Allen and his little bones [Western Fantasy]

"Bone soup" was a bad joke, and Allen certainly didn't mean it.

Seeing that the atmosphere has not been adjusted well, but has developed in a more weird direction, he is also a little helpless, so he can only pretend to be innocent and cough lightly: "I made a bad joke, don't mind it, come out quickly, there is nothing wrong with it." Suitable for staying too long."

But didn't you put me in there?Eli said in his heart, feeling that the dark-haired young man's comforting tone sounded very unsuitable, as if he had crawled into the tank on his own initiative.

The brain was tangled into a ball, and on the bright side, the undead skeleton continued to move silently, and left the vat on its own.

During the whole time he was out of the tank, he turned his head 180 degrees and didn't turn his head. He kept staring at the pharmacist.

It wasn't until his feet were on the ground that his body was facing the black-haired young man, and his head was facing the back. Then he turned his head straight again so that his head and body would not look like they were spelled wrong.

[What exactly is this tank? 】After coming out of the big tank, Eli finally felt a little more secure, he asked when he looked at the turbid water again.

Allen didn't tell a bad joke this time: "Hot water, psychotropic medicine, and dark recovery agent, in a ratio of five to three, can help you quickly recover a certain amount of mental power in a short period of time, and stabilize the burn caused by the light element."

The amount of information in this sentence is too large, and the undead skeleton almost turned his head to look at Alan, almost breaking a small cervical spine: [Dark recovery agent? ! 】

Isn't the dark recovery agent long lost?

"Although the formula is still being adjusted, a large number of test samples will be needed in the later stage." The black-haired young man said calmly, "But judging from your recovery, this version of the potion does have a primary healing function."

【You... use me as an experiment? 】Eli didn't know whether he should be surprised by the fact that "the dark recovery potion really exists", or that he should be surprised that there are humans preparing potions for the undead demons, 【But where did you get the formula?It's supposed to be lost... and why are you doing this? 】

He really couldn't suppress his doubts, and just before the next sentence came out, he remembered that his identity was not what it used to be, and urgently changed his words: [I mean...you are a human being after all. 】

"Humans are not necessarily 'dark-hating'." Allen first responded to the last sentence of the undead, "The basic formula of the dark recovery agent still exists in the world, but ordinary people would not think of touching it. I was interested, so I did some homework and research, and luckily found some information.”

As he said, he pulled a chair from the side, indicating that the undead could sit down, and he started to deal with the pot of water that had basically lost its medicinal properties: "When I just picked you up, you were in a very bad condition. Great, and the light element is suppressing your self-healing ability, so I used the dark recovery agent, it has not yet caused a rejection reaction on you-don't worry, if there is a problem later, I will be responsible for you. "

In addition to extracting a small bottle of wastewater for observation, the rest must be poured into the wastewater treatment tank behind the house.

After hearing the young man say that it was a pot of potion that could help him recover, Eli realized that the other party might really be different from the people he had met before, and he might really be someone who could help him.

It's just that the previous experience has cast a shadow on him, and he hasn't been able to completely let go of his guard for the time being.

Seeing that the young man was about to lift the large tank full of liquid, which was not light at a glance, the undead skeleton moved his legs. He was hesitating whether he should offer to help, but the other party did not frown , the big vat was as light as a toy in the young man's hands, and the young man walked away with ease after saying "responsible".

Eli: "..."

This pharmacist is so strong!

Allen, who was really strong, quickly emptied the water tank and walked back with the empty tank.

When Eli saw the action of the black-haired young man refilling the tank with water and igniting the fire, the corners of his imaginary eyes twitched.

Why did he have a bad premonition?

Before he could tell the reliability of this premonition, the young man who seemed to be waiting for the water to boil stood right in front of Eli.

"I'm done answering your questions," Allen said. "Now let's deal with mine, shall we?"

Of course, Eli didn't forget that "ask him a question" was one of the reasons why the young man brought him back.

He nodded slightly: 【Please. 】

Allen glanced at the undead skeleton sitting on the chair, and then whispered a spell.

A small portable space opened in response to the spell, and it materialized beside him into a storage bag that seemed to be the size of a backpack.

This is a simple space system technique, and the students of Osmond Academy can learn it when they reach the middle grades.It can summon a storage space, which is convenient for people to store their belongings without having to carry a lot of sundries with them.

For pharmacists, this small spell is very practical, they can store all emergency medicines and rare herbs found on the way into the space.

Although Eli didn't know what the black-haired youth was looking for, he didn't ask rashly.

After confirming that the spell was not an attack spell, he entered into a state of waiting patiently—until the young man found what the other party wanted, and took out a wooden signboard that seemed ordinary to him from the space .

What is he doing with this?

This question just flashed in Eli's heart, and in the next second, he paid the price for his "ordinary" views.

When the wooden sign was completely taken out from the storage bag, an overwhelming sense of oppression swept over like mountains and seas, making the undead almost unable to breathe.

Even though objectively speaking, he no longer needs to breathe, but he really felt a burst of "suffocation".

"Relax." Allen seemed to understand the feelings of the undead, and guided the other party in a calm voice, "Don't try to resist it, the more you resist, it will understand your struggle, and the stronger the pressure it will exert on you—— Try to accept it, don't think it is something that will hurt you, just like facing the examiner when you pass the grading exam, just accept its review."

Following the young man's guidance, Eli, who had no choice but to try twice, finally gradually groped out the way. He adjusted his emotions according to the words, and found that although the pressure brought by the wooden sign was still there, it had really reduced a lot.

【What is this? ] asked the breathless undead.

He found that since he woke up tonight, he kept asking "what" and "why".

The wooden token in the young man's hand looked like a holy weapon at first glance, and he almost thought that the other party turned his face temporarily, and used something with sacred blessings to deal with him.

But looking carefully, there were indeed runes on the wooden sign, but they were different from any sacred runes he knew.

It was a split seven-pointed star.

According to the legend, the star is regarded as a figure that contains energy. According to the number of corners, the amount of energy they contain and the symbolic meaning will also change.

But no matter what kind of star it is, its pattern should be complete.

There is only one race on this continent that uses the split star as its emblem.

Undead.

...However, a human pharmacist took out an item in front of him that belonged to the undead family and could restrain the undead?

Eli felt that all of this was beyond recognition.

In the next second, he heard the young man say, "Don't you know it?"

Eli was taken aback.

[Should I know it? 】 He blurted out and then saw the young man pause.

So he knew he was wrong.

"The basic teaching of the Black Academy has a 'Lecture of Recognition', which can help the little undead and little demons quickly familiarize themselves with the various race tokens, and distinguish the corresponding race branches and functions of each card." Allen said slowly , the eyes of inquiry fell on the undead, "You don't know the abyss token of the undead."

Eli: 【I...】

Allen: "...have you played truant since elementary school?"

Eli: […]

Not without!