Allen and his little bones [Western Fantasy]

Stepping forward to stand next to the black-haired young man, the undead pulled down the cloak and hood after entering the isolated area. At this time, he naturally put his head next to Alan. Due to the height difference of the half head, From a third-person perspective, it's like he's leaning on a human shoulder.

Feeling the indistinct contact on the shoulder, Allen glanced at Eli's movements.The other party was looking down at the book in his hand.

Eli: 【This is? 】

I only briefly glanced at the content of the page that Alan was opening. It excerpted a few details about alchemy and casting, followed by some boring experimental records.

The undead felt that this notebook looked more and more familiar. He seemed to have seen a notebook that was exactly the same, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"I found this in this row of bookshelves. This is a notebook." Allen flipped the paper lightly, and let the notebook return to the title page. Don't guess, whose notebook is this?"

Eli looked at the nondescript black cover, the slightly yellowed inside pages, trying to search his memory where he had seen another notebook of the same type.Allen would not play guessing games with him for no reason. Most of the other party would let him guess because he thought he could guess it.

Allen didn't disturb Eli's thinking, and waited patiently for a moment.

After a short time, Eli didn't know what to think, he took a deep breath in the spiritual connection - even though he doesn't have a real organ to breathe now - before speaking in an uncertain voice: [This is... Hall's ? 】

This answer gave Alan a pause: "Huh?"

Eli knew immediately that he had guessed wrong.

"It's not Hall, but someone who is very close to him." Moving his finger away from the name, Allen announced the answer, "It's Lawrence."

【…】

The name "Lawrence" had no less impact on Eli than "Hall".

Like Allen just now, Eli also stared at the name written in the corner of the title page for a long time. He had to read the first and last names of the name separately in order to calm down the astonishment in his heart a little.

When thinking of the last surname, his voice rose uncontrollably: 【Lawrence... Val? 】

The undead is obviously still a "bone face" that can't make any expressions, but Allen clearly interpreted the shock of the other party. He himself has calmed down from the shock after seeing the name at first, and now he looks at Eli. With an unbelievable look, he patted the undead's shoulder comfortingly: "I just kept looking at it and accidentally forgot the time. Before you came over, I had roughly flipped through it and confirmed the content recorded in it." , this Lawrence surnamed Val is very likely to be the close friend of Hall's legend."

【But Hall's best friend is...】 Eli had to pause before he could say the following words, 【Demon Race?How can this be? 】

Born in Angelo, grew up listening to Hall's stories, and by chance, found Hall's notepad in the library of Alberta College, which recorded that Hall and Lawrence studied and lived together All these things make Eli feel that the two "people" must be playmates they have known since childhood.

The doubts that had surfaced in Allen's heart before, will also appear in Eli's heart.

If Lawrence really came from the Vaal family, and he studied and lived with Hall for a long time, and studied in the same college, then how did a demon live safely in Angelone and even entered Alberta? College study?

Allen was concerned about the name proposed by the undead when he "guessed" for the first time. He moved his hand on the opponent's shoulder up naturally, and patted the skull of the undead's skeleton lightly, then lowered his head slightly, his eyes full of On Probe: "Eli."

The undead didn't hear anything wrong from the voice, he raised his head unpreparedly: [What? 】

Allen closed the notebook and handed it to Eli so that he could look through it more freely: "Why did you guess that this notebook belonged to Hall at first?"

Eli was taken aback.

He raised his hand to take the notebook, and the undead unconsciously rubbed the cover of the book. He was sure that this notebook was exactly the same as the one he found in the library of Alberta College.

[…I have seen another notebook that looks exactly the same. ] After hesitating for a few seconds, Eli decided to tell Allen the truth, [The title page of that book also says Lawrence, but the handwriting and records on the inside page are completely different from this one, mainly about Hall and Lawrence daily chores. 】

After being slightly taken aback, Allen realized something immediately: "Is that... Hall's own notepad?"

[Yes. 】Eli said,【It is written in No.1 name, and the recorder should be Hall himself. 】

After a long while, no one spoke again, and the human beings and the undead seemed to fall into their own thoughts at the same time, giving each other silence in a tacit understanding.

In the popular version of the legend, Hall's close friend has always appeared as a "mysterious swordsmith". As for the special metaphor symbolized by Hall's sword, according to what Herbert said last night, this layer of secrets should be fresh. Someone knows.Previously, Allen had doubted where the demon boy learned of this limited metaphor, and if Lawrence was really born in the Val family, then as a member of the Val family, Herbert would know this It is no longer strange.

--and many more.

Suddenly realizing that something was wrong, the black-haired young man carefully recalled what the undead had just said.

Eli has seen another notebook of the same type, and after reviewing its contents, he confirms that it belongs to Hall, so...

"Eli." Allen asked, "Did you already know another metaphor about giving Hall's sword?"