"The original holy skeleton..."
Citalopram murmured.
Although she didn't know anything about the power of the holy bones, it didn't affect her understanding of the concept.
She knew that the "dyeing" of the Tertiary period refers to the modern golden stage.
In other words, the "Holy Skeleton" is a kind of guarantee that requires a gold rank to be eligible for it. It is basically equivalent to the top-level extraordinary power of the godhead. There are even a few limited copies in the world, which are extremely rare and cannot be mass-produced or reproduced.
—And Boface's mother actually has the ability to get a copy of the Holy Skeleton
It is even the oldest and theoretically the most powerful skeleton of "Justice"!
Even if it cannot be awakened, just counting its collection value... this is probably one of the most valuable treasures in this world.
"... Your mother, is she a big shot?"
Citalopram asked cautiously.
Could it be that Boface is still a young lady of the elf family
Seeing that citalopram looked nervous, Boface couldn't help laughing out loud.
When she smiled, she politely covered her mouth with the sleeve of her right arm, revealing a vaguely noble demeanor.
"That depends on how you look at it~"
The corners of Boface's mouth raised.
She floated around the citalopram, the skirt made of white gauze fluttered in the air like a fish's tail, and gently patted the citalopram's face.
If Boface is still alive, I must be able to smell her fragrance...
But because both of them are in the soul state now, citalopram can only vaguely feel a very slight sense of contact. It's like the hot smoke from a scented candle hitting your face.
So citalopram stretched out his hand without hesitation, grabbed Boface's skirt, and wanted to pull it towards him.
"Ugh—"
Boface let out a lovely mournful sound, and quickly stretched out her hand to hold her skirt, begging for mercy: "Don't do this, Miss Citalopram!"
"There's no one else here..."
"Seniors are still watching!"
Boface wailed continuously.
Only then did citalopram realize that those Wangzai qqtangs were watching here...
She couldn't help but clicked her tongue, and gently released Boface.
... Even though the clothes are so colorful, are you actually so shy
So she licked her lips again.
Intimidated by the gaze of the citalopram's carnivore, Boface trembled in the air, and then floated back two steps. It wasn't until she was three bodies away from citalopram that she finally blushed and straightened her messy clothes due to struggling.
"Mom... cough, mother," Boface whispered, "she is the head of the Storm Legion."
"Storm Legion?"
Citalopram asked curiously.
Boface hummed, and explained in a low voice: "That is an air force composed entirely of wind dancers and griffins. The griffins may have perished... It is the darling of the wind, and its sharp claws can easily tear through the atmosphere. , The wings can roll up the hurricane, even if flying above the clouds, it can penetrate the thunder and hurricane to lock the enemy on the ground.
"And our wind dancers are professions that can walk, run, and jump in the atmosphere, and can also swim deftly in the air like a fish... I am a wind dancer.
"Of course... the Wind Dancer will definitely not be able to fly as high as the Griffon. But at least tens of meters off the ground is still very easy."
Speaking of this, Boface's crisp tone could not conceal her pride: "If I'm still alive, I can let you give me a hug."
"… Um?"
"No, no!"
Boface quickly realized that there was something wrong with her words, and immediately blushed: "I mean - I can let you hug me and experience how light my body is!"
"How light is it?" Citalopram asked eagerly.
"The stronger the wind dancer, the lighter the weight—I weighed less than 20 pounds!"
"... Hey, that's really light!"
Citalopram was really surprised, and even a little envious: "Then will you get fat? Turn into... light balls?"
Her first reaction was actually... If the body is so light, doesn't it mean that it won't sag
But considering that there are still male players watching the live broadcast, in order to protect his image as a lady, citalopram did not directly ask this question.
To be honest, I'm a little envious...
"No way!"
Boface reacted extremely strongly: "I also have a good body control—"
"That means you will still gain weight?"
"... will be."
Boface turned her head slightly, and muttered in a low voice: "And male wind dancers will deliberately gain weight... because even if the weight of the weapon is reduced, it will still have some weight.
"In order to balance the weight of the weapon, it is necessary to increase the muscles of the whole body. On this basis, it is necessary to wear additional metal boots."
"It's not easy..."
Citalopram sighed: "Is your mother a golden order? Ah, no... I mean, a dyed order?"
"I can understand the Golden Order..."
Boface nodded, and said helplessly: "We also used curses to carry objects. But at that time, we had to divide them more finely on the extraordinary level.
"The road to sublimation is like the process of alchemy... Corrosion, calcination, condensation, purification, dissolution, dyeing, sublimation, it is difficult to understand, right? This is actually a metaphor for the process of refining copper into gold. The first two stages , Bronze is used as the carrier, the middle two are silver, the melting and dyeing are gold... and the sublimation is the state after getting the book of truth.
"And my mother is not a dyed class, and strictly speaking, she can't be regarded as a golden class... because she has already obtained her own book of truth."
"… Huh?"
Hearing this, citalopram was taken aback.
Got the Book of Truth in the third era... Could it be that Boface's mother has become a god
"... may I ask, which book is it?"
"It's okay to tell you."
Boface sighed, and said with some melancholy: "Mom didn't participate in this ceremony back then... because she was not here but in the capital. If Mom didn't die now, she should have become a god...
"But if she really became a god, but never came to me... I'd rather..."
When she said this, her expression became a little gloomy.
"Hey, speaking of it," citalopram heard this, and remembered the situation at the delicious wind goose, so he interrupted the previous topic: "Do you know the path of degeneration?"
"… of course I know."
Boface nodded slightly, and became serious: "But you'd better not touch it.
"The devil...but it was finally wiped out by us."
"'You'? Or 'we'?"
"It's us'."
Boface was a little surprised: "Isn't it taught in your history books
"We Oser... in the Second Epoch, it was because the land where we lived was occupied by demons that we fled to the desert.
"—'Oser' means 'fleeing, fleeing'."