The Book of Hibernation

When Kanai came back from the outside, Aldin had a midnight snack with fruit wine in the small meeting hall.He was sitting in a high-backed soft chair with his feet on the table. Seeing him like this, Kanai sighed very heavily on purpose.

Aldin glanced at him: "Sigh, I'm just eating at home, why can't I relax?"

"You're relaxed wherever you are." Kanai sat across from him.

Aldin said: "I was thinking about something, you are here, just to talk to you... By the way, is the shield of our house still there?"

Kanai said: "Of course. The anti-detection circle is working normally, and the element shield is always there. Don't worry, there will be no undead breath outside."

Aldin nodded and said, "I'm thinking about this 'sworn man'. Winter Thistle said that it would take at least 'several days' or longer for the blood refining technique to take effect. Is this what he said to us?"

"Yes."

"Then what's going on with this today? It only appeared one day later? Is it because half-elves and humans have different understandings of the word 'several days'?"

Kanai said: "The woman is always vague. She said that she used this spell for the first time and had never practiced it before. She herself did not know how long it took for the spell to take effect. Considering the particularity of this type of spell, It is indeed impossible for her to conduct experiments in advance to verify it. As for Winter Thistle...Although he has read the literature on this subject, his job is still a refiner, not a real necromancer, so his statement may not be accurate."

Aldin said, "That is to say, neither of them knows the precise time it takes for the spell to take effect?"

Kanai shook his head: "I was not careful, I should use the summoning spell to ask my friends in the academy."

Aldin smiled: "Ask them? Forget it. Just your old-fashioned colleagues? If you suddenly ask this kind of thing, they might suspect that you have shady plans."

"So what do you think?" Kanai asked.

Aldin said: "Whether that woman is telling the truth or not is normal. After all, she has a special status and is very wary of us. But Winter Thistle..."

"You think the Winter Thistle did it on purpose? To make it take longer?"

Aldin nodded: "Well. Is he really not familiar with this spell, or he actually understands it, but he purposely talked for a longer time, so that we don't look too closely at March... I see two situations It's all possible."

Kanai frowned: "If he did it on purpose, then what is he doing for it? The matter of the female mage has nothing to do with him, even if he sympathizes with her and kindly helps, but he is not the person involved after all. Regardless of the effective time of the blood refining technique Long or short, he doesn't need to take any risks. What's the point of him telling such a lie? Is it necessary?"

"He didn't want us to get too involved," Aldin said.

Kanai said: "We didn't blame him for this incident? We learned that there are dead hunters wandering in Harbor City. We have to thank him."

"No, you still don't understand," Aldin put down his glass, "I mean, he doesn't want us to interfere with that female mage, he wants to ensure the success of her spell."

"Even if she succeeds, what good will it do him?"

"It may be of some significance to that woman, but to Winter Thistle, there is no actual benefit."

"Then why did he..."

"Because he's different from us," Aldin said with a smile, "brother, after living in Harbor City for so long, you've almost forgotten what we were like when we were young, right?"

Kanai thought for a while, and smiled lightly: "What's 'childhood'... that half-elf is older than both of us. His brother is also 19 years old, and both of them are not young. Besides, you and I are 19 years old. They weren't like that when they were young."

"There's a clear upside to people like them," Aldean said.

"Easy to drive?"

"No, it's actually not easy to manage," Aldin shook his head lightly, sighing, "But as long as he helps you out of his own will, he's not afraid to take any risks, and he won't betray or regret it. Forget about yourself."

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The dead hunter raised his hand suddenly, and Ryan hurriedly raised his sword to guard.

Unexpectedly, the hunter didn't make any threatening moves, but instead put the spike hammer back into the holster around his waist.Seeing this, Ryan also lowered his blade.

The hunter smiled at him, picked up the dagger that had been knocked to the ground, and put it back into its sheath.

Then she looked to March.March sat on the ground, rearranging the head wrapping of the corpse.

The hunter took a few steps closer to her, but she was unmoved and didn't even raise her eyes.

Winter Thistle was originally huddled in a corner, but when he saw the hunter approaching March, he immediately stood up and walked to March.

"You are not a necromancer." The hunter glanced at Winter Thistle.This sentence is not a question, but a simple statement.

Winter Thistle nodded.

"Don't be nervous, I've put away my weapons." After finishing speaking, she took a few steps closer and stood in front of March: "What are your plans next?"

March didn't answer.

Winter Thistle asked nervously for her, "What are you going to do?"

