"Are you okay?"

A few steps before entering the hotel, Sylvia tilted her head to look at Lan beside her, meaning it was obvious that when they got here, it was time for them to part ways.

It's a pity that Lan didn't think so, "I really have nothing to do, can I follow you first?"

"No!" Sylvia refused mercilessly, causing Barlow, who had thought she would hesitate to come forward, to give her another look.

Sylvia was very clear in her heart that she and Barlow came here in hiding, and it is best not to have deep friendships with others except each other.

Even the elf who swore oath is worse than one thing less, not to mention that she has always been a little bit insufferable.

Although his personality fits her temperament, Sylvia is not a real child and does things according to her liking.

"Oh." Surprisingly, Lan didn't get too entangled, but after a simple answer, she continued to take two steps forward.

Then, under Sylvia's suspicious gaze, he turned to look at the two of them, and whispered in a voice that only the three of them could hear, "But that necromancer has left a mark on us, if we separate , I'm fine with Barlow, Sylvia, you're in danger~"

Sylvia: "..."

Looking at Lan's current appearance, it doesn't matter if she looks ugly, the key is that the big word "bad" is written on her face, and Sylvia knows that this elf is not stupid and sweet, and there are still other things to do. What about her.

in a hotel room.

The three of Sylvia sat in a triangle shape. Barlow checked and found a trace of death on him and Sylvia. I don't know when they were contaminated.

This discovery also made Barlow's face not very good-looking. He has not dealt with necromancers, and has limited understanding of their methods, but he has also heard of the difficulties of necromancers.

Somehow they got on with the mage and became their target.

But now they are in the light, the mage is in the dark...

Moreover, the two of them are now in the realm of the dark church. They cannot use the power of light openly and aboveboard, otherwise the light will have a certain restraint on death. The purer the power, the greater the restraint.

Barlow looked at Lan who was holding his chin and looked at them with interest. His eyes flickered for a while. Even he couldn't bear this face. "What do you want to do?"

Lan's originally small mung bean eyes completely turned into a slit, "Look at you guys, it's not difficult to get rid of this breath of death, I can get rid of it in five or six days."

"But that guy must know that we have entered Lake City, and he should also move. You know, sometimes it is not difficult for a necromancer to slaughter a city."

Lan's words made Sylvia bite her lip, "My brother and I have never met a necromancer. Could it be that he is going to slaughter the city because of what happened before?"

Lan Tan spread his hands, "Who knows, I just came out not long ago, I heard from the elders of the clan, don't think of a necromancer with normal people's thinking."

"Isn't there a Necromancer who slaughtered a city just for a bowl of wine?"

Lan's example made Sylvia's brows twitch fiercely. What kind of pervert is this? It would be too miserable to be targeted by such a person.

Does anyone else have the physique to attract perverts?

Otherwise, how can you get into such a trouble so well?

While Sylvia was frowning and thinking, Barlow suddenly said, "Your hot water is ready, go and rest first, we will find a solution for these things."

Obviously he heard footsteps coming over. Sylvia took a deep look at the serious Barlow, and then at Lan, who had an unclear smile, and nodded, "Okay, then I'll go first, call me if you have something."

This room is Lan's, Sylvia and Barlow's are next door.

Barlow asked for a large room with two beds in order to better protect Sylvia.

Soon, when Sylvia closed the door, a dagger suddenly appeared on Lan's neck, and the owner of the dagger was naturally Barlow.

"My skin is very tender, don't shake your hands."

Even an elves have a fatal point. If their necks are cut, they will be seriously injured even if they don't die.

But Barlow was not in the mood to joke with Lan. His right hand held a dagger against Lan's neck, and his left hand was not free. Another small dagger that appeared out of nowhere pressed against Lan's heart from behind.

Barlow obviously also hides his strength. Even if he doesn't use the power of light, his force value is not low. At least from this one hand, it can be seen that he is a proper dual-sword flow.

"Don't talk nonsense, who are you?"

Barlow had a strong murderous aura all over his body, and the key point was his eyes, telling everyone that the amount of blood on his hands was absolutely terrifying. If ordinary people saw it, just this look would scare them away from moving.

Lan was still very calm, "I'm Lan, have you lost your memory?"

hiss--

Immediately, Lan exhaled softly, and there was a bloodstain on his neck, and the fragrant blood slid down little by little. The elves are indeed the race loved by the gods, and even the blood is not ordinary.

Lan frowned, and unhappily touched her neck with her hand, not caring at all about Barlow's dagger threat, "I said don't shake your hands, I hate getting hurt the most!"

Then he wiped it with his hand, and the small wound disappeared under the green light.

"Don't worry, I made an oath to my mother."

Lan then put her fingers against the dagger around his neck and moved it away little by little.

"I'm just too bored, my gut tells me that interesting things will happen with you guys, and you're too careful."

"So, aren't they just ordinary brothers and sisters?"

Barlow frowned and glanced at Lan. Although the elves were few in number, he only glanced at them occasionally and didn't have deep friendships, but he still knew some things about this race.

What doesn't like killing, is arrogant, disdains to lie, etc., but what is the fit of this elf in front of him?

"You know that necromancer?" Barlow continued to ask.

Both he and Sylvia were disguised. Sylvia used to be an ordinary child, and it was impossible for him to be discovered. The most likely possibility to attract a necromancer is this elf.

Lan shook his head slightly, frowning in disgust, "I don't know, but I can guess who he is."

In fact, there are not many necromancers, and everyone has different personalities and hobbies. If you are someone who understands this aspect, it is not difficult to judge.

At that time, Lan found a coincidence when he caught those sneak attacking people. Those people were not very old, and the biggest estimate was no more than fifteen years old.

After confirming that it was a necromancer later, Lan had a guess.

"That one, the death of roses, have you heard of it?"

As soon as these four words came out, Barlow's hand holding the dagger tightened a bit, and his murderous aura became even colder.

The Death of the Rose is the title given to him by the world, because this man likes the corpses of young boys and girls to the point of madness. He once took a risk to fancy a royal princess, stole it and killed it and made a specimen, and was ordered by the entire royal family to chase after him. kill.

However, compared to other necromancers, this one's killing record is relatively small, and he has not launched a large-scale war.

"You mean he has a crush on Sylvia?"

Barlow was puzzled, Sylvia's current appearance was just above average, and that Rose's Sorrow's vision was very high.

Lan smiled mysteriously, "Necromancer, it's not just about looks, cute little Sylvia, maybe she has a beautiful soul."

Barlow was silent, soul...

Sylvia's soul, maybe it's really... After all, it's a child loved by the God of Light.

Sadness of the Rose.

Thinking of another guy who likes boys and girls, Barlow just felt that he couldn't control the power in his body. It would be better for such a person to die early.

He glanced at Lan, who was quite watching the fun and didn't think it was a big deal, and said word by word, "I, want, him, die!"

Lan smiled softly, "Okay~"

As long as you don't let it go!

[God is a little angry because of his injury, side quest: Bennett's Hate difficulty level +1]

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