MTL - After Being Fancied by a Necromancer-Chapter 5

I can't play this song without 20 years of listening experience.

Before Cyril could protest with the system, he found that the scene in front of him was different from when he first arrived.

Many creatures appeared in the fluorescent meadow, including the most common gray rabbit, elk with long horns, and several birds similar to small sparrows.

It's just that these creatures seem to be asleep, motionless.

The white pom-poms of the fluorescent grass were now flashing with silver blue light.

The next moment, those white pompoms were like dandelions being blown off, scattered and fell on those creatures.

Cyril saw the next scene, his pupils slightly opened, and a cool air climbed up his back.

It was as if a block of ice had slipped into his stomach.

The white pom-poms are rapidly devouring immobile creatures, consuming their flesh.

The bright red blood slowly flowed from the small animals to the ground, and was instantly absorbed by the roots of the fluorescent grass.

In the end, these creatures only left a pile of bones, but the bones soon disappeared into fine powder.

Cyril stared blankly as the seemingly harmless fluorescent grasses quickly finished a batch of food, and then grew a cute and cute white pom-pom again.

Under the quiet night, it seemed that nothing happened.

A skilled craftsman who destroys corpses.

This is terrifying.

Cyril stiffened.

[Calm down! Calm down! They can only devour creatures whose consciousness is lost. After all, it is only a dangerous level 10 plant. 】

The sound of the system is very calm.

[The element concentration here is very high, which is naturally attractive to small creatures. However, if they stay here for a long time, their consciousness will involuntarily dissipate, and eventually they will become the ration of fluorescent grass. 】

The system explained in detail.

[But for you, this problem does not exist! I will always wake you up before the tipping point! 】

Cyril: happy.jpg

[Speaking, do you feel more calm and energetic? 】

The system didn't care about his vivid expression and continued to ask.

Cyril nodded.

After some meditation, he did feel that his mind was more relaxed, the whole person seemed to have received sufficient rest, and the fatigue of traveling during the day had also dissipated.

[Really good! After your mental power exceeds 10, you can try to absorb the elements! 】

Cyril stayed in the foggy forest for three days and three nights, except for eating and walking out of the fluorescent grass to sleep, every time he was on the verge of losing consciousness, he was pulled by the system's earth-shattering melody back, so he also listened to all kinds of strange playlists in the system.

A suona music almost sent him away.

So much so that he still has lingering fears on the way back to the town.

After Cyril ran out of silver coins to buy food and entered the foggy moon forest again, he successfully raised his mental power to "9", but he also turned back into a poor boy with no money.

[Don't worry! Misty Moon Forest is a big treasure. You look for various plants, I can identify the uses of these plants and see if they can be used to make medicines. If it is possible, then the pharmacy will naturally accept it! 】

The system is full of confidence.

[Can't you directly detect the orientation of useful plants? ]

Cyril looked suspicious.

[It's just a novice system for the first time! How can you make such a request to people! You, bad bad! 】

[Speak! ]

[Oh, to be honest, I have too little energy to turn on this function. 】

The system is ineffective, Cyril sighs.

Cyril tried hard to identify and remember those strangely shaped plants.

Of course, he is very cautious not to do anything until the system gives the information.

It turned out that this was a very correct approach, allowing him to avoid a lot of harm.

For example, he encountered a plant called "Devil's White Lotus", which is a white lotus growing on land, with green leaves and large and beautiful petals. Endearing.

However—

[Name: Devil White Lotus

Danger Level: 16

Remarks: The irritable little girl who does not speak of martial arts, mouse tail juice. 】

Although Cyril didn't understand, it didn't hinder his intuition of danger, and he quickly took a few big steps back.

Then he saw this originally beautiful and melancholy flower suddenly reveal a hideous face.

Its stalks suddenly became thick and sturdy, and at the same time stretched to a full one meter, as if people were screaming angrily with their mouths open.

Blood.

Scared.

What a cruel white lotus...

Cyril made a note of what it looked like and made up his mind to stay away from it.

The most he collected was a plant called "Golden Letters".

The root of the golden letter is white, the inflorescence is plump, and the color shows a brilliant golden color.

In the systematic identification, the petals of this plant can be used to make soothing tea, which is a favorite of the nobles.

Cyril collected a bunch of plants, packed the cloth bag he dug out from the house, and left the foggy moon forest.

Early the next morning, Cyril found a trader who traveled daily to and from the larger nearby town of Philadelphia, as he remembered.

"Can you afford the fare? Mr. Lawrence."

The chubby trader Donald doesn't mind having an extra skinny boy in the carriage, provided, of course, the poor-looking boy can afford the fare.

Cyril is now penniless.

"I promise, sir! Once you go to Philadelphia to sell these materials, you will be paid for the ride on the way back!"

He gave Donald a gentle, harmless smile.

Perhaps the food has finally gotten a little better recently (upgraded from brown bread to ordinary quality white bread), although the boy is still thin and pale, at least it is not the one that looks like it will be blown away by the wind Shabby look.

His smile is also easy to let people off guard.

A lot of spirits up.

Cyril ripped open a corner of the bag slightly, allowing the trader to see the goods inside.

Donald looked at these golden letters with some surprise, after all, this is a famous product in the misty moon forest, such a big golden letter may only be harvested if you go deep into the misty moon forest .

The way he looked at Cyril changed slightly, it was not easy for a young man to brave the foggy moon forest and return safe and sound.