The hunter ignored him, neither answered nor complained that he interrupted.

In the past, he attacked at the slightest disagreement, but now he actually asks what arrangements he has... What does this mean?

Winter Thistle looked at Ryan, who also looked puzzled.

After a while, Sanyue finally answered aloud: "Since my brother can't become a swearer, then I will take his body back to my hometown."

The hunter asked: "Why do you have to go back? He is a Temple Knight and should be buried near the Temple of the Day."

"Normally, it should be so. But...someone killed him in this city, this place is full of malice for him, I can't leave him in front of the enemy..." Sanyue wiped away her tears and continued , "Also, his last wish was to see his mother, so I want to take him back, take him back...and bury him next to his mother's grave."

"Where is your home?" the hunter asked.

"South of Ord."

"Oh, I'm from Ord too, but my home is up north."

The hunter looked up and looked at Winter Thistle and Ryan again: "Looking at your appearance, you two shouldn't be from our side?"

Winter Ji looked confused: "Why are you asking this?"

"I didn't really want to ask," said the hunter. "I just want to remind you, half-elves and little knights, that you should not approach necromancers easily in the future. For example, people like her. She is an Ord Well, the necromancer is the enemy of our country, but she went to the northern frost plains to learn those blasphemous skills. This time you didn't suffer any harm, it doesn't mean you will have good luck next time."

Ryan said with some annoyance: "The day watcher is above. Under the sun, you should use the facts you see as evidence, and don't judge others based on prejudice."

The hunter sneered: "Don't recite the teachings of the day patrollers here. You should not be blind and recognize me as an Otarot follower."

She touched the holy emblem pattern on her chest, and continued: "And my judgment on necromancers, especially the northern necromancers, is not based on any prejudice at all, it is based entirely on facts. I and this Like women, they are all people who have been to Frost Plains. She took the initiative to learn things, and when she learned what she wanted, she ran back to the south of the river to do various things; while I was tied up by someone, I Three monsters were born there, and they were thrown into the lake until their bodies could no longer withstand any experiments. I have the right to warn you, but you have no right to educate me."

She had a playful smile on her face, but what she was talking about was a cruel memory.Winter Thistle sighed deeply, and understood what she was describing.She probably once was a slave, subjected to various cruel experiments in the northern frost plains.

After hearing her words, Sanyue finally raised her head and took a look at her.

The hunter stood with folded arms, suppressed his smile, looked at her and said, "Necromancer, I will accompany you back to your hometown."

Both Winter Thistle and Ryan were surprised, but March remained calm.

The Hunter faced northwest, in the direction of the City of the North Star, with the High Temple of the Silent God.She knelt down on one knee and touched the holy emblem on her chest with one hand: "I swear by my faith, I will protect this woman on the way, and I will never take the initiative to hurt her during the journey, unless it is necessary for self-protection to fight back .”

After taking the oath, the hunter stood up, looked at March and said, "On the way, you are not allowed to use those blasphemous techniques, let alone use spells to hurt people. If you are in danger, I will protect you; if you are sick , I will take care of you. I will escort you and your brother back to your hometown, and let you bury him properly. After you bury your brother, I will return to the identity of the dead hunter and continue to execute you. If you can To be honest, I promise to pay attention to the technique and try to make you feel as painless as possible."

March smiled: "You are quite confident. At that time, you may not be able to catch me, or you may not even be able to survive. Don't forget, I can summon two swearers, I will resist, I will Run away. In addition to burying my brother, I have other revenges."

The hunter said: "Your hatred has nothing to do with me. I just stated my position. Of course I know you will resist. If you run away, I will continue to hunt you down. Isn't this a very simple matter?"

"Okay. I understand." March nodded.

The hunter stretched out a hand to March, and March helped her to stand up.

Dongji looked at them, feeling incredible: "March, you really want to go back to your hometown with her?"

March nodded: "Yes. From Harbor City to my hometown, the journey is very long, and I have to pass through many areas that believe in the God of Silence. I carry Frans' body alone, and his body cannot be incorporeal There will indeed be a lot of inconvenience on this journey. Although the swearers can protect me, they are only good at fighting and cannot solve other difficulties for me on the journey. If this lady is willing to assist me, I am happy to accept it. I believe her The oath, after all, she is very devout in her faith."

"But... she is..." Winter Thistle glanced at the mace on the hunter's waist.

Winter Thistle was still a little scared, so he hesitated to speak, but Ryan didn't care about it.

