Chapter 34: I feel bad. I have to go to work tomorrow*…
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After a few seconds, I suddenly distanced myself from those eyes.
The owner of those eyes was none other than the bearded man. Judging from the distance and the movements, I squinted my eyes and keenly discovered his intention.
"Give up. Even if I hang up, you can't drive this boat. Not to mention climb up here."
The bearded man leaning against the side of the boat curled his lips and cursed: "How dare you come back? Where are the good things you promised me? Why haven't you returned them to me yet?"
"We'll talk about that later. Did you see the two undeads that just came over?"
"I knew it was you. Otherwise, how could two souls suddenly appear in this godforsaken place?"
The bearded man rolled his eyes and waved his hand towards the bottom of the water. Several souls floated to the surface and lifted the two light balls up.
"Brother, we brought what you wanted."
The bearded man nodded and said, "Here, what you want, I'll give you the money and the goods."
"You're just paying for the goods, you idiot."
I rolled my eyes and took the two balls away. Poor Andy and Anka had no idea what kind of abuse they had suffered. Their bodies were translucent, and they curled up in the balls and were unconscious.
In order to ensure secrecy, I specifically asked the bearded man, "They don't know what's going on, right?"
"Who do you think I am? I'm a professional."
The bearded man snorted coldly, and was quite dissatisfied with my questioning of his professionalism. I gave him a thumbs up, kicked him into the Styx, and prayed to the background music of his "Pah Pah Pah".
It has been a long time since I returned to my body, and the feeling of abundant computing power and energy was a little strange for a moment. I waved my hand excitedly, and the river responded to my call, suddenly rolling up huge waves.
The bearded man cursed even louder. I have no doubt that if he could go to the player forum right now, he would definitely write at least a hundred articles to express his grievances.
The sky is dark and the sun and moon are dim. I am so weak that I can't move even with every step. The seventy-year-old palace maid weeps with joy. Our queen is ten thousand years old this year and still has such fair skin and beautiful appearance.
Fortunately, he couldn't log in. I think this is the most reliable thing the mastermind did.
I stretched out my hand. The sky of God's Kingdom was always deep and silent, with the flowers blooming along the river as the only embellishment. The dark tide wrapped around my fingertips, and then transparent ripples appeared. Endless dead souls rose and fell in it, making harsh wails.
A vague connection came. The purpose of the herbs was to enhance the breath of death, and the poem of resurrection was to communicate with the gods. In general, the ritual was to attract the gods' attention and to locate them.
But that was no problem for me. I injected my divine power into the deceased, and the life of the deceased emerged before me.
The smiles of parents, the fights of brothers, the hard training...
Various scenes flashed before my eyes, and I focused my attention and brought them back to where they were.
In an instant, the light and shadow in front of him changed again, and the angry voice of the bearded man became blurred: "I knew that you came back for no good, so you came back just to let me work for you!"
As expected of me, he is my most capable assistant. He even guessed something like this.
I pretended not to hear him and switched back to the other side. The azure progress bar disappeared quickly. Instead, the strong smell of blood filled my nose.
The plants scattered on the corpse burned silently, and wisps of dark gray smoke floated out from them, curling up into the sky with the wind.
The bitter aroma filled my nose. In ancient times, this was called the Bridge of the Dead, meaning the path that leads the dead back to the real world.
Souls of the past, do not worry about the darkness.
The fallen can also be redeemed here.
The pale skin of the corpse gradually turned red, the chest rose and fell, and the heart began to beat again. Life was poured into the two bodies in front of him. Anka opened his eyes first, and he looked around blankly, and suddenly saw Andy beside him.
His eyes suddenly turned red and he rushed over. Andy woke up a step late and heard the sound of the wind before he was fully awake.
He subconsciously punched the person who was approaching, and Anka, who was immersed in excitement, was caught off guard and punched. He stared blankly at his brother who had attacked him, his eyes full of disbelief.
The latter came back to his senses and looked around in shock: "What happened? I clearly remember that I was seriously injured..."
He looked like he hadn't recovered from the fight. I waved my hand in front of him. Andy looked down at me, his lips moving, his eyes full of confusion.
"Sir Saint, what's going on? We should have been fighting just now!"
I winked at him and said, "Just consider this as a gift from God."
"A gift from God..."
Andy repeated this sentence, his eyes suddenly lit up, he made a cross on his chest, and prayed devoutly in a low voice.
"Thank you for your grace, great Lord of Light. You are like the rising sun, your majesty will never fall..."
Listening to his prayer, Anka did not speak. His face was full of hesitation, as if he wanted to say something. I shook my head at him. He looked at his brother in silence, lowered his head and said nothing.
