Dancing is not allowed on the grave

Chapter 22

Lancelot laughed lowly, held his fingers very lightly, and rubbed his fingertips between Syl's knuckles, as if carefully playing with a cherished treasure.

His fingers were too cold, as if there was still an electric current in the cold current, and the skin of Searle's hands was very thin, so he couldn't help trembling slightly after being so stimulated.

"I'm going to the bathroom..." Syl climbed out of bed in a panic, hid his index finger in his palm, and slipped out of the cabin.

There was no toilet in the cemetery, and he didn't intend to go to the toilet at all, he just found a reason to slip out.

Syl strolled to Hades' coffin, bent down and knocked, "Mr. Demon King, are you asleep?"

"Boom!" - the sound of getting up violently and bumping your head.

Hades rubbed his head and said excitedly: "Hey, you are paralyzed when you sleep!"

Searle: "..."

This "devil king" is really energetic.

Somehow, listening to Hades speak, Syl always has an inexplicable sense of intimacy, as if... returning to his original world?

He suddenly thought of a possibility—there might be other human beings who traveled through the world like him.

"Mr. Demon King, may I ask if you have traveled through time?"

There was a moment of silence in the coffin: "Why do you ask that?"

"Hmm... I hear you don't speak like a local?"

"Really? I think I look alike?"

"So—" Syl opened his eyes wide, "You really came from another world?"

"Yeah." Hades agreed, before realizing what was wrong, "How do you know this?"

The aborigines of Luosla continent should not have this concept.

"Oh——" Hades realized, "I'll tell you how you, a little boy, live in such a strange place and hang out with such strange people. It turns out that you are also from another world. "

In fact, Searle felt, they might have come from another world.

"But didn't you say that you are the devil king who has been sleeping for thousands of years?"

"Damn." Hades tapped on the coffin board briskly, with a very unbeatable tone, "That is used to deceive the people here. I heard that they are particularly afraid of that, the devil who was sealed underground by the pope."

"Two days ago, I ran into Qingjiao from the Holy See of Holy Light, and I happened to hear them talking about it. It seemed that the demon king was about to wake up, so I first used his identity to scare people."

Searle: "..."

The secrecy measures of the Holy See of the Holy Light are really worrying.

"If it weren't for the people here not knowing me, I wouldn't care to pretend to be some kind of demon king." Hades let out a low and weird laugh again, "I'm much better than him."

"To be honest, I was originally the leader of a secret organization..."

"so smart?"

"Of course!" Hades swelled up, "My superpower is devastating!"

Seale asked from outside the coffin, "Superpower? Can you fly?"

"Uh...no."

"Can it breathe fire?"

"Uh... also can't."

"Can that become a giant?"

"Can't you?"

Searle rubbed the back of his head blankly, "Is your superpower just talking about it?"

"..." Hades said with low confidence, "Anyway, my superpower is amazing, but it's sealed and can't be used now."

"Young man, I don't think you are like an ordinary person, do you want to join my organization? The membership fee is very cheap!"

organization?

Syl suddenly remembered, "You said before that those undead were your subordinates? But they were obviously infected with the corpse plague to become like that."

"Oh, I lied to you." Hades said sarcastically, "Actually, I was chased by them and climbed up the wall. I happened to see you underneath, so I frightened you."

Searle: "..."

OK.

He then asked, "How did you get here?"

Hades replied: "I died there, and I was here when I opened my eyes. What about you?"

"Me too." Syl said softly, "I'm dead too."

He sat on the coffin, swinging his slender legs slightly.

Syl opened the parchment map, entered the alchemy pool page, and then synthesized windmill grass.

Crystals of magic elements are common materials in magic shops. They can be used to enchant weapons and equipment, smelt runes, etc., and magicians above the level of grand mages have mastered the control of elements and can extract what they need from the air. Elements are condensed into crystals, and the quality is determined by the condensed purity.

The higher the quality of crystallization, the higher the requirements for mana and environment.

The concentration of magic elements in the cemetery is not high, so the crystals Syl asked Melotti and Nancy to extract had only the lowest green quality.

【congratulations!The synthesis was successful! 】

[Unlock Illustration: Firetongue]

[Obtain a rare plant card: Fire tongue X1]

[Pyrotongue: A burning effect is produced in a straight line, causing burning damage every second, and the burning damage can be stacked up to 3 layers.Note: Burn and frost effects cancel each other out. 】

[Plant Description: My passion, hey!It's like a fire!Burning the entire desert——]

Syl put the fire tongue card aside first, then dragged the wind element crystal X1 and the windmill card X2 to the groove of the alchemy pool.

He seemed to be lucky today, and he didn't fail three consecutive synthesis.

The windmill prairie is originally a wind attribute, and after being synthesized with the wind element, the wind power is only increased on the original basis, and the blades have also increased from three to four.

[Windmill Grass: A stream of air is generated within a straight line, which has a chance to roll up a hurricane, causing range damage and being knocked into the air. 】

[Plant description: The big windmill squeaks and squeaks non-stop~]

Searle: "..."

Why can this plant description be spoken?

Is he going to sing along? ?

The ice wind grass is like this:

【The cold wind blows~】

Searle tried his best to block the familiar melody that kept ringing in his mind, and dragged two pieces of windmill grass and one ice element crystal into the alchemy pool again.

[The material you selected contains rare quality props, do you want to continue the synthesis? 】

【whether】

Syl was stunned for a moment, first chose No, and then dragged out the ice element crystal.

Nancy and Melotti mentioned when helping to condense the elements that rare quality elemental crystals are very rare, even for magicians of their level, they can only be extracted in treasure lands rich in magical elements.

But Searle remembered that when this elemental crystal with purple luster was condensed, Lancelot seemed to be standing in front of him, pinching it casually...Mr. Steward is really terrifying.

Syl shook his head, held the ice elemental crystal in his palm and observed it carefully.

[The condensed ice element crystal with extremely high purity is colder than the heart of the predecessor. 】

Searle: "..."

He has never been in a relationship before, so he doesn't know if his ex is cold-hearted - but Mr. Housekeeper's body is really cold.

Lancelot said before that his body temperature was so low because he practiced ice magic, which caused his body to become elemental.Judging by this standard, Syl felt that he must be a very, very powerful magician.

Syl looked in the direction of the cabin, and remembered that it had been a long time since he excused himself to go to the toilet, and it was time to go back to sleep.

He carefully collected the crystals and walked back to the cabin.

Syl pushed open the door very lightly, stepped in, and blocked the faint light from outside the room.After his eyes got used to it a little bit, he groped his way to the bedside.

Just as she was about to climb onto the bed, a cold hand suddenly came to him in the darkness, holding him gently, as if she was afraid that he would not be able to see clearly.

Syl paused, and some inexplicable emotions welled up in his chest.

The hands holding him were not warm...but extremely gentle.

"Mr. Butler...you haven't slept yet?"

"Well, it's too dark at night, I'm afraid His Highness won't be able to find a bed when he comes back."

Perhaps the dark night is a breeding ground for subtle emotions. Syl held that cold hand, and suddenly felt a strange, unspeakable emotion.

He didn't know what it was, and he was too lazy to delve into it. He just followed his own mind and put that hand to the side of his face.

Compared with Lancelot's body temperature, Searle's face was almost scorching hot. He dawdled for a while in ignorance, raised his eyes to look over, and fell into the deep black pupils.

"Your Highness." Lancelot's voice was somehow hoarse, "What are you doing?"

Syl's eyelashes cast a silhouette under his eyes, fluttering gently like a crow's feathers. "……I don't know either."