He stepped forward a few steps, and continued what Dong Ji hadn't said: "She didn't just chase and kill you alone, she also killed the guards outside! So what?"

The hunter said: "No, I didn't kill all of them. Some of them should be able to be saved. I just wanted to break through them. After I knocked them down, I didn't make up the knife. You should check and check? It should be able to save some of them."

Ryan gasped, shocked at the woman's callousness.

When she said this, she was in a calm mood, without any guilt on her face, not even the ferocity of that kind of villain, she just had an indifferent face, as if she was stating the trivial things of life.

"How can there be such a reason?" Ryan scolded, "You come when you want, leave when you want, find others when you need help, drag others down, and then you suddenly shake hands and make peace? What's the reason? Even if it's for family affection, even for revenge, even for faith, your actions like this..."

"All right, all right, I know." The hunter actually smiled lightly.

Ryan was very angry, but Winter Thistle vaguely understood the reason.People like dead hunters and necromancers have experienced unimaginable ordeals, and I am afraid that their souls have already become different.

Whether it is good or evil, you can have standards in your heart, but you certainly cannot convince them.

The hunter took March's hand and tugged it hard to express his urging: "Okay, there's nothing else, let's go."

Sanyue nodded, hooked a rune with the other hand, the younger brother's corpse stood up, and followed step by step.

When they were about to leave the tomb, Ryan drew his sword and chased after them: "Stop! You hurt the priests of the Temple of the Day Patrol, I can't just let you go!"

The hunter turned his head slowly and looked at him with a frown. He couldn't tell whether it was boredom or killing intent in his eyes.

Dong Ji sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and hurried forward to grab his younger brother's arm: "Forget it, this time is a bit special after all..."

"What is forgetting? What is special!" Ryan pushed him away, "They each have their own misfortunes, but those guards are also innocent!"

After speaking, Ryan continued to walk towards the hunter and the necromancer with his sword in hand.Winter Thistle was pushed staggeringly just now, and fell on the uneven stone wall. There was a sharp pain in the back, and it was too late to grab Ryan again.

Just as the hunter was about to draw his weapon, a puff of black smoke suddenly blocked them and Ryan.Two points of fire floated out of Sanyue's eyes, and the two points separated into four points, each of which stopped in the black smoke and became the eyes of the two swearers.

The black smoke quickly condensed into a human form, and the two swearers held black long swords, exuding a sense of coercion unique to dead things.

Ryan held the long sword in both hands, swallowed, and forced himself to resist the urge to retreat.

"Lian!" Winter Thistle hurriedly shouted, "Put down the sword! Put it down! Those are the swearers, no matter how you attack them, it's useless! Put the sword away quickly, don't let them think you are hostile!"

Ryan turned his back to him, didn't answer, and didn't act rashly. I don't know if it was because he was too nervous.

The hunter and Sanyue had already walked up the steps at the entrance of the tomb. Ryan mustered up his courage and rushed up with a loud shout.The swearer roared in front of him, and the scorched black long sword met the enchanted steel sword. Ryan felt his hands go numb, and he lost his balance under his feet, and was directly knocked to the ground by the opponent's strength.

After falling, he grasped the sword and immediately wanted to stand up, but another long black sword was already close in front of him, and the blade was only a finger's width away from his eyes.

Winter Thistle yelled, "March! Don't do that! Don't hurt him..."

"Don't be afraid, I don't want to hurt him," March's voice came from the door of the tomb, "We are leaving. Before we leave, I have something to say."

Lane roared: "I will not compromise with evil!"

March ignored him, she only spoke to Winter Thistle: "If I'm not wrong, this temple is not that clean, and Harbor City is not a safe haven. Half-elf, you are different from people like us, and those in Harbor City People are different. You have chosen your own path, so I can't comment too much, but... in short, you must be careful."

Winter Thistle replied: "I know. Let the swearer go back first. Ryan is just a straightforward personality, and your brother must be the same in this regard, you should be able to understand."

Sanyue smiled: "When worrying about others, think about yourself. Otherwise, one day, everyone will break your heart."

Her voice became farther and farther away, and finally fell silent.The swearer did not disappear immediately, but continued to point his sword at Ryan.

After maintaining this for a short while, the figure of the swearer gradually faded away, and his whole body and eyes disappeared into the air.

As soon as the black sword became incorporeal, Ryan immediately got up and chased out with the sword in hand.Of course, he didn't catch anything, and there was no one outside the tomb.