Chapter 1597: Achilles

The red sun is skewed and falls early in the evening.
The breeze floats in the yard, wiping hair.
I crossed my legs and sat in the yard full of tender grass. While sniffing the fragrance of the tender grass, I flipped a hardcover book on my knees.
In the book of pictures, there are lifelike ink paintings portrayed by magic. In the painting, an earthy-yellow python, with its huge mouth open, shows a pair of sharp fangs, staring at it.
After a while, it closed its huge mouth again, and a pair of red eyes were still staring ahead, with fierce and gloomy eyes, as if it could reveal the drawing paper directly at its mind.
In the blank space on the right side of the picture, there are hundreds of beautiful small characters, sorted from top to bottom, describing the general characteristics of the yellow python.
"Sand Python" I chanted every word softly and tried to memorize them: "The monsters on the 22nd floor of the dungeon are all five to seven meters long. They are all yellowish yellow, with a layer of sandy shell attached to the outside. It's harder, the skin inside the carapace is khaki, with mucus attached to the skin, which is smoother and difficult to catch. Its fangs are poisonous and strong toxins. Once injected, it can be deadly within five minutes, but it can be purified. It is recommended that the priest in the team No less than one person."
"It turns out that the toxins of the sand pythons can also be purified. Compared with the rotten puppets, they are simply weak."
Thinking back to me the last time I was almost killed by the toxin of the rotten flesh puppet, my face was palpitating.
"The characteristics of the sand python are different when it launches different attacks. Before the poisonous attack, the sand python will tilt its head back. Before the fangs attack, the sand python will press its head down. The python will step back half a meter..."
"Really detailed," I murmured.
While comparing the dynamic picture and reading the text next to it, I got a rough idea of ​​the monster like sand python.
At this moment, there was a sound of sliding doors behind him. Looking back, it was Emily.
Like a god, she walked in with a calm face, and slowly sat down beside me, with her legs close together on one side, and her soft body leaning against my left arm. After that, she sighed lightly with a tired face. , His eyes were placed on the pictures of sand pythons that were repeating the same actions, watching quietly.
"How many games did you play with Achilles?" I asked.
"Two games" Emily said softly.
"Is he good?" I asked again.
"Yeah" Emily responded, sighed softly, and said, "I lost both games."
"Normal" I comforted: "Although you are one of the strongest among the younger generation, Achilles is the servant of the legendary hero, one of the strongest in that period, and the strength is equivalent to the current national power. How could you be defeated by a yellow-haired girl like you."
"I'm older than you" Emily said lightly.
"Yes, you are older than me, only a few months older." I chuckled and said, "In fact, it's not bad."
She didn't talk any more, she still quietly pillowed my shoulders, her beautiful eyes, which had been staring at the picture, slowly closed.
"Tired" I said.
She snorted seemingly, and soon there was a soft snoring sound.
Staring at the beautiful girl who was sleeping quietly because of fatigue, I smiled, turned my head, and continued to watch the album, but the action of turning the book became softer.
Evening is here and the evening breeze is blowing.
Moonlight City is very warm during the day, but after dusk, it is slightly cool.
I was afraid that Emily would catch the cold, so I picked her up gently and walked back to the back room.
In the hall, the men sat on the sofa and talked, and the women huddled together.
In the kitchen, the sound of ping-pong shovel and iron pan was constantly heard. This sound was very special, crisp, and rhythmic. It was the boss's wife who was in charge.
When Kagali saw me hugging Emily, she had a slight envy in her eyes. She didn't envy Emily, but envy me—she wanted to hug her goddess like me.
Gently put Emily on the sofa, took another blanket, and covered her, only then returned to the yard and picked up the scattered pictures and texts.
After reading it, Yura felt a little painful and a bit savory, and said, "Really, how can such an important book be littered casually."
I did not say a word, curled my mouth, holding the book, sitting on the sofa, and continued reading.
Yula leaned over, took a few glances, and asked, "Aren't you really going to brush sand pythons?"
"Yeah, if you don't brush, why should I watch it?"
"Although the sand python is of the same level as the sand scorpion, the two are not the same." Yura said: "The sand python's carapace is much tougher than the sand scorpion, and there is a layer of mucus attached to the dermis under its shell. It's very smooth, and many swords and other sharp objects don't use it."
"I don't plan to go alone" I turned to her and said, "And, isn't there a magician like you, you can attack it with magic, no matter how powerful the slime is, it will never be the opponent of magic."
"Well, what you said is quite right." Yula nodded, then shook his head again, and said, "But it's not absolute. Its sandstone shell has a certain buffer for magic, and it needs a physical attack to destroy it."
"I have physical attacks." I pointed to my nose and said: "At that time, you only need to be responsible for magic attacks. As for protection, you have to rely on Godot."
"Huh?" Godot raised his eyelids, looked at me with an ambiguous expression, and said, "Captain, what's the matter?"
"No, no" I shook my head repeatedly.
"I seem to hear you just calling my name?" Godot still didn't give up, said.
"You got it wrong, yes, you must have heard hallucinations" I said: "It seems that you have been very hard recently. After eating, please rest early."
Godot scratched his chin with a suspicious look. Billy lying on his lap, with a frustrated expression, shouted: "Xiaoyi, what do you mean, why did Godot work hard?"
I glanced at him, grinned, and said, "I'm sorry, I made a mistake. You should have worked hard."
Billy got up, calling out to die with me.
Godot stopped Billy with an amorous look.
Since the last time Achilles was hospitalized with water and soil discomfort due to eating fish, I have always felt guilty and embarrassed to see him.
Today is the fourth day I return to Moonlight City, but I still can't make up my mind to meet him.
Hey, I'm all to blame. I asked him to eat some white fish, causing him to lie in the hospital for several days, vomiting and diarrhea, and this is not the reason why I am most embarrassed to see him.
The real reason I am most embarrassed to see him is that one of his dignified heroes has not only vomited up and down but also couldn't move due to food poisoning in the past few days.
Although the elf nurse is used to cleaning up the filth, bathing and changing clothes, this does not mean that the heroic attendant Achilles has the consciousness of being served. He has always shown the image of a tough guy. This is good, not only ugly. After all, even the body was watched by many elf nurses.
The most frightening thing is that they have to be touched by these nurses.
Achilles was so embarrassed that he wanted to die several times.
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