Vol 2 Chapter 1748: Restful night

Chapter 1748 Resting Night
In the darkness of the old world, the resting place is still as calm as ever.
In the burial grave, a melodious music is coming from a small shop with bright lights.
Under the cloth of the shop, you can see a pair of legs leaning against the seat, slender and white, with a well-defined jade foot, and the nails are tender and soft.
When the music of the serenade was played to the end, the outside world suddenly had some movement.
In the messy tombstone, there is a stone cover of a coffin, which is pushed away by one hand. In the shackles, the tomb knight in armor woke up from the coffin.
Although sleeping in the coffin, the armor of the grave knight did not have a trace of dust. The armor was still very shiny because of the battle before death, but it was still very bright, and it could even reflect the moonlight of the sky in the sky.
The grave knight walked to the door of the only bright shop, half a squat on the ground, respectfully said: "The owner."
"Come in." After a long time, a female voice came from behind the cloth. Her voice was very elegant and lazy, and there was a charm that was gender-neutral. With a hint of mystery, people unconsciously want to explore.
The tomb knight opened the block and immediately revealed the face of the inner legs of the master.
Big waves of curly hair, slender eyes, slightly thick lips, and a bright red hair on the lips. The appearance is not very beautiful, but it is very consistent with her temperament, full of and mysterious.
"The shopkeeper, I perceive the vibration of the surface in the distance, and without any hesitation, come to the rest of the land. I think, there should be a guest." The grave knight walked into the small shop, half a squat on the ground, he In front of it is the small and mellow beauty; even if the grave knight has been dead for many years, but looking at the scenery in front of it, there are still some dazzling fans.
The tomb knight waited for a long time and did not get a response. He looked up in confusion.
But seeing the owner is like playing with the ring on the little finger, the shape of the ring is a snake bite, he knows that the name of this ring is - Ukrainian Poros, is the owner's favorite treasure. Once, a guest who saw the desire to exchange was rejected by the owner. Over the years, as long as the guest paid the corresponding price, the owner would not basically refuse the other party’s transaction, but that time was a rare rejection. From this, you can see the owner's love for the ring.
The grave knight remembers that this ring seems to be a human exchange to the owner.
The grave knight noticed that the reason why the store owner did not respond was because she was playing with the ring while looking at a certain direction and seemed to be looking at something.
The grave knight worried that the owner was thinking about something big, and originally planned to continue to ask, but now the atmosphere is afraid to come out.
This silence has been maintained until... music changes.
The beautiful serenade suddenly changed, and the exhilarating voice shook the eardrum, as if a sunny day hit a sly, the beautiful night began to blast.
This is a symphony. The sound comes from a unique crystal harp on the table. Like the Ukrainian Poros, it is the human being exchanged with the owner.
In this passionate symphony, Balalaika finally returned to God. She reached out and stroked the crystal harp, and the music immediately stopped.
Balalaika turned off the music box, picked up the pipe on the small shelf, took a deep breath, and swallowed the clouds and swallowed the wind, "What did you say?"
The grave knight quickly repeated the previous words.

Are there guests?
Balalaika blinked and looked in a certain direction. When he saw the visitors, his eyes became darker:
I know.

"The shop owner, do you need me to meet?" asked the grave knight.
"No, an acquaintance." After that, Balaracta stood up and let out the seat that would be given to the guest. He went to the other side of the table, took out two wine glasses from the counter below, and filled it with a bright red liquid. Wine bottle.
Balalaika squatted and looked at the tune.
The grave knight has been following Balalaika for a long time, so he is very clear that her mood is rising at this time. Even if you ask something, as long as it is not sensitive, you won't care.
"The shop owner, what did you see?" The grave knight couldn't help but ask.
Balalaika had a good wine, and the beautiful eyes glanced at the grave knight and smiled. "I just felt a familiar wave and made me feel a little."
Familiar with fluctuations? The grave knight did not understand the meaning of Balalaika.

Is it a former guest?

Balalaika shook his head: "No, it used to be a lord-level existence, but later it seems to be a guest's favorite."
The lord level exists? This can even be comparable to some devils, actually become the devil of a guest?
Who is it? The grave knight feels a little confused.
When the grave knight hesitated to ask, a clear male voice came from outside: "If you say Toby to Angel's devil, I think Angel will be very angry, because in his opinion, He and Toby are the best partners."
The grave knight turned his head in disbelief and saw a young man coming in from the outside.
Prior to this, the grave knight did not feel anyone behind him! It wasn't until he turned his head that he heard the footsteps of the young man, the same frequency he had heard in the coffin before, that is, the young man was the guest.
However, he could hear the other party's voice just now, but when he entered the resting place, he did not find it. This is obviously illogical, unless the man's strength has reached a very strong level. He has previously sounded, just to inform He, he is coming.
When the young man passed by the grave knight, he nodded slightly to him and then sat across from Balaika.
"The witch of recovery, I haven't seen it for a long time."
Balalaika smiled lightly, handed the already good wine to the other party, and then looked at his face: "Since you have changed your body, why bother with this face, you are not worried about the flameless Lord coming to you. Is it trouble?"
After a pause, Balalaika took a sip of the wine and called out the name of the person with a slight voice: "Olusia."
Orussia, a descendant of the once flameless Lord.
Oulsia: "I am used to this face in the mirror. I have changed some things, so I changed it. And I don't worry about being found by the Flameless Lord. After all, He is now... I don’t care."
Balalaika thought for a moment and thought that Orussia was right. The true spirit of the flameless Lord is degraded, and the real body flees. Even the real name is casually talked about without revenge. In this case, it is indeed impossible to come to the trouble of Olusia. After all, Orussia now even once The blood of the descendants of the demon gods has been abandoned.
"Although there is no physical body in the past, your strength does not seem to be affected."
"I always thought that I was dependent on the blood, but now I think, the blood may have smashed my future. At least I am living very free now, and I should thank Angel." Olusia smiled.
When I heard the familiar name, Balaika’s mood was hard to be sunny, and I immediately asked Olusia’s intentions.
"When you come over this time, shouldn't you tell me old?"
Olusia nodded and converges his expression, solemnly saying: "I have something to ask."
"what's up?"
"About...Askard."
(End of this chapter)