HP Dark Lord save the world

Chapter 139 Coach, I want to learn this

Patty fell asleep in a daze, feeling that she was carried on a broad shoulder, calm and reliable, as if she was back on her father's back.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep...it's okay..." A low and gentle female voice rang in her ears, ethereal and ethereal, reminding her of the song of the sea monster that grandma once said.

Will it sound like this?If this is the case, it does not seem strange that those crew members were lured into hitting the reef.

sleep...

Patty's long-stretched mind relaxed little by little, and fell into a dreamless sleep.

Itana walked beside Muir, who carried the woman he had just rescued on his back, and the two walked in the lavender fluorescent forest.

Davis and Tom were not with her, they were going to the dungeon where the others were being held.

And Itana is responsible for sending the woman who has just been rescued from the execution ground to the place agreed with Turan and the others.

Due to time constraints, several people had no choice but to split up.

"This kind of plant is still very beautiful. When we go back, should we bring some seeds outside the ruins?"

"Hey, forget it, biological invasion will be troublesome then."

"Why do you think Danlin came to this place? Besides, did they encounter illusions like us?"

"Illusion, tsk, it's unbelievable that such a real place is actually an illusion..."

But Muir didn't say much. After merging with Itana's memory, he gradually formed his own personality over time. Compared with Itana, he seemed much quieter. He only thought about many things in his heart, never Say it.

However, this is no different to Itana. When the consciousness is connected, thinking in her heart is equivalent to saying it directly.

But at the moment, his heart is quite active.

"Can you take it back without seeing anything?"

"Keep your voice down, watch your way, lest you don't know if you are caught up!"

"It won't take long to hide the matter of people being dropped. It is estimated that someone will start a blanket search soon. If you can't get to the meeting point by then, let's cool off on the spot."

This style of complaining is almost in line with Itana.

"Don't say anything, just scold me in your heart, don't think I can't hear you."

Muir was hehe in his heart, but his mouth was tightly closed, and he didn't say a word.

The two came and went between each other, and arrived at the scheduled meeting place with Turan and the others.

Seeing that Muir was carrying someone on his back, several people surrounded him and helped him put the person on his back down.

"Only the two of you?" The veiled woman became suspicious again.

"They went to the dungeon to save others, and this one was saved from the execution ground," Itana explained.

"Execution ground..." Flora immediately thought of the two people who were going to be executed today.

"Is only one rescued?" She looked at the woman's hair, "This is Patty, where's Liv?"

"She died, committed suicide." Itana didn't hide it.

"Suicide..." Flora muttered to herself.

"Liv is a real magician, just like us." Flora raised her face, as if she was looking at the moon in the sky, "It's a pity that she couldn't wait for the people from the religious order to come. "

"Unlock her shackles. Although it is a device used to suppress the circulation of magic power, ordinary people will have sequelae after wearing it for a long time."

The woman with a tulle face came to Patty's side, and just when Itana thought she was going to use some magical means to break the shackles, she took out two wires.

It's just a very ordinary iron wire, without a trace of magic flowing on it.

After a while, the shackles on Patty's hands and feet were all released, which took less than a minute.

Itana stared blankly.

"Well, hello, can I ask you how to have them open the shackles?"

Itana immediately leaned over excitedly.

"You can just call me Vera." Vera was overwhelmed by the eager eyes, and changed the subject uncomfortably, "Should we send someone over to meet the two of them? Although the bishop is an ordinary person, there should be a few traitors by his side."

Traitors refer to those wizards who choose to stand on the side of the church for various reasons. No matter what, they also have magic. Some wizards' methods against ordinary people do not work for them.

"It's okay, even if they can't beat them, they can still run." Itana was quite confident about this.

"OK then."

Vera didn't say any more, after all, she just wanted to change the topic from the beginning, and these people were just acquainted with her, so she wasn't so concerned about their safety.

All she cares about is whether those locked up can be saved, and whether the tasks assigned by the religious group can be completed.

"Then teach me before they come back." Itana is not a forgetful person either, if the other party shifts the topic away, she can turn it back.

Anyway, being idle is idle, and learning one more skill won't hinder anything.

I just don't know if the things learned in the illusion can be effective in the real world.

Hey wait, what is this illusion built on?

If only relying on memory, then what logic do these people operate according to their thinking and behavior?
Is it the memory master's impression and knowledge reserve of them?

Or randomly generated?

Or is it manipulative by the person who created the illusion for them?
Thinking of this, Itana became more eager to be taught how to pick the lock.

Vera couldn't take it anymore, so she finally let go and agreed to teach her.

"Thank you Ms. Vera!"

Vera picked up the shackles that had just been removed and re-locked them, and then took the iron wire with her hands to teach Itana how to control the angle and strength.

Beside the flame, the girl listened intently, asking her own questions from time to time.The attitude has never been more serious.

She wasn't joking, and she didn't mean to look down on her, which made Vera feel a little good.

That's right, I'm quite technical, and a clumsy guy can't learn it.

Vera was secretly happy.

The others were treating the wounds of the unconscious Patty, and looked at them from time to time, their expressions slowing down.

"Ugh..."

When she took off the blood-stained clothes on her body, because the cloth was connected with the scabbed flesh, Patty trembled all over in a coma, as if returning to the dark underground prison again.

Tears rolled down her eyes.

Itana stopped the movement of her hands, looked at Patty who was lying on the straw mat next to her, and hummed a light and soft melody in her mouth.

Patty, who was in a coma, felt that she heard the song of the siren again. The pain seemed to gradually leave her body, and her breathing became longer and longer.

(End of this chapter)