Chapter 924 Lynn’s Love Affair and Unexpected Visitor

Linn paused while stroking his fingers on the robe.

The golden-haired woman cuddled up next to him, her face turned slightly, and she rested her head on his shoulder softly. The soft and greasy aroma spreads silently, and just by smelling it a little bit, you can feel your heart swaying and your body heating up.

But Linn, under the strong smell of spices and grease, could accurately identify the cold smell of the dead.

"Nilda, I've thought about it, I don't need your protection." He suppressed his beating heart, straightened his left hand with the silver chain, and pushed the woman away:

"I am a necromancer, not an undead. I am grateful for your kindness, but instead of being with you forever, I would rather lie on the altar and have my throat cut open by the stone knives of you!"

"Why!"

Nilda's expression changed drastically.

That face, covered with gold powder and runes, looked mysterious and beautiful under the firelight, and for a moment, it glowed with a faint green color, with a hint of deep black. The long, silky hair hanging down her back was raised high, and the ends of her hair even began to swell, making a thin snake hissing sound.

The priestess trembled all over and subconsciously raised her hand, then lowered it at the last moment before touching Linn:

"Why reject me! I love you so much that I am even willing to enter the kingdom of our Lord with you and share the happiness of eternal life with you! It's not like you can't accept the dead! Isn't there that golden skeleton beside you?!"

"That's a partner...not a lover..." Linn's weak defense was lost in the angry questioning of the priestess:

"Who wants to marry their own skeleton..."

Nilda slammed the door angrily and left. Lin En was left to sit silently in the stone prison, sighing sadly:

He shouldn't think that he is level 9 and strong enough. He heard that there are strange undead spirits here and wanted to come and see them. It's fine now, the undead has seen it, and he can't run away...

Sure enough, a large part of mages are driven to death by their own curiosity. The mottos of our predecessors should be kept in mind!

"I'm sorry, it seems you can only accept your fate with me..."

Linn stroked the space bag and whispered to himself. With the care of the priestess, his space bag was not even searched, it was just sealed tightly and nothing could be taken out. Since then, the golden skeleton has been sleeping until now.

Fortunately, Mr. Trocca has been let go. I hope it runs far enough to a safe place and never looks back. Be a healthy and powerful monster and live happily...

Linn slowly lowered his head. Soon, he raised his hand again, and his fingertips continued to trace on the robe:

At the previous festival, there were still 35 runes he saw on the edge of the coffin that had not been analyzed. Although his ability to cast spells has been blocked, his thinking ability and calculation ability are still there!

It's a pity. It would be nice if I could touch that transparent skull once...

Gretel didn't know that when Lin was in prison, he encountered such a strange love affair. At this moment, he and his team members were setting up camp in the wilderness and preparing to spend the night.

Cerela opened the mage's cabin with familiarity and took out a bunch of pots and pans from the space bag. Bernard spontaneously went to collect firewood and prepared to cook. Apa was stomping on the ice with his hooves at the edge of the creek, trying to make a hole to get water.

As for Grete, after looking around, he found a big tree with the thickest trunk and the longest age, and leaned against the tree with the black cat in his arms. He turned his head sideways and closed his eyes slightly, obviously lost in meditation.

Valensimo looked left and right. His teammates appear to be experienced when it comes to field trips. The camp was chosen to be in a sheltered place on the edge of the hills. The terrain was slightly higher, the land was flat and solid, and the distance from the stream bank was suitable, and it did not block the passage of drinking water for wild animals;

Although the dragged firewood was covered with a thin layer of snow, after shaking it off, the wood underneath was still dry. The hardwood is laid out in a triangle below, covered with pine firewood, and then covered with a layer of dead branches;

A circle of warning magic was placed around it, and the elemental power pulled up thin silk threads. Each thread was decorated with translucent bells, which would definitely ring if touched...

It seems that even without him, these people can live well?

What else do you want me to do? If you lead the way, others will walk in a straight line; if you negotiate, you won’t meet anyone in the wild; if you set up camp, others will figure it out on their own...

no!

Be sure to show your worth!

Once you get the equipment and get your salary, you must show your worth to be worthy of the remuneration and you cannot be a salary thief!

He looked around carefully. There were no suspicious footprints in the snow;

There are no unusual breaks, fresh hair or dung beside the bushes;

There are no scratch marks on the trunk of the big tree, nor are there any marks made by sharp claws...

Overall, this is a pretty safe campsite. You won't have to sleep until midnight and be woken up by something suddenly.

Valencimo returned to camp satisfied but not so satisfied. Then, when he saw the center of the camp for the first time, he couldn't help it:

"What are you doing? Stew in a pot?! No, such good meat!"

"You need to stew such good meat!" Bernard had already finished putting a layer of meat and was putting tubers into the big and deep pot. He raised his head when he heard this:

"Don't worry, the stew I make is the best!"

"But it would be a pity to stew such good meat in one pot..." Barensimo argued almost instinctively. He immediately came back to his senses and looked at Cerela:

"Ma'am, can you make an extra serving? I brought some lunch boxes, and the space bag can hold..."

Cerira nodded without thinking. Valensimo happily took out a pan, a round pot, a large stone slab, and a black spatula from the space bag. Then, he took out a bunch of condiments and laid them out in a row:

"These are oysters from Waltham Seaside. I heard from the locals that last year's oysters grew very well and were very fat. If you add some salt to these oysters and roast them on the grill, the juice will burst out!"

"This is venison brought and sold by the natives. The meat is a bit hard, so it's best to add some seasoning. Ah... the fresh berries just picked this autumn are so good..."

He deftly sliced ​​the venison into thin slices, mixed several berries together, and squeezed them with his mage's hand. The juice dripped down and flowed on the venison:

"This sweet and sour pan-fried pork chop is my specialty. I am most familiar with the taste of each berry in every place and how to match it!"

"This is a pheasant that grew up eating fruits in the woods. Now is the fattest time. We need to clean its belly, fill it with corn, chestnuts and mushrooms, wrap it up and bury it next to the fire..."

He moved his hands dexterously, and within a short time, three or four pots had been set up on the fire beside him. Bernard, Cerira, and Appa, who had returned from drinking water, squatted in a row eagerly, sniffing the aroma gradually coming from the pot.

Seeing that Cerela couldn't help but want to catch it, the sound of footsteps on the snow suddenly sounded in the woods, and the young man's happy shouting:

"Hey, friend, can you share a little with us?"

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