Chapter 514: dialogue

The space of this ruin is much more than Sheikh imagined. Shear has spent a whole day in the ruins but has not found any signs of export.
Don't say it's exported... She didn't even find a light source in the ruins, but she met a lot of dangerous monsters.
This also caused Sheer's injuries in the battle to become more serious, and even the original spar used for lighting was exhausted.
What is currently guiding her forward is the faint glow of the Frost Spirit.
There is still a bad news, and Sheyle’s magic is about to bottom out.
The Frost Spirit, which has been surrounded by Shear, suddenly flew forward and landed in a position not far ahead.
"Chair? Why are there chairs here?"
Sheyle dragged her tired body slowly to the broken bench, and the light from the Frost Spirit allowed her to see only one meter.
"Who used to live here."
Sheil's hand touched the bench, which was heavily contaminated with dust, and the material she built had never been seen by Shear.
The Frost Spirit floats to the other side, which looks like a bookshelf.
"No, these books are being eroded too much... and so on."
Sheyle directed the Frost Spirit to float to another corner, where she saw a cube-shaped creation that seemed to be a metal box.
"Treasure Box?"
Shear suddenly remembered the bridge that would appear when he read some adventure stories in the ‘no moving library’.
But the surface of this treasure chest is very smooth, completely without any gold and silver jewelry decoration, and is still made of a metal that has never been seen before.
Sheyle saw this metal... This metal is everywhere in the remains of Nolan.
She groped around the metal box, and the metal box in the next second made a strange noise, and then split into two layers from the middle.
"Cold air!?"
At this moment, Shelil felt a cold scent in the metal box, which was accompanied by air-cooling. Presented in Shel, there are twelve round metal bottles, which contain a golden medicine.
These pharmacies are the reason why she will come to this ruin.
"It doesn't make sense to find a treasure belt without going back..."
Sheyle picked up one of the bottles and then found a corner to sit down.
She felt the pain in her bones all over her body.
The Spirit of Frost and Frost drifted to the position of Sheyle's left leg.
"Is the blood stopped?" Sheyle looked at the bandage bandaged on her left leg. She suffered a lot of injuries during the battle, the most serious of which was the wound on her left leg.
It took her half a day to walk aimlessly through the underground ruins, and she was almost exhausting all her physical strength.
"You want me to take a break here? If you are sleepy, then sleep."
After Shear gave a rest command to the Frost Spirit, the light that surrounds her gradually dimmed and disappeared.
It wasn’t long before she was completely swallowed up by the darkness that was ushered in all directions.
Sheyle grabbed his forehead, and the mental impact of the monsters did not completely subside, but it was not so serious. At best, she was very depressed.
As long as the normal human beings are in this dark environment for a long time, and they are seriously injured and endured with hunger and loneliness, they will be very lost.
Although Shearer would create the magic of the flame, she did not dare to ignite the bonfire while resting.
The bonfire doesn't know what kind of horrible monsters will attract.
Pain and tiredness swept over Sheyle. She searched for the items she carried and suddenly remembered that the items such as grain and the original spar were carried.
Trouble.
Shearer can already feel that her consciousness is getting more and more blurred, but now it is not when she sleeps, she needs to insist that the spirit of the frost will wake up before she can rest.
It is necessary to divert attention.
Sheyle waved the interface of the Magic Net, but when she was ready to land on the Caster Forum, Shelzel subconsciously chose the newsletter.
‘Is it? ’
Sheyle sent a message to the fire-breathing man waiting quietly for his reply.
‘Of course, so what happened this time? ’
Sheer looked at the reply given by the person who passed the fire, and the feeling of inner loss was instantly dispelled.
But the pain in the wound still reminds Sheel how bad his body is.
Maybe you are going to die here?
This somewhat desperate thought emerged from Sheer's mind. She found a twenty-five-hour exit and found nothing.
I don’t know how far it is from the ground. In her state, no one can hear it even if she is calling for help.
With this kind of desperate thought, Sheyle made a sinister request to the firefighters on the newsletter.
‘Can you communicate with me? ’
Sheyle decided to figure out the identity of the person who passed the fire before dying, starting with the sound first.
'you sure? ’
'determine. ’
After sending this message, Sheyle received a request for a voice communication from the person who passed the fire.
She was slightly hesitant when she saw the request, but she clicked the button of ‘Agree’ with her hand full of scars.
When the voice communication was turned on, the two sides ushered in silence that was close to five seconds.
"Don't you say something?"
Sheil, who had been huddled in the dark for a long time, had a warm feeling in her heart after hearing the sound of the ear.
"Your voice is not the same as I imagined." Sheyle replied after a brief thought.
"What do you think of it? Is it like a roar of a sinful demon?"
Shearer finally smiled with a smile on the tight face of this sentence.
"But your voice is almost the same as I expected, very British."
"is it?"
Shear suddenly realized that his laughter might have been heard by the other party, and then immediately restored a cold expression.
The newsletter has therefore fallen into a long silence, this time breaking the silence is the person who passed the fire.
"Have you eaten lunch?"
"Why do you ask about this question?"
Sheyle glared at her abdomen. She hadn't eaten anything for a whole day. If she was a native of the frosty country, she might have grilled the giant worms on the ground.
But unfortunately, she did not know how to remove the venom from the worm's epidermis.
"Oh... people in my country will ask this question when there is no topic to talk about, and the weather is very good today. By the way, I am eating the honey sauce from Nolan!"
This guy is deliberate, right?
Sheyle snorted, even if her temper was no better, there was an impulse to punch the fire.
"Speaking of your voice, it sounds very weak. Is there anything I can do to help?"
Suddenly the man who passed the fire made Shear’s tight fists slowly loosen. She opened her mouth several times and wanted to tell her about her current situation, or cry like a little girl. 'Come to save me'.
But Sheyle understands... The person who talks to her is Nolan, who is thousands of miles away. Even if she asks for help from her, she can't come here.
"No," Sheyle whispered.