066, no one can understand a madman
Hemerlin was silent for a moment and said, "This may be the soul hunter of the death artifact that the teacher accidentally lost in the Battle of Sotowa."
"Mr. Kame's lost property?" Yin was a little surprised, but when she thought about it, Cameron was a powerful necromancer. It was not surprising that he had an artifact in his hand, so he nodded, "Since it's his stuff, you're a necromancer, put it away..." The thing was about to be handed out, and his wrist was caught.
Blackcurrant abruptly dragged her hand back in a bad tone: "This is what I picked up. Can you give it to him?"
Yin's hand was hurt by him and frowned: "He is Mr. Cameron's student. What's wrong with him?"
Blackcurrant glanced coldly at Heimlin, who didn't dare to reach out to pick it at all. He opened her finger and took out the dagger, gently scratched her finger, and immediately saw blood. He rubbed the blood beads and asked, "Are you sure?"
Yin's scalp was numb for a while, and even the bullet could not penetrate his skin and flesh, but this little dagger could easily cut his fingers. It would be bad if this kind of thing flowed into the hands of outsiders, so he quickly shook his head: "I'm not sure, but it's useless for me to keep it."
"It's useless or not. It's hard to say now," Blackcurrant licked the wound on his hand. "A artifact can be worth at least 10 million gold coins."
Ten million! Countless gold coins flashed in front of Yin's eyes, and then said puzzledly, "Sell it?" It's wrong to think about it, and then he is finally enlightened. He refers to the redemption fee of 10 million gold coins.
Yin can't laugh or cry. Such a weapon that can make him see blood is handed over to himself, which is equivalent to handing over all his life. It is worth 10 million yuan. It is not too much to say that it is a priceless treasure. However, people who think that this thing can only casually reach a fraction of it seems to be very high self-esteem.
"Have you found the source of pollution?" Mr. Blair turned around with a radiant face. It seemed that he was in a very good mood after collecting a large amount of alchemy materials.
Yin Yang raised the dagger: "It seems that this thing is the ghost."
Mr. Blair took it over and looked at the deep well. He laughed and said, "There is a big demon king, a beautiful girl, living in a well in Sotowa... Ha ha~"
That's the story that Solandal told Suti on the road, but now it seems to have moved to reality. Did he know that there was an artifact in this well for a long time, or did the blind cat meet a dead mouse? The answer is unknown, because the master is still in a coma.
The soul hunter is too sharp to carry around and cannot be thrown directly into the dimension. Mr. Blair then borrowed a box to make a container for Yin. Although the box is ordinary, it is an advanced alchemy product that can isolate the power of elements. In other words, if the soul hunter is put it in it, the power of death is imprisoned. Get up and don't cause terrible pollution to the surroundings.
Blessing from this box, Suti finally felt less uncomfortable. It was completely dark, but the evil gecko did not attack them again, so everyone found an abandoned hotel and planned to spend the night in it.
Running all the way, everyone hasn't slept in a place with a roof for a long time. Yin just used arcane during the day, and now she is exhausted, but her peers are old, weak, sick, and lazy, so they have to work hard and light up the stove to cook. There is still a lot of charcoal in the kitchen of the hotel, and there is also a lot of food, but 30 The food before the New Year... There is a ghost when you can still eat it.
"Oh, there is red wine!" Yin held a kerosene lamp in one hand, covered her nose with a handkerchief in the other, and turned around the cellar. Suddenly, she found that there were several large oak barrels on the shelf deep in the cellar. She was immediately ecstatic. She opened the dimension and commanded Qiongqi and Meng Jia to stuff all these red wine that had been hidden for at least 30 years into the dimension, ready to turn back. Sell it at a good price.
Suddenly, footsteps came from the entrance of the cellar. Someone came down the ladder. Yin thought that the blackcurrant was hungry and came to find food, and said without looking back, "If you are hungry, you have to wait for a while."
It came Solandal, who had been pretending to be in a coma. He had changed his tattered riding suit and replaced it with a restaurant chef with a funny white hat on his head. He walked to the wine rack with a smile: "Although the host has run away, isn't it good for you to do this?"
Yin Chong rolled his eyes at him and said, "What's your position about me, you guy who pretended to be dead to make girls' tears?"
"How can I go as far as you said," Sorandal said with a sobbing expression. "It's rare for the goddess to cry so sadly for me. Who can have the heart to wake up immediately?"
"Normal people should feel unbearable to watch her continue to cry at this time, you pervert." Yin despised mercilessly.
Solandal smiled and didn't answer. Yin swallowed all the wine in the cellar, then clapped the ashes on her hands, straightened up and asked, "Why don't you continue to pretend to be dead and have something to do with me?"
If you really peep at the throne, then Haimerlin will think of fighting for Suti, and Solandal will naturally think of fighting for her. There is no right or wrong about prying each other's walls. It only depends on who wins in the end. Yin has been thinking about when he will come to talk to him about this problem. Unexpectedly, Solandal still looked cynical and turned out a big spoon from behind: "Help you cook!"
Yin continued to look at him contemptuously: "Don't think that if you dress like a chef, you can really cook."
Solandal carried a big spoon on his shoulder and walked out with his head held high: "Then you can wait and see. Everyone who has eaten the creamy soup I stewed is full of praise."
