Maggie enthusiastically picked out clothes for Nesser, while Perkin stood quietly to the side, lifeless. The shopkeeper didn't dare approach him at all, only daring to speak to Maggie.
"Sister! I want this!"
Maggie habitually spoils Nesser, to the point that he will actively choose what he likes rather than feeling guilty or rejecting it.
It could also be said that Nesser grew up surrounded by love, and the elves in the elven village doted on him.
"Then this one."
Maggie smiled and agreed, then turned to look at Perkin, and then...
Perkin suddenly retreated five or six steps at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if Maggie had a virus or was a monster.
"?"
A huge question mark popped into Maggie's head as she began to doubt herself. Did she really look that scary?
She just wanted to buy Perkin a dress too.
"you....."
Maggie comforted herself, thinking that perhaps Perkin, having just come from a slave auction, wasn't yet adept at accepting kindness. So she flashed a very friendly smile and gently began to speak.
Without hesitation, Perkin raised his hand and pointed to one of the corners of the clothing store.
Maggie turned her head and saw a very simple black and gray outfit with no extra accessories. It looked like it was suitable for movement and wouldn't hinder his actions.
"Hmm? You want this?"
Maggie asked, somewhat hesitantly.
Perkin nodded, his snake-like eyes relaxed, and he seemed to be in a good mood. But if Maggie were to force him to try on most of the clothes in the store like Nesser, he might run away on the spot.
"Okay, this one will do."
Maggie looked regretful, but did not insist.
Although Perkins was a bit gloomy, his facial features were actually outstanding. He had a high nose bridge, a clear jawline, sharp features, and fair skin.
His pale lips might have made his features appear somewhat sinister, but upon closer inspection, he was still a handsome young man.
It's a pity I can't get the Miracle Perkin, otherwise Maggie could have played for another afternoon.
Perkin's tense body visibly relaxed after hearing Maggie's words, and he finally gave up his plans to run away.
Nesser and Perkin changed into their new clothes, and the three of them walked out of the clothing store. Maggie looked up at the sky, and the usually bright sunshine felt a little harsh on her now.
Well, happy times are always so short.
Maggie looked toward the cemetery of the dead and sighed quietly.
"Let's go."
The three of them slowly walked toward the cemetery of the dead, and the shadows in the darkness followed them.
Maggie has always had a strong sixth sense, and she could sense that the guy Ford sent to follow her was still not at ease. Ford was really cautious.
...
The Cemetery of the Dead was originally the burial place for the nobles of Santa Fe City. There were families that had been buried here for generations. The cemetery was guarded by special watchmen, and ordinary people could not enter at all.
But from some point onward, the Night Watchmen began to hear the cawing of crows at midnight and the occasional wailing of people, which disturbed their peace of mind. One by one, the hired Night Watchmen were frightened away, and eventually, one of them died in the cemetery.
With the gatekeeper gone and the rumors of the place being haunted growing stronger, the nobles all changed the burial sites and dared not come back.
Later, it became a cemetery of the dead that terrified ordinary people, because every thief who tried to steal the burial goods of nobles never returned; they all died there.
Although the Temple of Light sends people to deal with the situation, it can only slow down the spread of the undead. For some reason, there is still a continuous stream of undead being generated, leaving people helpless.
Last time, the Temple of Light mobilized nearly a hundred nuns and priests, barely managing to purify the ghosts surrounding the cemetery of the dead; the rest had to be temporarily abandoned.
Before long, Maggie and her two companions appeared at the entrance of the Cemetery of the Dead.
Looking up, there was a gloomy, gray sky. The house that used to be at the entrance of the cemetery was now dilapidated, with traces of unknown blood still visible inside. A crow with red eyes stood on a withered tree at the entrance.
Upon seeing someone approaching, the crow swooped down and struck Maggie directly.
Before Maggie could even cast a spell, the raven was cleaved in two by Perkin's hidden blade.
The raven's carcass fell at Maggie's feet, red blood staining its black feathers. Accompanied by the incessant cawing of crows in the cemetery, a terrifying atmosphere descended.
Maggie crouched down and carefully examined the crow. The blood was still flowing, indicating that it was a living crow, but she could sense a peculiar undead aura emanating from it, suggesting that it had been influenced and become so violent.
A peculiar fluctuation of undead aura...
Maggie quickly searched her mind for plot details. Most of the undead storylines in "Miracle Day" were related to Pansy, who had once used the Abyss Stone to corrupt the Temple of Light, causing the paladins to lose their minds and kill each other.
Ordinary undead aura will only cause living things to decay, not to become agitated and restless.
This only happens when the aura of the dead is mixed with anger and resentment.
But if this cemetery contained only an ordinary abyssal magic stone, it shouldn't be generating a continuous stream of undead, something even the Temple of Light couldn't eradicate. So there's another possibility...
The Abyss Soulstone is a treasure that constantly emits hatred and resentment, and can transform ordinary corpses and souls into undead.
If no one collects it, it will continue to contaminate everything around it, and soon its location will become a dead zone, a place of revelry for the dead.
But if that happens.....
There must be an undead spirit constantly absorbing the power of the soul stone beside it, and Maggie knows that it is too powerful for her to defeat.
"How could Ford not know there was something big inside? Looks like they really want me dead..."
Maggie stood up and looked ahead. The path in front of her was desolate, with withered flowers and leaves lying on the ground, covering the colorful, unidentified liquid underneath, which made a crisp sound when stepped on.
Thorny brambles entangled all the buildings in sight, while the neatly arranged tombstones were clean and tidy, making it look incredibly eerie.
It was extremely eerie, with a chilling feeling washing over you.
Even so, Maggie took firm steps and walked inside without hesitation.
The moment Maggie stepped into the cemetery, her body, which had been warmed by the sunlight, was enveloped by an indescribable chill from head to toe.
From outside the cemetery, Maggie, dressed in a pure white, holy saint's robe, looked out of place, as if a goddess had fallen into a desolate land.
No one knows whether the gods will save this place or drag it into the abyss.
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