Allen and his little bones [Western Fantasy]

When Eli Egbert woke up, he was first dazzled by the unexpected brightness of the room. He subconsciously wanted to reach out to block it, but the pale skeleton hand that caught his eyes made him react quickly. There are no irises and eyeballs in the eye sockets, and the "dazzling" is just his psychological effect.

He was really exhausted before, his mental strength was almost exhausted, and the power of the undead, which he could not use proficiently, also dragged him heavily, like a random bursting talisman that was forcibly tied to his body.

Therefore, after stumbling into the abyss forest, he fell headfirst,

Although he pounced on a plant, and the stems and leaves of the plant were rustling under his limited "body", the dark elements that were especially abundant in the forest at night approached, and they surrounded them gently like entertaining an old friend he.

At the last moment before coma, Eli clearly felt that his body had spontaneously begun to absorb the dark elements around him, and they slowly flowed into his body like a small stream, nourishing his spiritual source that was on the verge of exhaustion.

Then he doesn't know anything.

...So, where is this place?

What happened after he passed out?

Shouldn't he be in the abyss forest?

The momentary state of confusion when he just regained his consciousness disappeared quickly. Eli tried his best to gather his spirits and examine the environment. His mental strength has only recovered to less than one-third of the level, which will be enough for him to continue to stay awake. He is in the The place looks like a residential house, and the exquisite candlesticks are placed on a small wooden table not far away. The candlesticks seem to have been cast with spells such as "brightness spell" or "illumination spell" - he doesn't know much about this - —It looks much brighter than ordinary candlesticks.

A little farther away, the windows of the hut are closed tightly, and the double curtains are also drawn, but the sky outside can still be glimpsed through the slightly exposed gaps in the curtains-it will still be night, and the night outside the window is as dark as ink.

Next to the window, there are two sets of large cabinets standing against the wall. If you look to the side along these two cabinets full of books, there is a half-open door, which is probably leading to the inner room of the cabin.

"Looks like I'm in someone's living room." Eli thought.

While guessing whether the owner of the house is behind the half-opened door, Eli finally remembered to look down at himself—since he woke up, he still hasn’t taken a good look at his situation. I vaguely feel the warmth and comfort around me, like being gently embraced by a soft embrace.

Then he lowered his head and had a face to face with the bubble that was tumbling and leaking in front of him.

Eli: "..."

He moved his body hesitantly, and the sound of boiling water poured into his "ears" in an instant.

Let me ask, when you wake up one day and find yourself in a large vat of boiling water, suspected of being boiled, how should you react?

Anyway, Eli Egbert didn't think of it.

He froze in the tank for a while, "looking at each other" with the curiously colored water surface.

The color of this tank of water is very strange, as if someone poured a whole box of ink into the water, and added some viscous agent, so that the undead skeleton looks as if soaked in inkfish ink, his pale body The contrast between the bones and the dark water is striking.

Eli was stunned for quite a while, and when he was thinking whether he should continue to be in a daze and had to stand up and continue running back to the abyss forest, he heard footsteps behind the half-opened small door.

The footsteps sounded from far to near, and soon they walked to the door, and a figure appeared behind the half-open door.

The person who came was a tall black-haired young man with a very young and handsome face. At first glance, he looked quite familiar.

Eli didn't have time to delve into the origin of the familiarity for the time being, he instinctively raised his guard and looked at the other party vigilantly.

After all, the painful experience along the way has made Eli realize that "familiarity" is not a good word for him today.

All his old friends were ashamed of the friendship they had ever had, and wished they could get rid of him.

The old man didn't confront him with a sword, but just watched him flee coldly, which was already a relief to him.

"I guessed that you were about to wake up, so I came out to have a look." Some familiar young people spoke first, he seemed to see the emotion from the same face of the skeleton, and only stopped by the door to talk to Eli, He didn't continue to approach, "It seems that my estimate of the time is good."

This was a development that Eli didn't expect.

He didn't find any disgust or panic from the young man's expression, nor could he hear any malice in the other party's voice.

The other party even sounded benevolent, as if he was just an ordinary traveler who unfortunately got lost in the middle of the night, and the other party picked him up and brought him home.

【……Who are you? ] Eli asked in a low voice.

Now he also doesn't have a real "mouth" and can't really make a sound. He relies on his mental strength to communicate with people, so that his voice can directly ring in the other person's brain.

Generally speaking, people don't like this kind of communication. The communication directly in the brain will make most people feel offended, as if they don't need to speak, and all the thoughts are just passed in the mind, and they will be taken by this unauthorized person. It's not pleasant to be spied on by evil people who break into other people's brains.

But the expression of the black-haired young man remained unchanged. He did not show any rejection of the spirit power of the undead skeleton, but said: "I picked you up when I went to the abyss forest to collect medicinal materials, and you just fell on my moonflower grass." .”

Eli keenly understood the meaning of "you ruined some of my medicinal materials" from this sentence. He still hadn't let go of his vigilance, but he couldn't help feeling sorry for the good manners he had cultivated in the past.

Then he really apologized: [I... I'm sorry. 】

So Allen raised his eyebrows and looked at him in surprise.

Language can be carefully compiled, tone of voice can be imitated and disguised, but emotions and information conveyed directly through spiritual power cannot be faked.

The undead skeleton said sorry, he was sincerely apologizing for his unintentional mistake.

Allen went around Kalby, but he had never seen such a polite undead. After the brief surprise passed, his voice unconsciously softened a bit.

"You did cause me a little loss." He said matter-of-factly, "I'm a pharmacist, and I'm short of moonflower grass recently."

Eli watched the young man silently with his empty eyes, waiting for the next request from the other party—for example, asking him to compensate for the loss.

But in his current situation, how can he compensate the other party?

Are you willing to let the other party hand you over to the pursuit team in exchange for a bounty for "assisting in the capture of the evil one"?

Eli thought distractedly, and then he suddenly realized that he wasn't even sure if the young pharmacist in front of him had heard the news that he was the wanted undead.

This realization made him immediately vigilant again, and he quietly looked at the young man.

The black-haired pharmacist stared back calmly, his dark eyes seemed to be bottomless, but there were two small fires reflected on his irises, making it hard to see his true emotions.