Stray

    The ancient royal family and nobles always kept some treasures in their tombs. In case their descendants fall, using the passphrase passed down, the useless descendants can still take out some treasures from the tombs of their ancestors for money.

      While Nemo didn't know how Adrian did it, their knight commander did get the right answer—

    Seeing that everyone had no intention of moving forward, the Lock of Pain flattened itself into a palm-thin layer and quietly stuck to the cold and hard tomb tunnel. Sticky pieces of meat covered the delicate reliefs on the walls of the tomb, and several red eyeballs were still staring at Adrian.

    It's just that the narrow passage has suddenly become wider.

    "Mr. Cross, how did you know the answer?" Oliver asked directly.

    "Speculate," said the knight commander softly. "If the information you provided is correct, then Medes came here alone after the death of Sonia Ramon and sealed herself in the ancient tomb. Coupled with the attributes of this pain lock, I think it is worth a try. ."

    "I haven't heard that the old men of the Rad Sect love to dig people's graves, where did you get the information on the pain lock?" .

    "In your previous capacity, it is normal to have no access."

    Adrian lowered his eyes: "In the past, the low-level church popularly raised and improved the pain locks, and let the folk monks bear their penance. It is more sensitive to human pain than any creature, and some people like it Call it the 'Silent Confessor'."

    "However, this method belongs to the sect of the people. Once the lock of pain grows too large, it is still dangerous to people. After the current Pope took office, this practice was banned. This form of practice still exists in the region. I have dealt with many tragedies when the chains of pain get out of control."

    Niemo didn't care much about the source of the intelligence: "So, Meders 'betrayed' Oliver's father or mother?"

    "At least Mr. Meders thinks so, and is in great pain." The knight commander took the lead through the corridor covered with pain locks, and the soles of his hard boots crushed sticky flesh. "Looks like he doesn't mind talking to a visitor who 'knows his pain'."

    Fortunately, Tumbleweed has members who can detect the breath of life, which definitely saves a lot of time for their exploration - Medes did not lock himself in the main chamber of this ancient tomb. The necromancer obviously did not want to disturb the sleep of the tomb owner, so he chose a dark and narrow room from the bottom of the tomb.

    When Nemo stood before the narrow door, he even doubted his own judgment for a time.

    "Mr. Meders, we want to talk to you." Oliver tried to push the stone door.

    Dark, pale blue flames danced on the stone platform jutting out of the wall. Skeletons in simple clothes wandered silently, performing their duties, tacitly ignoring them. Oliver's voice echoed in the dark corridor, mixed with the clicking of bones, and the atmosphere became a little gloomy.

    Shimen did not respond to outgoings.

    "His reaction was too quiet." Nemo probed carefully, "Mr. Meders seems... motionless, and the magical fluctuations emanating are very gentle."

    "In other words, our necromancer is sleeping?" An Zai sneezed in the turbid and cold air and rubbed his nose.

    "The door is unlocked." Jesse knocked on the thick slate, "Look, Mr. Ramon, this is my job."

    "Mr. Meders, there is a young girl who is suffering from Trent blight. We know you have dealt with it." Oliver hesitated for a moment, and decided not to reveal his identity. "Can you hear me, Mr. Meders?"

    However, the only answer to him was silence.

    "Jesse is right, the door is unlocked and doesn't look like a trap." Nemo took a breath, "Oli, he still doesn't seem to wake up...I'm going in. "

      To his surprise, there was a dim light from the crack of the door, as if someone had placed a pale candle that was about to go out in a dark room.

    "I'll go check it out first." This time Nemo's voice revealed a hint of doubt, and Oliver nodded calmly.

     Trying to ignore the beating heartbeat, Nemo bit his teeth, grabbed his staff, and squeezed carefully into the small room.

    Then he shivered in place.

    The interior of the stone chamber exudes a strong sense of disobedience—

      Countless bones are listed on the ground.

    The floor is much more normal, a simple stone bed, a stone table that can be used as a desk. There was still a thick layer of parchment on the stone platform, the white feathers were looming in the shadows, and the dry ink bottle had a strange fishy smell.

      The coat rack, which was transformed from a branch, stood quietly beside the bone pit, and two dark robes of indistinguishable styles were loosely placed on it.

    It belongs to the "normal room" part, and there are things that emit a strong abnormal atmosphere.

    The lighting object here is not a magic lamp, but a skull floating slowly in the air. These skulls, without their jaws, hung upside down, and the skull cavity was filled with liquid-like silver light. They floated ghostly over the room, a liquid or solid "light" that swayed slowly with the movements of the skull without leaking or dripping from the skull's eyeholes.

    This luminous substance is a little familiar, and it is very similar to the books that record thoughts in the Clementine College confinement room.