Some things are better left as secrets, there's no need to make them too clear.
Andy looked at us blankly, with suspicion written all over his face. Anka rolled his eyes and said, "I told you it was just your illusion. Instead of dwelling on this, you should go and save people."
The knight's body trembled, and he finally found what he wanted to do.
At the same time, the remaining knights began to wake up one after another. I helped them untie the restraints, and when the knights saw me, their expressions became very excited, mixed with a hint of shame.
"I'm sorry, Master Saint, we failed to live up to your expectations."
It doesn't matter. I didn't have any hope for you from the beginning.
It was a bit cruel to say this, so I swallowed the words and just gave them an encouraging smile.
"You have done a great job, leave the rest to me."
"Sir, the Holy Son..."
The knights were so moved that their eyes welled up with tears, which only made me feel a little less moral.
But since we are not people of faith, it should be okay to humble ourselves occasionally.
I muttered to myself, smiling at everyone. The trapped knight was soon rescued, his face full of joy of surviving the disaster.
Looking at this warm and harmonious scene, I suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Hmm... What's wrong? I seem to have forgotten something. After pondering for a while, Anka's words woke me up.
"Sir, where is your dragon?"
It dawned on me. Yes, where did the dragon go?
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As we all know, dragons are extremely proud creatures. They have strong self-esteem and smart brains. They play the role of villains in legends or stories, either being conquered by the kingdom or being the villain who steals the princess.
But what these stories didn't tell me was how to find a dragon once it decided to treat itself as a mushroom.
It took me an hour to find the escaped dragon. When I found it, it was lying under a tree basking in the sun, looking very leisurely.
After I found out, Long acted quite confidently, almost asking me in person.
"Isn't it natural for me to run away? He is a god."
Yes, yes, that is God. You will face many more problems in this regard in the future.
It was really wrong of me to expect it to come in handy. I silently gave him the middle finger. The dragon looked at the sky and the earth but didn't want to look at me, revealing his guilt that was visible to the naked eye.
Well, I should have known that this guy was unreliable. There was no one around, so I went over and kicked its tail. The dragon almost jumped up with a roar, but chose to keep quiet because he was in the wrong.
I glanced at it and said, "Now you know you're guilty. Why didn't you confess when you left me behind?"
"I have a reason for this!"
The dragon cried out in pain, his face full of pity: "That's a god. You said I'm not afraid of a demon beast. You said I'll run faster than anyone else if I face a beast god."
"So you're right, right?"
I kicked it again and threatened it with a dark face.
"I'll give you one more chance, you'd better know what you're going to do next."
"Of course, of course. If you say east, I definitely won't go west. If you say forward, I definitely won't go backward!"
Long plagiarized the player's words and said it so fluently. I didn't believe his nonsense and snorted coldly: "I don't believe it unless you tell me your real name."
Long was horrified: "I just ran away for a while, this crime doesn't deserve death!"
"Great Lord of Glory, this dragon blasphemes your..."
“Stop, stop, stop!!”
Long Wu Nai: "If I tell you, you swear not to pray to the Lord of Light to kill me."
"It seems you have a lot of secrets,"
I looked at it playfully, and the dragon laughed and quickly uttered a long name.
A collection of complex syllables, Dragon Language is the oldest magical language in the world. It is said that the first magician learned magic with inspiration from it.
It sounded like some mysterious spell. I sneered, "Don't try to fool me with something random. Do you believe I can make you into roasted dragon meat?"
The dragon roared: "Neil~ My name is Neil~"
As it uttered these words, a brilliant light erupted between us.
Neil and I were locked together by some force, and I threw away the torn drawing in my hand with satisfaction.
The equal contract reinforced by the god's gaze came into effect. Okay, this time I really believe it.
Long was dumbfounded: "You actually used the contract to trick me!"
"I can't help it. The contract we made before was too unreliable. If you run away again in this situation, I won't be able to complain."
I spoke quickly, watching with satisfaction as the light faded. A chain formed between me and Neil, and then disappeared into thin air.
"Okay, now it's time for you to talk about something else,"
"Why is there more?"
"Don't play dumb. Aren't you going to explain to me what the priest said before?"
From the moment I summoned him, I knew that Neil was an extraordinary dragon. A normal dragon wouldn't be so familiar with others as he was.
"I knew I couldn't escape this..."
The dragon muttered, and turned itself over. The sunlight shone on the white and golden scales, creating soft spots of light. Finally, he began to explain the matter.
"Okay, I admit it. This appearance is not what I really look like, or rather, this body is not my real body."
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