When Yin picked up a basket of charcoal and returned to the kitchen, Solandal really stewed cream soup in front of the stove. A burst of fragrance came to my nose, and Yin was in awe: "You really know how to make soup!"
"That's natural. After drinking this pot of creamy soup cooked with love and sweetness, everyone will fall deeply in love with me from the bottom of their hearts. I never tell this secret to anyone else!" Solandal stirred the soup in the pot with a large spoon and sprinkled some green onion sections.
Yin didn't know what expression to face this scene: "Onion? Do you have not only cream, but also green onions in your dimension? Is this man a walking cellar?
Solandal knocked on the edge of the pot, and the old god said, "As the creator of love and beauty, the unparalleled musicians, artists, gourmets and poets, even if the dimension is full of garlic, it can not detract from my invincible personal charm."
The corners of Yin's mouth twitched and decided not to talk to him so as not to disgust herself.
So the two were busy with their own work. Yin took out the slices of toast from the dimension and put the butter into a clean pan to melt. When he was about to cut the orange, there was a sudden "gong" behind him, and he was so scared that he almost cut his finger.
The white porcelain soup bowl fell into pieces, and the seemingly delicious thick soup flowed all over the ground. Solandal covered his shoulder and grinned in a mess.
"I thought you wouldn't hurt," Yin pushed him aside and took the broom and cloth to clean it. "Don't you feel a loss if you sacrifice an arm to win Su Ti's favor?"
Solandal leaned on the platform indifferently: "As a faithful believer of the goddess, isn't it reasonable to stand up at the critical moment?"
Yin straightened up and looked at him with a cloth: "Now there are only you and me in the kitchen. Don't pretend. All the way, you two brothers competed to perform in front of Su Ti. The blind people can see that they are famous. What you have done is nothing more than hoping that Su Ti can stand on your side when he breaks his face in the future."
Solandal still smiled lightly, but it was vaguely different from just now: "Yes, so how can I let the goddess be stained by such dirty thoughts?"
"I don't care about the matter between the three of you, but no matter how strong Suti is, she is just a person. She is young. It's really not like a calm prince who won't worth it for her." After cleaning up the floor, Yin brushed a bowl of soup, put it on the flow table, and then turned around and continued to cut oranges.
"Yin."
Yin didn't look back, and his hand fell with a knife: "Huh?"
Solandal picked up the soup bowl with one hand and walked out of the kitchen door: "Don't try to guess what I'm thinking, because you can't guess. In this world, a genius may understand a genius, but a madman can't understand another madman.
Yin's hand gestured: "What are you talking about?" Looking back, there is no second person in the kitchen.
At dinner, Suti was still sitting between the two people, serving soup, taking bread and even cutting bacon for them like a hard-working little housewife. Solandal didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't chatter as usual. He just slowly fiddled with the peas on the plate with a fork and put on a smile. , put on a crying face for a while.
"Stop playing, eat well," Suti took care of Hemerlin on the left hand side and turned to take care of him. As a result, he saw a grimace with a pea on his plate. He laughed and stood up and took two slices of bread and put blueberry sauce on the pea ghost's face. "Eat it quickly."
After dinner, Yin still cleans up the tableware, and the others find their own beds to sleep.
"Ah, by the way, I forgot an important thing just now," in the middle of the pot brush, Solandal swayed to the kitchen again, but this time he didn't help any more. He just leaned against the door frame and looked, "I heard that you got the soul hunter during the day."
Yin was busy and replied, "Have you heard? You're not around."
Solandal smiled for a while and said solemnly, "I was pretending to be in a coma at that time. I didn't see it with my own eyes. Of course, I could only hear about it."
Yin snorted and asked, "What's the matter? Do you want it?"
"No, I'm just here to congratulate you and give you a gift by the way."
Gend me a gift? Yin turned around inexplicably and saw a short stick-shaped thing in his hand, and then threw it at himself. Yin picked it up and saw that it was an empty scabbard, and the smooth shell did not have a trace of pattern, which was pitifully simple.
"You didn't want to tell me... Is this the sheath shell of the soul hunter?" Yin looked up at him suspiciously.
Solandal raised his eyebrows: "Is there a problem?"
Yin took out the soul hunter from the dimension and aimed it at the scabbard. It really fits perfectly and is even more shocked: "Why is the scabbard of the soul hunter in your hand? Give it back to me... Don't you want it?"
Solandal made a chic flirting posture: "Although this scabbard is also an artifact, it is really too shabby to match my beautiful appearance at all."
A cold wind blew, and Yin shivered.
After sending the scabbard, Solandal threw a kiss: "Good night, honey." Turn around and you're about to leave.
"Wait!" Yin still can't believe it. "You really don't want it? At least it's an artifact. With it in hand, can't you be more confident when you and Haimerlin compete for the throne?
"Fight for the throne?"
The blonde young man sneered at her, but his tone was still frivolous: "Who said I was going to fight for the throne?"
Yin was dumbfounded: "Don't you want to be a king?"
Solandal held his forehead: "I can't wander freely, I can't fall in love freely, I can't shuttle through the banquet in beautiful clothes - I'm not interested in being a king or anything."
- Don't try to guess what I'm thinking, because you can't guess.
- A madman can't understand another madman.
"Without the colorful night market, Sotowa is really dull and sleepy..." Before Yin could react, Solandal had sighed and disappeared in the shadow of the corridor.