"So, am I going to spend the rest of my life with these two disobedient metal racks?"
Ron, who was helped to sit down on the sofa temporarily, sighed bitterly. He reached out and tapped the alchemy prosthesis of unknown alloy under him, and the crisp tapping sound echoed leisurely in the restaurant.
"I said, you have to adapt to it, and then it will become 'obedient'... and there will be a series of adjustments to make, which will make it easier for you to adapt." Sarah checked for him. In the prosthetic state, he said casually without raising his head, "Of course, if you really care about it being a 'metal frame'... Maybe I can help you fill the frame with some flesh-like material in the end? That might be possible. It started to look more like a real pair of legs.”
Ron, who was crying with a sad face, raised his brows when he heard this and seemed to be in a much better mood.
"Really? It sounds good, can I look forward to it?"
"sure."
After Sarah said this, she suddenly clapped her hands and stood up, tilted her head at Ron and said:
"Okay, I'll help you adjust the knee joints a little tighter. It may be slower to walk this way, but at least it won't be as difficult to control as before... let's stand up again and try!"
"Really? I'll try."
Before he finished speaking, Ron, who had been knocked down hard just now, stood up again and took a staggering step. The harsh "crunching" sound proved that Sarah had indeed tightened its joints a lot, which made Ron's first step extremely difficult, as if he was moving in slow motion.
"oh-"
"boom!"
Suddenly, Ron, who was about to take the second step, lost his balance and fell stiffly to the floor again.
"It's worse than before, isn't it?" Not far away, Luna looked here with interest, occasionally breaking off a small piece of apple pie crust and stuffing it into her mouth, chewing it deliciously, "... little Bai Ye, do you want a bite? Hermione just made it herself, it's sour and appetizing."
As she spoke, she broke off another piece, stretched out her hand to the side, and put it into Bai Ye's mouth that just opened to speak with great accuracy.
"Ah... um."
Bai Ye, whose mouth was gagged by Pie, was stunned for a moment, and found that he seemed to be unable to speak, so he simply stopped talking and chewed the apple pie that Luna had given him seriously.
After a while, she swallowed the small mouthful of pie and whispered with some regret:
"I'm sorry, actually I... can't taste what it tastes like. You may not know that neither I nor my people have such a thing as 'taste'."
"Well, I know." Luna waved her hand nonchalantly and said, "Actually, I already had a zombie friend before I came here. Her name is 'Silly Bo'... She did tell me that she hardly ever You can't taste food when you eat it. But let me tell you, you don't have to taste it to enjoy delicious food! Those ghosts in the school didn't even have the sense of smell or touch, but they still liked to hold dinner parties - and you At least you can still pick up the food and smell it, right?”
With that said, she broke off a small piece again and handed it to Bai Ye, then waved her hand and said:
"Smell it! The rich aroma of apples and the taste of butter cheese are mixed together so mellowly, it's really great... Oh, Ron, watch your head! Your right foot is almost reaching your forehead-"
Seeing that Luna's attention was attracted by the funny Ron, Bai Ye did not disturb her interest. He just followed the instructions and put another small piece of apple pie in his hand to the tip of his nose and took a deep breath. .
Living corpses do have a sense of smell, but it is still much weaker than ordinary humans. Now take a deep breath, and the fragrance only lingers faintly between the mouth and nose, and it is definitely not very "mellow".
However, as Luna said, since you can at least pick up the food and smell it, shouldn't you enjoy it? Just like one's own ability, even if it just lights up a boring light, it might also bring people an infinitely bright future.
"It does smell good." Bai Ye murmured softly.
…
"Sorry my friend they were a little noisy."
When Ron and Sarah were trying out the alchemy prosthetics, and Luna was dragging the living corpse Xiao Baiye over to watch happily, Hermione said this slightly apologetically at the dinner table.
But looking at her expression, it can be seen that she actually enjoys the messy scene in front of her.
"It's okay," the girl sitting next to her shook her head slightly, and looked at Ron stumbling over there with interest, "Miss Granger, your friends are very interesting... I'm here I think this may be one of the reasons why the master appreciates you so much, right?"
From the previous silence, one could tell that Hermione and the other humans didn't really want to mention the "Lord of the Living Corpses" tonight. She was very smart, and naturally she would not be unaware of this, but she took the initiative to mention the other party again at this time. There may be some deep meaning in this.
Of course, both parties actually knew that at tonight's dinner, the topic of "that person" would inevitably come up again. Even if you don't mention it for a while, it will only be a matter of sooner or later.
So... To be honest, although Hermione didn't know how to approach this topic, after a pause, she shook her head relatively calmly and said:
"Maybe! It's just... I think the relationship between us and your master is just to cooperate to destroy the enemy. Well, at least for now, that's the case."
"But you are very interested in my tribe?" The girl quickly replied, "Look, you even hope to make friends with Bai Ye and others."
"Well, how should I put it?" Hermione pursed her lips, "In short, this whole thing is very complicated, and it can't be explained with a simple 'not interested'... Of course, at least Xiaobaiye, I do I like it very much. But when it comes to all the members of your clan—"
The dinner has not officially started yet, and the topic seems to be getting closer and closer to the core conflict of this conversation. This is definitely not a good start.
Fortunately, at this very critical moment, another figure appeared at the door, accurately interrupting the increasingly rigid conversation.
"Hermione, I heard you prepared a big dinner tonight... Oh, are there any guests?"
What appeared at this moment was Delphi, whose whereabouts had been somewhat erratic in the past two days. She walked straight from the door to the dining table. After looking at the food on the table, she glanced at the two living corpse "distinguished guests" who were still at the table. Her attitude seemed a little subtle.