Hyperdimensional Warlock

Chapter 1748 Night of Rest

Under the night of the old world, the resting place is still as calm as ever.

In a mass grave, in a small shop with bright lights, melodious music is being played.

Through the curtains of the small shop, one can vaguely see a pair of slender and white legs leaning against the seat, and on the jade feet with well-defined joints, the nails are soft and soft.

When the music of the serenade reached the end, there was some movement outside.

Among the messy tombstones, the stone cover of a coffin was pushed away by a pair of hands.In the bang bang, the grave knight in armor woke up from the coffin.

Although sleeping in the coffin, the grave knight's armor was not dusty. The armor was a little damaged due to the battle before death, but it was still very shiny, and it could even reflect the moonlight that was countless years ago in the sky.

The grave knight walked to the door of the only small shop that was lit, half-kneeled on the ground, and respectfully called, "The shop 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 sex appeal regardless of gender.There is also a sense of mystery that makes people unconsciously want to explore.

The grave knight lifted the cloth cover, immediately revealing the face of the owner of the beautiful legs inside.

Big wavy curly hair, slender and flying eyes, slightly thick lips, and a small red mole on the lip.The appearance is not extremely beautiful, but it fits her temperament very well, full of sexiness and mystery.

"Shopkeeper, I sensed the vibration of the ground in the distance, and without any hesitation, I came towards the resting place. I think, there should be a visitor." The grave knight walked into the small shop, half kneeling on the ground, he In front of him was that small round beautiful foot; even though the grave knight had been dead for many years, he was still a little dazzled looking at the scenery in front of him.

The grave knight waited for a long time, but did not get a response. He looked up suspiciously.

But he saw that the shopkeeper was playing with the ring on his little finger. The shape of the ring was a snake biting its tail. He knew the name of this ring - Wuyu Poros, and it was the shopkeeper's favorite treasure.Once, a customer fell in love and wanted to exchange, but was rejected by the shopkeeper. Over the years, as long as the customer pays the corresponding price, the shopkeeper will basically not refuse the other party's transaction, but that time was her rare rejection.From this, we can see the owner's love for the ring.

Grave Knight remembered that the ring appeared to have been exchanged by a human for the shopkeeper.

The grave knight noticed that the reason why the shopkeeper didn't respond was because she was playing with the ring while looking in a certain direction, as if she was looking at something.

The grave knight was worried that the shopkeeper was thinking about something important, and originally planned to continue asking, but now he dared not speak out.

This silence lasted until... the music changed.

The beautiful serenade suddenly changed, and the passionate voice shook the eardrums, as if a thunderbolt struck on a sunny day, and the beautiful night began to storm.

This is a symphony, and the sound comes from a crystal harp with a unique shape on the table. Like the Ulan Poros, it was exchanged by the human being to the shopkeeper.

In this passionate symphony, Balalaika finally came back to her senses. She stretched out her hand to caress 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 grave knight quickly repeated what he had said before.

"Is there a guest?" Balalaika narrowed her eyes and looked in a certain direction. When she saw the visitor, her eyes became darker: "I see."

"Shopkeeper, do you need me to greet you?" the grave knight asked.

"No, an acquaintance." After speaking, Balalaika stood up, gave up the seat for the guests, walked to the other side of the table, took out two wine glasses from the counter below, and wine bottle.

Balalaika poured it on his own, still 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 is not a sensitive matter, you will not care.

"Shopkeeper, did you see something just now?" The grave knight couldn't help asking.

After Balalaika poured the wine, Meiyan glanced at the grave knight lightly, and said with a smile, "I just sensed a familiar fluctuation, which made me feel a little bit emotional."

Familiar with volatility?The Grave Knight didn't understand the balalaika.

"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."

Lord level exists?This is even comparable to some demon gods, and has become a magic pet of a certain guest?

Who will it be?Grave Knight felt a little confused.

When the grave knight hesitated to ask, a clear male voice came from outside: "If you call Toby Angor's pet, I think Angel will be very angry, because in his opinion, He and Toby are the best mates."

The grave knight turned his head in surprise, only to see a young man walking in from the outside.

Before that, the Grave Knight hadn't noticed anyone behind him at all!It wasn't until he turned his head that he heard the footsteps of the young man, which was the same frequency as he had heard in the coffin before, which meant that the young man was the guest.

However, he could hear the other party's voice just now, but he didn't notice that the person entered the resting place. This is obviously illogical, unless the strength of this person has reached a very strong point. He made a sound earlier just to inform Himself, here he comes.

When the young man passed by the grave knight, he nodded slightly to him, and then sat across from Balalaika.

"Resuscitated Witch, long time no see."

Balalaika smiled faintly, handed the poured wine to the other party, and then looked at his face: "Since you have 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 with a slight voice: "Aulusia."

Aulusia, a descendant of the former Flameless Lord.

Aulusia: "I got used to seeing this face in the mirror, but I was a little uncomfortable with changing it at first, so I changed it back. Besides, I don't worry about being found by the Flameless Lord, after all, He is also... I can't take care of myself."

Balalaika thought about it, and felt that Aulusia was right.The true spirit of the Flameless Lord has fallen, the real body has fled, and even the real name is talked about at will without fear of retaliation. The blood and flesh of the descendants of the demon gods were all abandoned.

"Although you don't have the physical body of the past, your strength doesn't seem to be affected."

"I always thought that I was born with blood, but now that I think about it, blood may have restricted my future. At least I live freely now, thanks to Angel." Aulusia said with a smile.

Hearing the familiar name, Balalaika was rarely in a good mood, so he asked Aulusia why he came here.

"You didn't come here this time to catch up with me, did you?"

Aulusia nodded, restrained his expression, and said solemnly: "I have something to ask."

"what's up?"

"About...Asgard."

(End of this chapter)