Allen and his little bones [Western Fantasy]

The brain was still a little chaotic, and half of his thoughts were still immersed in the long-lost sleep. Allen yawned a little as he walked out of the bedroom.

Then he heard a greeting.

【Good morning. 】

Responding to the greeting completely subconsciously, Allen blinked his somewhat misty eyes before seeing through his unclear vision that there was a skeleton dangling in his kitchen.

The first thought that appeared in his still-awake brain was—what, the duck shelf he bought came back to life?

Allen immediately rejected this idea.

Not to mention that the duck shelf is so big, he hasn't gone to the town to purchase ingredients at all, he just picked up an undead skeleton in the middle of the night last night, and opened an unsuccessful restaurant when the other party asked him why he wanted to cook him. Joke, saying that he was "boiling bone broth".

...Oh yes, it was the undead skeleton.

The brain finally woke up, Allen remembered the identity of the skeleton who was dangling in the kitchen, and he called the other side: "Bone?"

Eli, who was busy in the kitchen, heard the call. He still hadn't gotten used to his new name, so he hesitated for a moment before responding: 【It's me. 】

You have to get used to this before being able to confess your real name to a dark-haired human being.

Eli warned himself from the bottom of his heart, and then repeated the greeting he had just said: 【Good morning. 】

He turned and looked at Allen: [Did you sleep well? 】

Allen stretched under the gaze of the undead, and felt that more than half of his joints were surprisingly stiff, like a mechanism toy that had been left in the warehouse for a long time.

"It's okay." That's all he could say.

After speaking, Allen noticed that his hut seemed to have changed a little.

The window was wide open, and the refreshing morning breeze poured into the hut through the window, and after sweeping away the stale air in the room, it slipped away through the open window on the other side.

The potted plants on the window sill seem to have been watered just now, and there are still a few drops of crystal clear water hanging on the emerald green leaves. The small wooden table in front of the window sill seems to have just been wiped, and the morning sun shines in from the window. , It can reflect light when projected on a smooth desktop.

Not only the small area of ​​the window sill, but also all the places that Allen neglected to clean because he was busy with the preparation of medicines, have now become clean, and some daily necessities that could not be put away in time are also sorted and placed neatly. Even the books on the bookshelves have been rearranged, the information books are separated from the novels and biographies, and the documents and notes are put together separately.

Allen: "..."

What's the matter, did the snail girl come while he was sleeping?

When Eli saw Alan, the black-haired young man was staring at the bookshelf. His voice floated into Alan's ears from the kitchen: [I originally wanted to sort out all the documents and notes and put them in their corresponding information books. Next to it, but after thinking about it, I felt that it was not good to randomly flip through other people's notes. You have not woken up, and it is not easy for me to ask you, so I just piled up the scattered notebooks in the room. 】

Eli thinks it is necessary for him to declare that he did not randomly flip through other people's documents and notes, but even if he did, Alan would not have much opinion on his behavior.

Allen was only surprised by the new look of the cabin.

——It turned out that it wasn't the snail girl who came, but the ghost of the snail.

Although "snail undead" sounds a little weird, but "undead girl" is even weirder... Forget it, let's not think about this kind of question.

Allen silently put away his irrelevant associations, thanked his bones for his hard work, and then paid attention to another thing.

I remember that when I just put the bones in place, and then lay back on the small wooden bed, it should have been late at night, but now the sky is early in the morning, and the hour hand of the clock in the house is also steadily pointing to seven—physical and mental The level of reply told Allen that it was impossible for him to only sleep for two or three hours.

"Bones." Allen asked the only person in the house who knew how long he had slept, "How long have I slept?"

[I thought you wouldn't ask this question anymore. 】Eli came out of the kitchen with the dinner plate, not noticing that there was a hint of blame in his tone, 【A whole day, only a little short of 26 hours, which means that your previous physical strength and energy are close to exhaustion, It's very unhealthy for humans, you should take care of your body a little more. 】

If the hollow eye sockets of the skeleton can also convey the eyes, Allen is sure that he must have received two disapproving glances from the undead at this moment.

