ordinary thin man.
"What's the matter?
A human. "
To everyone's surprise, the skeleton actually spoke.
He spoke in the common language of Saint-Rames, and surprisingly, he had a unique accent of the Southern Territory!
The bandaged mouth was slightly wriggling, and many did not understand how this guy without vocal cords could speak.
"I … I'm fine!"
The wife stuttered and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. She rolled her eyes and quickly took a cup of drink that was prepared for other customers. "You're too hot. Drink some water …"
"Cough cough …"
Many really could not control themselves. They wanted to laugh but were afraid of embarrassing the person, so they pretended to choke and coughed violently. The dagger in their hands also disappeared.
The skeleton looked at the shop owner strangely. He did not stand on ceremony. He picked up the blanket with his right hand, pulled off the bandage on his mouth with his left hand, and poured the water into his mouth.
"Thank you."
With that, he turned around and walked into the distance.
But there was a trail left on the ground. The drink flowed down his body and onto the ground, as if a car was leaking oil, but he didn't notice it. This scene made the unnatural civilians around him burst into laughter.
Sometimes, commoners were like this. Although they had complaints, they were willing to endure it and laugh at the same time. It couldn't be said to be sad, but it also couldn't be said to be fortunate.
Many people watched as the boss wiped his sweat. When he turned around, he had already returned to his previous natural manner of talking and laughing. "You see, don't be afraid. They won't do anything to you. Just focus on walking your own path."
"Does the Lord not care?"
Many of them looked like they had yet to recover from their shock. While others were laughing, their faces were filled with fear. It was a reaction that only those who had seen the undead for the first time would have.
"Manage?
These guys are all brought by the Lord. But I have to say, they really save us a lot of trouble. "
The boss was also good at talking. He began to introduce the good things about the skeletons, and a few customers next to him echoed. Although there were objections, they could tell that the skeletons did not bring too much negative impact to the territory.
"So … is the Lord in the city?"
Many people interjected while they were bragging about the bravery of Chris's army.
"Yes, just over there!"
A guy with a beard pointed to the distance. "The Castellan's mansion. Do you want to go there?
I advise you not to think about it. I haven't seen anyone who has been able to go in so far. "
Many people did not continue to ask questions. They hurriedly thanked him and left.
His back became the object of laughter for the group of people just now, but no one knew what level the person in front of them was.
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"How are you, Leoric?"
The spacious hall had a warm and comfortable temperature, and the marble floor reflected the light very clearly. But the figure sitting on the throne made the atmosphere in the room a little cold.
Augustine's hands were placed on the armrests of the stone chair. His posture was upright and meticulous, and there was an indescribable majesty in his sea-blue eyes. Three people stood in front of him. Speaking of which, he had met all three of them before.
Chris, Nos Davion, and Leoric.
The Duke of Destruction from the Undead Plane, a dragon known as a combat genius, and a former king of the human empire. At this moment, the three undead stood respectfully in front of 'St. Augustine'. Their waists, which had never bent before, were now slightly leaning forward in a pious manner.
It was not only respect for their strength, but also respect for their 'mentor'.
"Mentor, everything is as you can see."
Leoric's voice was not as domineering and arrogant as it used to be. He, who was proud and almost paranoid, was now as docile as the most obedient student.
"Still the same. Very ambitious, but not very practical."
Augustine's words were simple, but with just a few sentences, he had determined the inner character of a top-level master. Facing such an evaluation, Leoric nodded slightly and did not reply.
"Not bad. This is better than Nos."
Augustine waved his hand and turned his gaze to Nos, who was standing there holding his breath.
"Come, attack me."
His voice was very soft, and there was no sense of command in it.
But this sentence made Nos shiver all over. His gaze, which had not been raised, moved to Augustine's feet. He did not even dare to raise his head.
There was almost no time for hesitation. Nois' next action was abnormally violent — he raised both his arms, and the elemental energy gathered at a frightening speed. In the blink of an eye, a huge aquamarine sphere shot towards Augustine!
Crack!
There was a strange sound of impact, followed by the sound of sand hitting glass in the strong wind. The 'prism ball' that carried a huge amount of energy disappeared into thin air in front of Augustine.
The law of conservation of energy seemed to have lost its effect at this moment. Elements could not appear and disappear out of thin air, but in front of Augustine, the impossible seemed to have become possible.
"Mentor …"
Nos's voice was mixed with an indescribable feeling. This genius, who was more prideful than anyone else, stiffened as if he had thought of something.
"Stand up straight. I'm your mentor. Once I am, I will always be."
Augustine's expression was not as cold as when he faced Leoric. Instead, there was a sense of concern.
This old man who had lived for who knew how many years did not have the slightest bit of stage fright in front of these fellows who could terrify even Roslorian. There was only one reason — these three people in front of him were all his apprentices.
Just what kind of person would be able to nurture such a terrifying apprentice?
"Saville is dead, but this is a release for him. I have to say that he is the kindest of my students."
Augustine inadvertently revealed another truth. "If it weren't for his kindness, his achievements wouldn't be lower than yours."