Under the night of the old world, the resting place is still as peaceful as ever.
In the tombs of mass burials, a melodious music is coming from a small shop with bright lights.
Through the curtain of the shop, you can vaguely see a pair of slender and fair legs leaning against the seat, and on the jade feet with clear joints, the pink nails glow with a soft light.
At the end of the serenade's music, there was a sudden movement in the outside world.
Among the messy tombstones, there was a stone lid of a coffin that was pushed open by a pair of hands. In the midst of the bang, the tomb knight in armor woke up from the coffin.
Although sleeping in the coffin, the tomb knight's armor did not have a trace of dust. The armor was somewhat damaged due to the battle before death, but it was still very bright, and even reflected the moonlight in the sky countless years ago.
The tomb knight walked to the door of the only lit shop, half kneeled on the ground, and respectfully said, "The owner."
"Come in." After a long time, a female voice came from behind the curtain. Her voice was very elegant and lazy, with a kind of sexy charm regardless of gender. There is also a sense of mystery, which makes people want to explore unconsciously.
The tomb knight lifted the cloth barrier, and immediately revealed the face of the owner of the beautiful legs inside.
Big wavy curly hair, slender eyes, slightly thick lips, and a small red mole on the lips. The appearance is not very beautiful, but it is very in line with her temperament, full of sexy and mysterious.
"Innkeeper, I sensed the vibration of the ground in the distance, and without any hesitation, I came to the resting place. I think there should be a customer coming." The Tomb Knight walked into the small shop, half kneeling on the ground, he In front of him is the small and round feet; even though the grave knight has been dead for many years, he is still a little dazzled by the scenery in front of him.
The tomb knight waited for a long time, but did not get a response, he looked up suspiciously.
However, he saw that the shopkeeper was playing with the ring on his little finger, which was in the shape of a snake biting its tail. He knew that the ring's name was Wuyu Boros, and it was the shopkeeper's favorite treasure. Once, there was a customer who wanted to exchange, but was rejected by the owner. Over the years, as long as the customer paid the corresponding price, the owner would basically not refuse the transaction of the other party, but that time was her rare rejection. From this, you can see the owner's love for rings.
The grave knight remembered that the ring appeared to be exchanged by a human for the shopkeeper.
The grave knight noticed that the innkeeper did not respond because she was looking in a certain direction while playing with the ring, as if she was looking at something.
The tomb knight was worried that the shopkeeper was thinking about something important, and he originally planned to continue to ask, but now he didn't dare to let the air out.
The stillness is maintained until... the music changes.
The beautiful serenade suddenly changed, and the passionate voice vibrated the eardrums, as if a thunderbolt hit on a sunny day, and the beautiful night began to rain.
This is a symphony, and the sound comes from a uniquely shaped crystal harp on the table. Like Ukrainian Poros, it was exchanged by the human being to the shopkeeper.
In this exciting symphony, Balalaika finally came to her senses. She reached out and stroked the crystal harp, and the music stopped immediately.
Balalaika turned off the music box, picked up the pipe on the small shelf, took a deep breath, and said, "What did you just say?"
The Tomb Knight hurriedly repeated what he said before.
"A guest coming?" Balalaika squinted and looked in a certain direction. When he saw the visitor, his eyes became darker: "I see."
"Innkeeper, do you need me to meet you?" asked the grave knight.
"No, an acquaintance." After speaking, Balalaika stood up, gave up the seat waiting for the guests, walked to the other side of the table, and took out two wine glasses from the counter below, as well as the dark red liquid wine bottle.
Balalaika poured herself, humming a tune.
The grave knight had followed Balalaika for a long time, so he knew very well that her mood was rising at this time. Even if you ask something, as long as it's not a sensitive matter, you won't care.
"Innkeeper, did you see something just now?" Tomb Knight couldn't help asking.
Balalaika poured the wine, and her beautiful eyes glanced at the grave knight, and smiled: "I just sensed a familiar fluctuation, which made me a little emotional."
Familiar with volatility? The tomb knight did not understand what Balalaika meant.
"Is it a previous guest?"
Balalaika shook his head: "No, it used to be a lord-level existence, but later, it seemed to become a guest's magic pet."
Does the lord level exist? This is even comparable to some demon gods, but he actually became the magic pet of a certain guest
Who will it be? The grave knight felt a little confused.
When the Tomb Knight hesitated to ask, a clear male voice came from outside: "If you call Toby an Angel's magic pet, I think Angel will be very angry, because in his opinion, He and Toby are the best buddies."
The grave knight turned his head in surprise, only to see a young man walking in from outside.
Before that, the Tomb Knight did not perceive anyone behind him at all! It was not until he turned his head that he heard the footsteps of the young man, which was the same frequency he heard in the coffin before, that is to say, the young man was the guest.
However, he could hear the other party's voice just now, but he didn't realize that the person entered the resting place. This is obviously illogical, unless the person's strength has reached a very strong point, and he made a sound earlier just to inform Himself, here he comes.
When the young man passed the grave knight, he nodded slightly to him, and then sat across from Balalaika.
"Resurrected witch, long time no see."
Balalaika smiled lightly, handed the bottled wine to the other party, and then looked at his face: "Since you have already changed your body, why use this face, you don't have to worry about the Flameless Lord coming to you trouble?"
After a pause, Balalaika took a sip of the wine and called out the name of the person who came: "Olucia."
Orusia, a descendant of the former Flameless Lord.
Orusia: "I got used to looking at this face in the mirror, and it was a little uncomfortable to change it at first, so I changed it back. Also, I'm not worried about being found by the Flameless Lord. After all, He is now... too busy to take care of himself. Woolen cloth."
Balalaika thought for a while, and felt that Orusia was right. The true spirit of the Flameless Lord fell, the true body absconded, and even the real name was casually talked about without fear of revenge. In this case, it is indeed impossible to come to Olucia. After all, Orusia is now even The blood and flesh of the descendants of the demon gods have been abandoned.
"Although there is no physical body in the past, your strength does not seem to be affected."
"I always thought that I depended on blood, but now that I think about it, blood may have shackled my future. At least I am living a free life now, and I should also thank Angel." Olucia said with a smile.
Hearing the familiar name, Balalaika was rarely in a good mood, so she took the initiative to ask Orusia's purpose.
"You came here this time, shouldn't you be reminiscing with me?"
Orusia nodded, restrained her expression, and said solemnly, "I have something to ask."
"What's up?"
"About... Asgard."