It turned out that it was already the night before yesterday that he picked up the other party in the abyss forest and brought them back.

Allen calculated the time. He carefully looked at the undead who came out, and found that the other party seemed to be recovering well. The previous only [-] to [-]% of his mental power had returned to a full state, and his physical fitness seemed to have fully recovered.

Allen couldn't help being a little envious of the resilience of the undead.

Look, a guy who was mentally exhausted not long ago and couldn't stand still, has now recovered enough to blame him for staying up all night for not caring about his body.

Comparing the difference in recovery speed between humans and undead in his heart, with a little regret, Allen smelled the aroma of muffins and bacon floating into his nose.He suddenly realized that the undead was busy in the kitchen just now, and seemed to have brought out...a dinner plate?

The black-haired young man looked at the large round plate that had been placed on the small dining table. There were fresh muffins topped with high-quality honey, fried bacon dipped in fresh cheese, and a bowl of milky creamy mushroom soup.

Their maker was standing at the table watching him.

Eli looked "unchanged", but he was actually a little nervous: [I guess you should wake up after sleeping until today, so I made breakfast, and it seems that there are only these ingredients left in the house, so I simply dealt with them Let's take a look... Do you want to eat? 】

——No, what I care about is not the taste of the food.

Allen, who was staring at the dinner plate, thought to himself.

What he cares about is that he can enjoy a home-cooked breakfast cooked by undead skeletons.

Knowing that if he continued to stare at the dinner plate, it might cause misunderstanding, Allen pulled his chair and sat down under the eyes of the undead: "These are very good, I think they should look delicious."

Hearing that Allen commented "delicious" before tasting it, Eli wanted to laugh a little bit, but unfortunately he couldn't make more expressions now.

After Allen sat down, he also naturally pulled out another dining chair and sat down.

Allen glanced at the undead sitting opposite him.

Suddenly realizing that he was sitting down too naturally, Eli quickly wanted to stand up again, but the dark-haired young man opposite him shook his head, stopping him from getting up.

"There's nothing wrong with that." Allen said, "Just sit down."

【Thanks. ] Eli finally settled down, and repeatedly warned himself three times not to be so careless again.

The freshly baked muffins are crispy on the outside and warm and tender on the inside. With the honey wrapped in the outer layer, the taste buds on the tip of the tongue feel wonderful.

After a breakfast of "simple handling" in the mouth of the bone, Allen scored ten points for the craftsmanship of the undead in his heart.

Not only the muffins are very delicious, but the bacon is also fried to a suitable degree of burnt. The creamy mushroom soup is full of aroma. The deliciousness of the mushrooms is combined with the richness of the cream. After eating the muffins and bacon, take a sip and the aroma will fill the whole body mouth.

The whole breakfast is just right whether it is heat or seasoning.

The first mouthful of hot food fell into his stomach, and Alan felt that he was so hungry.

"Thanks," he said after swallowing the last bite of bacon, "it was really, really good."

The spiritual field around the undead seemed to brighten up a bit.

Eli's voice was smiling: [You're welcome. 】

He is really happy that Alan likes these foods from the bottom of his heart.

My current body can no longer eat human food, and the amount and heat of the seasoning can only be estimated based on past experience.Until Allen took his first bite, Eli wasn't sure if he had messed up his breakfast - because he couldn't taste his finished product.

Allen finally ate the breakfast and looked very satisfied.

That's the best way to affirm this breakfast.

Feeling the joyful emotions coming from the spiritual power of the undead, Allen lowered his brows and eyes by drinking water, covering the thoughtful passing of his eyes.

Although I had already noticed the change in the attitude of the undead before falling asleep, the experience at that time was far less vivid than after waking up.

Allen felt that the undead skeleton, temporarily aliased as "Bone", might know him.