After sending Mr. Bones away, Annan leaned against the pillow and looked back at the moon outside the window, narrowing his eyes slightly.
Although Skeletal Lord did not reject his call, and did answer his questions... But the "secrets" he said cleverly avoided those key questions—especially, the part that might touch himself .
For example, what kind of organization is the Necromancer Alliance, how did he and Pale Princess know each other, what are they going to do, why are they scattered now...
These questions that may touch Mr. Bones himself, including the pre-issues that may lead to these questions, he just pretended to be stupid and didn't mention a word.
But when he talked about the information about the Pale Princess and the Half-Dead Daughter, he was very detailed—especially when it came to information such as "how to identify the Half-Dead Daughter" and "Personal Habits and Preferences of the Pale Princess". It was as if he deliberately wanted to leave himself and the undead alliance aside, and draw Annan's attention to Princess Pale.
"That's all..."
Annan shook his head lightly, and let the matter pass for the time being.
This crumb bone is so crumbly that he is a little used to it.
If he directly involved himself this time, Annan would wonder if he wanted to do something.
However, Lord Skeleton also revealed some secrets about Princess Pale to Annan...
The head held by Princess Pale is not her former lover, but her followers.
Yes, although the priests of the Pale Princess are all half-dead daughters, her followers have no such restrictions.
After all, He has an extraordinary beauty and an extremely beautiful singing voice. Many believers obsessively want to follow Him, no matter men or women...
What she is looking for is truly "an interesting soul". Regardless of wealth, appearance, age, gender...even race.
The highest ritual a follower of the Pale Princess can perform is to sacrifice one's own head to her. If the Pale Princess thinks that this is a person whose thoughts are interesting enough, she will accept it and keep this person's head with her all the time, whispering to him—or her soul day and night, singing to her lover, and kissing her lover.
—until she meets another more interesting soul, or gets tired of this one.
But she will not abandon these souls, but will draw them out and bring them with her.
Over time, a phenomenon called "Pale Tide" will occur where Pale Princess walks. That is to say, at night, accompanied by strange singing, a white smoke will suddenly roll up in the sky, passing slowly through the air like a strong wind.
There are some folk legends... If you are unfortunate enough to see the pale tide, you will be seriously ill afterwards.
According to the bones of the king, this confirms this legend.
As long as they are exposed to the light of those ghosts, their vitality will be slowly absorbed. For ordinary people, the vitality that is suddenly drawn out is enough to make people sick, but because they will hide immediately when they see the tide of paleness, nothing will happen to them; but for extraordinary people, this vitality will not Bring them too much loss... and even get some erosion degree because of it.
Those transcendents who were on the verge of madness would even take the initiative to look for traces of the pale princess and follow the tide.
However, if you are addicted to the pleasure of gradually purifying your soul, you may lose your strength and fall on the road... eventually turning into corpses falling under the pale tide, adding another fire to the continuation of this legend.
besides.
Annan also got another very important piece of information—
Pale Princess, there is another alias.
—The Maw of Death.
Singer who brings death.
Yes.
The "Influence of the Throat of Death" on Annan came from Pale Princess.
"... that's fine too."
I didn't ask in vain, at least some bone marrow was knocked out...
Annan temporarily sent Mr. Bones away politely.
However, Pale Princess...
Annan was lost in thought.
I don't know what kind of nightmare he will enter.
"... Forget it, go to sleep."
Annan finally simply closed his eyes and fell backwards.
As he quickly fell asleep, Annan felt that his body seemed to become a little light.
He seems to be floating in the clouds, and there is a strange singing voice that is faintly visible in his ears. But listening to the singing, Annan felt his limbs getting colder and colder...
As if the whole body was immersed in ice water, it felt cold and clear, but it still couldn't wake up completely.
When he was entangled in this nightmare and half asleep, Annan's consciousness suddenly woke up, and he saw a few lines of prompts appearing in front of him:
["Initial Impact: Remnants of the Throat of Death" has reverberated]
[Entering the dream world]
[Dream key not detected]
[Searching for nightmares, the keyword is "the dead"...]
[Nightmare has been found]
[Falling into a nightmare, the copy is being generated...]
[The difficulty of the copy is difficult]
[The total erosion rate of the team is 2%, the difficulty of the dungeon increases by 2%, and the probability of nightmare distortion increases by 2%]
[Warning: Related elements detected, the nightmare has been distorted—]
[This dungeon has no save points, each death increases the erosion rate by 12%, and the dungeon is forced to exit after 1 death]
[This dungeon provides the introduction of the plot, with decryption rewards]
[Dungeon clearance reward: Occupation (wizard) up by 3 levels]
[Loading complete]
When Annan woke up again, he noticed that his body was shaking.
Not because of fear... but because of the damp and cold.
Annan realized that he was curled up in a damp dungeon.
His left hand was shackled, and the other end of the chain was fixed to the wall. There were still some obvious scars on the wrist of his left hand, which seemed to be inflamed... It should have been left when he broke free from the chain not long ago.
But his right hand was intact.
This position can only allow him to sit or kneel down at most, and he cannot lie down at all... I am afraid that he will not be able to fall into a peaceful sleep because of this.
Annan didn't know how long this body hadn't fallen asleep normally. He could only feel a strong sense of exhaustion.
Strangely, there were no other signs of torture on his body.
Even the health is as high as 94%.
This means that he basically has no wounds... He even eats and drinks well, and he has never been hungry.
"… Well?"
When Annan checked the injury, he noticed that it should be a woman's body.
Judging from the skin, knuckles, and palms, her age is no more than 30 years old at most, and she should still be very young. Moreover, she has no calluses on her palm, and the skin on the back of her right hand is relatively smooth, so she is not a peasant woman.
Annan lowered his head, and in the extremely dim light, he tried hard to check his clothes with his right hand.
Somewhat unexpectedly, her dress was actually quite neat and not messy at all. It doesn't look like a prisoner's uniform...but the fabric is not the kind of high-end fabric that nobles would use.
Working in clerical work or the entertainment industry? Or is it simply not working yet
Those who handcuffed her here and prevented her from sleeping peacefully did not torture her either. That person's purpose... what is it
At this moment, Annan felt a familiar slight dizziness, and a new text appeared in front of his eyes again:
[Evelyn Miller was supposed to be a born dancer. She is born with a soft and powerful body, extraordinary beauty, and a heart that is extremely sensitive to art and music. She should be the one loved by Jawon.]
[But when she was fourteen years old, she almost lost everything due to an unfortunate accident. Her path was thus completely terminated.]
[Since then, she has never danced in front of people.]
[Until one day, she accidentally saw the dancing posture of "Dancer under the Moon"... That dancing posture that grasped the soul made her unforgettable.]
[She tried to talk to him, but suddenly lost consciousness the moment she spoke]
[When she woke up, she found herself in a dank and cold dungeon]
[She realized that she might have been kidnapped]
After these traces faded away, new words appeared in front of Annan's eyes again:
[Main task: go home]
Immediately, a large piece of small characters quickly appeared below this line of words:
[Keep the body intact]
[Do not talk to anyone]
[Back to reality]