Transcendent Dawn

As a researcher of the spirit world, Sulu has seen many evil spirits.

A mere headless spirit, just a scary appearance, actually does not reach the level of a first-order [dead spirit], which does not move him in the slightest.

What Sulu really cares about is the information emanating from the other party.

Human beings... It shows that there are still human beings in this world, which is a great thing!

Judging from his clothes, he seemed to belong to the poor before his death...and the productivity of this world should be very low...

Being beheaded...it means it's not safe. Whether it's beheaded by a sheriff or killed by a vendetta, it means that the human world is also full of wars or killings...

...

Sulu's spirit quietly stared at the headless spirit on the opposite side, and suddenly said: In the name of me... Sulu Botley! I order you to obey me!

Tell me! Your name and cause of death!

His class can completely drive these low-level spirit bodies.

And this natural suppression of personality will not change because of changing the world and the spirit world!

Bi...bi...ge...

The headless spirit raised its head and made a sound, as if it hadn't spoken for a long time, and it seemed a little stuttering.

There was light in its godless eyes, which made Sulu perceive a picture:

The cold ground, the blood-stained guillotine, the snow-capped mountains in the distance, the guards and the crowd nearby...

The voice of a middle-aged man echoed in my ears:

In the name of the Duke of Wolf Castle, the guardian of the Snow People, the patriarch of the Mitis family, the lord of the Northern Knights, Winter Snow, the Heartbreaker... Leonard Mitis, I sentence you... death penalty!

The next moment, a terrible pain came from the neck.

Well……

Sulu withdrew his inspiration and touched his neck by the way.

The feeling of being beheaded is very real, and it is also a backlash from peeping at the memory of the spirit body.

A slightly weaker psychic might get lost and perish in this severe pain, but to him, it was nothing more than a trivial matter.

Wait a minute... I can understand! I can understand the other party's language!

Thinking back to the scene he saw just now, Sulu was suddenly startled: Although it seems to be a world similar to the European Middle Ages...but I can understand their language...that is... Gulam!

This language, which is known as the oldest language in the main world, is actually regarded as a common language in this world!

This cannot but make Sulu wonder what is the relationship between the two worlds!

It can't be because of the short distance, right?

Sulu laughed dumbfounded.

Not to mention whether there is a concept of 'distance' between worlds, even if it is, it cannot be explained.

The good news is...communication shouldn't be a problem.

What the lord and grand duke spoke was indeed Gulam, with a little accent at most, so it wasn't a big problem.

He put away the package, looked at one side of the mound, and waved: Goodbye!

Under the bright sunlight, yesterday's direwolf was sitting cross-legged, as if seeing him off, the fur reflected the dazzling light, as if coated with a layer of golden armor.

According to the nearby spirits... the nearest human gathering point,

Should be in the south!

Sulu made himself a sled and tried to slide on the snow.

The strength of the LV4 level, after a night of recovery, he has a body comparable to that of an ordinary person.

With his third-level control ability, he quickly mastered the trick, holding the branches with both hands, and with a slight push on the ground, his feet can be drawn far away.

As he continued to go south, the cold temperature seemed to rise a little bit.

After a few days.

Sulu found some traces of human activities, and couldn't help but feel refreshed.

He obtained a more accurate route by asking the nearby spirits, and galloped towards a human settlement.

My previous guess is not wrong. The productivity here is very low, roughly equivalent to the European Middle Ages, but it is the kind with extraordinary power?

Sulu took off the sled and walked across a wheat field.

On both sides are reclaimed farmland, planted with crops similar to barley, wheat, and oats, in addition to large areas of onions and cabbages.

The farmers and women working in the fields were all unkempt, wearing thick clothes made of animal skins.

Go a few steps further and you arrive at what should be a village.

As far as the eye can see, a hill is surrounded by low houses, like building blocks, until the top of the hill.

And around the village, there is a circle of fences piled up with sharpened logs and stones, and a small militia-like team is patrolling.

Stop! Who?

At the gate of the village, Sulu was naturally stopped.

He watched the peasants and soldiers coming over. Most of them were emaciated and dressed in rags. Only the captain had a leather armor, and the forks, swords and other weapons in his hands were slightly rusted.

However, it is indeed Gulam!

A tramp!

Sulu smiled, and also replied in Gulam: I hope I can rest in the village, and I am willing to pay for it!

Thanks to the fact that the Federation is still circulating precious metal currency, he has reserved some golden dragons and silver eagles in the Greedy Gloves. As long as the patterns and characters on the surface are cut off, they can be used directly.

Outlanders in strange clothes!

The captain looked at Sulu carefully: Where are you from?

He is very vigilant, and the muscles of his limbs are well exercised, especially his right arm and gait, with a unique rhythm, which is very suitable for his saber.

A distant place, you may not know.

Sulu threw out a polished silver coin.

It's not that he can't take out the golden dragon, but it will definitely attract greed and covetousness.

He didn't want to massacre in this village.

It's pure silver!

A militiaman took it, dawdled a few times, his eyes sparkled with joy.

……All right!

Seeing the eyes of his subordinates, the captain of the militia reluctantly agreed: Outsider, you can get a room, as well as hot water, bread, and salt... Leave immediately after staying for one night! Don't cause trouble!

Do not worry!

Sulu smiled brightly, showing his white teeth.

This surprised the militia captain again.

As the lower class poor, a mouthful of rotten yellow and black teeth is the norm.

This kind of appearance and temperament, he seems to have only seen in the nobles of Wolf Castle.

In this world, nobles are the absolute rulers, even if they are only offshoots and descendants of noble families, they will be respected.

Come with me!

His face softened a little, and he led the way: This is Ward Village, which belongs to the great Duke of Wolfsburg. I am the local militia captain—Aric!

Sulu! You can call me Sulu!

Sulu introduced himself politely, but suddenly stopped.

He saw a small altar!

It is out of tune with the surrounding buildings, but it looks very solemn.

A group of people are gathered around, seem to be praying.

More importantly, I am very familiar with the regulations and symbols, as well as their prayer language!

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