book of old days

Chapter 207 Brave Friends

After dinner at night, Sean came to the dungeon again.

He arranged for four dwarves to guard Oroin's ball in shifts, but to be honest, he was not very sure.

Although this Oroin Ball has not cast any magic until now, and it seems to be completely harmless, it is not difficult to see from the fact that it takes six people to barely summon it into the world. The strength is afraid that it is far beyond any enemy he has faced before.

But there is no way, at present, he only has this kind of power available.

At least in case that thing really wants to go berserk, the dwarves can give an early warning.

The other four goblins were brought into the dungeon by him to protect the summons tonight.

He has already modified the new summoning spell, and Sean doesn't intend to waste too much time, so he can solve it quickly.

"Hehehe, you still have the mind to continue the summoning ceremony, don't you know when the disaster is imminent?"

As soon as the voice rang out, one didn't need to look to know it was Alhaz.

"Why, what's your opinion?"

"That mage ball, it's obviously greedy for your body, it will devour you sooner or later, aren't you cautious? You actually did such a reckless behavior, tsk tsk tsk, or are you just talking, In fact, you are as crazy as I am, no, you are more crazy than me."

"Of course I have my plan, so I won't worry about it for you."

"Are you referring to the Banishing Curse? I don't think that thing can be easily exiled. You even failed to exile a devil."

"That's because the hellhound interfered at the time, otherwise—wait a minute, how do you know about the devil?"

Sean looked at the mirror in his hand with some doubts, this guy didn't go to Nord with him.

"Hahaha, guess what." Alhaz said, and disappeared with a puff.

Hmph, self-proclaimed smart guy, Sean sneered, and didn't dwell too much on this issue. Alhaz couldn't pose any threat to him, so he could only beat the side drums in these mysterious ways to frighten him. That's all.

The best way to deal with him is to ignore him.

When he came to the dungeon, Sean stood on the summoning seat of Graham's magic circle, and summoned it by himself, using this small magic circle.

He took out the revised mantra, took a deep breath, and began to recite it.

"An ordinary thing from the world of Atlanta."

"Ordinary objects, wooden utensils, four-legged furniture, daily objects for sitting and resting."

"Use Graham's magic circle to open the door to another world."

"In my name, Sean Forrest."

"I summon you to come into this world."

His spell this time is very specific, and Sean is very confident that the risk this time should be the lowest of all previous summons. His thinking is very clear. It cannot be said that summoning is completely useless, but it is best not to be too useful. Then stools and chairs are very suitable.

Anyway, he was going to use it to refine the magic liquid, so he didn't need any special functions.

A space rift slowly opened in the air, the light dissipated, and a chair appeared on the summoning circle.

This is a very gorgeous-looking recliner, made of seamless mahogany with decorative patterns carved on it. It looks very stylish and makes people want to sit on it and take a rest.

But Sean wasn't fooled by the superficial ordinariness.

"Whose turn is it?" Sean looked at the dwarves, who immediately pointed to NO.11.

"Okay, it's just you." Sean pointed to the chair, motioning for it to sit on.

NO.11 sat on it very obediently, and immediately showed a very comfortable expression. It adjusted its posture, and the expression looked abnormally enjoyable, and even closed its eyes slightly.

"Hey, don't sleep yet, how do you feel? Does this chair do anything?"

NO.11 showed a big smile (so comfortable, so comfortable).

The smile was so bright that it made Sean feel a little suspicious—is it that exaggerated?
"Get up, let me try."

NO.11 showed a hesitant expression after hearing this, struggling on his face, as if he didn't want to stand up.

Sean was a little surprised. He knew that dwarves were always very obedient, and it was hard to see things like disobeying orders.

Is it really so comfortable to resist for a chair?
He picked up No. [-] and sat on it.

Immediately, an inexplicable feeling of relaxation spread throughout his body instantly. He felt extremely relaxed physically and mentally. At this time, the dark dungeon around him seemed to be coated with a layer of warm colors, and the light from the torches also became brighter. so warm.

Sean let out a long breath, and his whole body collapsed on the recliner, as if after working around for half his life, he finally had the opportunity to sit down and have a good rest.

He just sat on the chair like this, wanting to sit forever, so he closed his eyes unconsciously, wanting to take a nap.

However, when he opened his eyes, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. The light of the torches had dimmed a lot. He looked up and saw that those torches were about to go out.

He took out his pocket watch and looked at it. It was almost nine o'clock, and he actually sat on it for three full hours.Sean was taken aback and hurriedly sat up from the chair.

This chair is a bit weird. Although it is really comfortable and relaxing to sit on, it doesn’t feel like it’s very useful.

Sean didn't hesitate, and condensed a bright battle ax to chop it into pieces in twos and threes.

He looked at the fragments on the ground with some regret, and waved his hand to signal the dwarf to send these fragments to the smelting room.

But such a few fragments are not enough, Sean is going to summon it three or four times to refine its 1000ml magic liquid.

Standing in front of the summoning circle again, Sean felt surprisingly energetic.

"An ordinary thing from the world of Atlanta."

"Ordinary objects, wooden utensils, four-legged furniture, daily objects for sitting and resting."

"Use Graham's magic circle to open the door to another world."

"In my name, Sean Forrest."

"I summon you to come into this world."

The rift opened and the light dissipated. This time, the chair summoned by Sean was still a chair, but the shape was a little weird. It seemed to be made of a whole piece of tree roots. No, it was not so much made, but Rather, the trees grow into the shape of chairs.

The crooked tree branches form a twisted shape of the chair, with just the right recess for a person to sit on.

This thing looks kind of weird.

"No. 12, you go!"

NO.12 walked over and sat down on the chair. There was no reaction at first, but after only a few seconds, the chair suddenly started to squirm, and NO.12 was startled. It wanted to stand up, but found its butt All of a sudden, it was glued to the chair, as if it had grown into one with the chair. Its clothes, skin and flesh had all turned into dark red juice, seeping into the back of the chair and the cushion. NO.12 screamed and struggled desperately. Tried to leave the chair, but to no avail, half of its body had already merged with the chair in the blink of an eye.

Sean couldn't do anything to rescue him, and watched as NO.12 was completely absorbed by the chair.

The chair quickly calmed down again, and the wriggling branches returned to their original shape, but the chair looked a lot bigger than before.

Sean felt chills when he saw it. Sure enough, danger is everywhere, even if it’s just a chair—fortunately, there are these brave little friends exploring the way ahead.

If he sat up first, the consequences would be unimaginable, and he really didn't have much confidence in getting out of the scene just now.

He mourned for NO.12 for five seconds, then picked up an ax and split the chair into pieces.

Let's take a piece back and practice it.

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(End of this chapter)