Donald's thoughts changed, and he dispelled the idea of ​​robbing Cyril while he was in the fire. He quickly thought in his mind whether to establish a long-term relationship with Cyril.

"As you wish, young sir. Perhaps you can wait until you return to Cowswood to give me the silver."

Donald smiled cheerfully, his bulging belly vibrating with laughter.

"For your first ride in my carriage, I only charge you 10 silver coins."

"If you need to travel between Codswood and Philadelphia for a long time, I can give you a little discount. I can even sell it directly for you."

Donald glanced at Cyril's bag again and added.

"Thank you for your kindness, I'll see you next time if I need to."

Cyril paused, and still wanted to go to Philadelphia to see the situation before making a decision.

Donald didn't say more, and the two got into the carriage. The coachman drove the carriage in the direction of Philadelphia.

Philadelphia is the closest big city to Codswood, and it is surrounded by 10 small towns like Codswood.

The lord of Philadelphia was the Earl of Abraham, a lord Cyril had heard of when he was in the church school.

Cyril looked out through the window of the carriage, and outside the window was a large stretch of grass on which a large herd of cattle and sheep perched.

You may think this scenery is good at first, but it will feel dull after a long time.

Today is cloudy and the sky is grey.

The closer you get to Philadelphia, the more frequent the dark clouds seem to gather, as if rushing to a meeting over Philadelphia.

A bad weather, Cyril thought to himself.

"Here, it's almost there."

Donald muttered, the businessman slept on the road, then reached out and rubbed his small eyes, and said, "It looks like another bad rainy day."

"I can take you to the intersection of Crescent Street, where you can find a suitable store to sell your goods."

Donald is a little proud of his sudden kindness. After all, for a businessman who pursues interests first, he should leave Cyril at the city gate.

Of course, there may be a reason for Cyril not paying the fare.

"Thank you."

Cyril nodded thanks.

Donald coughed and took out a pocket watch from his coat pocket.

The surface of this pocket watch is smooth and shiny, and a gold chain hangs naturally.

His fat fingers pressed lightly, only to hear a crisp sound of "pop" in the narrow space of the carriage.

The cover of the pocket watch was opened, revealing the white dial and black hands inside.

I have to say, at this time, his demeanor is like an arrogant gentleman.

"We'll be back at four in the afternoon."

Donald glanced at the dial, it was ten twenty in the morning.

They set off at 6:08 in the morning and took more than four hours to reach Philadelphia.

Cyril nodded calmly, and when he saw the exquisite pocket watch, he didn't show any envy and coveted look, but let Donald's show be empty.

In order to hide the embarrassment, the merchant pretended to organize the goods.

At this time, the carriage has entered the streets of Philadelphia. The streets are clean and tidy, and there are row upon row of shops on both sides.

Suddenly, Cyril's eyes were drawn to a carriage passing them from the side.

If that could even be called a "carriage".

The horses of the carriage were replaced by brass devices, the base of the carriage was also made of brass, and the gears, springs, bearings and other components were exposed, allowing people to intuitively feel the mechanical operation Rhythm and power.

He leaned on the window curiously to see the carriage that had already driven away, and white steam continued to emerge from the bottom of the carriage.

The speed of the modified carriage will at least double, Cyril estimated in his heart.

"It is rumored that it is the product of the research of the scholars of the 'Tower of Truth', and it was passed down from the capital."

Donald caught a glimpse of another good opportunity to demonstrate his wealth of knowledge, he explained: "It was used by the nobles in Philadelphia years ago. It was a status symbol."

Compared with ordinary carriages, it is really suitable for showing off.

But Cyril noticed the word "Tower of Truth", and he asked aloud.

Donald's expression became serious for a moment, he said with a serious face: "The 'Tower of Truth' is the most outstanding scholar organization in the mainland, I heard that there are several wizards in the 'Tower of Truth' as ​​honorary elders ."

Chewing the word wizard, Cyril mused.

He knew the existence of wizards in his original memory. It seems that more than a hundred years ago, there was a big war in this world. The wizards and the Knights of Light together resisted the invasion of foreign enemies. Both parties are known to the public.

The Knights of Light have entered the public eye, claiming to be the family of the Goddess of Light, they belong to the Knights of Light on weekdays, and have a good relationship with the church that believes in the Goddess of Light.

The Royal Capital also has the well-known Knights of Light Academy.

The wizards are followers of the legendary wizard Merlin, but they hid themselves after the war and rarely moved on the continent where ordinary civilians lived.

It is said that wizards live in the remote and mysterious wizarding continent.

Cyril browsed this history when he was twelve years old when he attended mission school, but it was lightly brought up in the textbooks, intentionally or unintentionally.

The boys in the small town of Codswood also fantasized that they had the extraordinary power of wizards or holy light knights when they were young, excluding and isolating and bullying the thin Cyril was what they thought at the time was "practicing justice" " initiative.

Cyril frowned slightly as he recalled this.

Donald thought he was afraid of the power of wizards, so he kindly comforted: "But I remember that it was mentioned in mainland law that wizards must not take the initiative to harm unarmed civilians."

"But of course the wizards are worthy of awe, after all, they have extraordinary power..." Donald continued with emotion.

Cyril thought.

"Okay, Crescent Street is here." The trader felt the coachman control the carriage to stop. He glanced at the winding street outside the window and said loudly.