    Another inexplicable thing was two dull stone jars, from which Nemo could smell a peculiar smell—smelling like some sort of pickle, but emitting churned water from time to time There was even a slight throbbing.

    He decided not to ponder the contents for a while.

    The last one is Medes himself.

    Maybe it's not quite accurate to say "I", the thing lying on the stone bed has nothing to do with normal humans. The skeleton was scattered on the stone bed, and the pale bones were covered with spells. There was a faint red light from the hollow eyes of the skull, and it was like breathing on and off.

    The other four of Tumbleweed probed and put their heads into the room, Nemo hurriedly made a gesture and asked his companions to retract their heads - this room was really too weird, he decided to put Mei first Des woke up to confirm the situation of the other party.

    "Mr. Meders." Nemo reached out hesitantly and poked the skull's humerus lightly.

    The skeleton on the stone bed trembled slightly, but the bones did not mean to gather at all.

    "Hello Mr. Meders." Nemo raised his voice.

    Finally, the skull with blood-red light in its eyes turned around, and the red light inside was still weak. Its jaws opened slightly and uttered a word.

    "...five more minutes of sleep..." The Tin Soldier's Necromancer responded vaguely.

    Nemo: "…"

    He took a deep breath, and simply tapped the humerus he had just poked: "Mr. Medes, we have something important to visit."

    "Don't look for me, I'll go to Flint for non-group affairs. I'll sleep..." This time, as soon as Medes spoke, he woke up. The bones scattered on the stone bed flew up by themselves, forming a complete skeleton, and the red light of the eye hole in the skull was brilliant—

    Balthazar Medes woke up.

    "Oh, visitor." When he woke up, his voice was a little hollow. "What are you doing?"

    "A young girl has Trent blight, and her condition is currently suppressed. We understand that you have treated a similar case, so came to..."

    "Thank you for being here, um, I'll get dressed first." Medes snapped his jaws open and closed, interrupting Nemo's words, but it sounded like Not much anger. "I don't like talking to people naked."

    Nimo turned silently.

    in minutes.

    "As you can see, there are no chairs for guests, and no tea." Medes was dressed in his robe, and the emblem of the tin soldier flashed on it. "Sit over there, young man, and your companions can come in and sit too—since you can come here, I won't tell you."

    He put on the air and coughed a few times: "But you have to be prepared for disappointment, I did do some research on Trent blight. But I never found a cure for it." To be honest, young man...if I'm not mistaken, the best you can do now is to suppress its onset."

    "How do you know..." Nemo's eyes continued to drift in the direction of the Bone Pit, and his companions squeezed in one by one like groundhogs squeezing out of the cave. Nemo subconsciously turned his attention to Oliver when he noticed that the tumbleweeds were all crowded into the room.

    Oliver stood in the shadows and gave him a smile.

    "Because I'm a genius, and I've never stopped researching it." Medes answered Nemo's question rambled, sounding quite proud. "Okay, don't look at that pile of bones, those are the burial bodies I collected from the main burial chamber, not fresh—if you're worried about that. Now tell me about the little girl and let me see what's there I can do it."

    "She said that she could survive by drinking the potion nine times a day, and the onset of Trent blight was fixed at the infectious stage." Before Nemo could speak, Ann made a sound.

    "...if you want a cure, I can't help her. Although my research is in another direction, but if you have the formula for that drug, I can reduce the number of doses One time or less, let that little girl suffer a little less." Medes tapped his head with his fingerbone. "Trent blight is such a scary thing, and once you get it, no one can escape it."

    "Someone escaped." Oliver in the corner spoke calmly.

      "

    "No, I mean myself. I was a patient." Oliver stepped forward.

    Meders turned her gaze towards Oliver for the first time, and the silvery skull approached Oliver, illuminating his face.

    He was silent for a long time. After a long period of silence, the scarlet rays of light could not stop blinking in the hollow eyes of the dead bones: "Your name?"

    "Oliver Ramon." Oliver sighed, pulled away Jesse who was standing in front of him, stood in front of the Necromancer, and gave a standard battle salute.

    "...or Oliver Lopez. The only son of Flint Lopez and Sonia Ramon. Mr. Meders, I'm sorry we didn't say it all at first—except Trent blight information, if I can, I would like to know what happened that year."

    Meders did not answer him.

    The languid, flamboyant and out of place feeling on the Necromancer disappeared in an instant, he just stared at Oliver. There was no emotion on the face that had no flesh.

    At the same time, there was a loud noise not far above their heads, and Nemo hurriedly began to investigate—

    The size of the pain lock has skyrocketed by a full fold compared to when they first saw it, filling half the corridor directly, and even cracking the solid rock wall.

    "Denny's up." Medes muttered, his voice was choked, the bones of the lost body were unable to shed tears.

    "...how utterly wrong I was, Captain."