Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 92 The Properly Worded Miss Doll

Colorful flowers bloomed one after another from the well-groomed bushes, crowded together, covering both sides of the gravel road.Only next to the roadside tombstone engraved with various weird runes will there be a little space.

These tombstones are scattered all around, standing alone in the empty garden, but they are clean, as if someone is constantly sweeping them.

Further away, at the end of the flowers, is a majestic workshop.

"Da da."

The heels of delicate women's lace-up boots tapped lightly on the road, and near the edge of the railing, the black-haired young man fell on the ground.

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Hearing footsteps from far to near, Yager opened his eyes from the dizziness with difficulty, and silently covered his head that had been knocked hard on the ground when he fell.

Overturned.

He couldn't help hissing, because of the residual pain in his forehead and brain.

There was a rubbing sound of clothes in front of him, as if someone was squatting down.

He finally looked up.

A beautiful lady was squatting in front of him, with layers of deep black skirts piled up.Her skin is not as pale as a human being, and the crimson lace gloves are further forward, with slender fingers with puppet joints.

"Welcome back, good hunter."

"Have you found your worth in the waking world?"

Her voice was ethereal, as if it came from another time and space.

It's a pity that the person she spoke to didn't care to appreciate it.

?

Kind?call me?

Hmm... very discerning...

Jagel fell into a momentary daze.

Wait, how did he get here?He obviously drank the Sequence Nine pharmacist potion in the study.

By the way, it's potions.

His thinking ability, which had faded away due to rambling and dizziness, finally gradually returned, and he was able to analyze the current situation.

On the road surrounded by flowers, the black-haired young man propped himself up on the ground with one hand, stood up, patted the dust on his body, and looked at the lady in front of him face to face in the garden.

She looks familiar.

Yagel, who glanced left and right, concluded in his heart, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

It's also familiar here.

Surrounded by a garden with tombstones, a red brick house with a huge chimney in the distance, a huge old tree on the right, and a scarlet full moon in the distance.

This is definitely not his residence, and definitely not Backlund.

Outside the railing behind him, there is an endless blurred mist, presenting a weird gray-black color, as if covering a large building behind.

How did he get here?After drinking the potion, he should be unconscious.

Yagel withdrew his gaze, thinking secretly.

wrong.

His state seems to have undergone some changes.

If he judged it according to the feelings of the previous few days and when the real creator descended, he suspected that this might mean that the container and the main body were close.
However, since the other party showed that he knew him, he would definitely be able to provide a lot of help, why not ask this existence that can communicate first.

Yagel nodded politely to the puppet lady in front of her: "Hello, I believe I don't remember how we got along."

"May I ask who you are? Where is this place?"

Considering that he didn't know anything about this place, and his disguise would be exposed, he didn't hide his state at all.

Hearing these words, the delicate blue eyes of the puppet enlarged slightly, as if shocked, and then as if he had figured out something, the corners of the pale pink lips curled into a beautiful smile.

She stood up and clasped her hands in front of her chest: "I see."

"Hello, good hunter, I am a puppet, I take care of this dream, and I am waiting for you here."

"If you find the echoes of blood, I will guide them to become your strength."

Echoes of blood?
Yagel thought for a few seconds, and successfully connected it with the weak power gained after killing the enemy.

Judging from the name, his ability is indeed related to blood.

And here should be the 'dream'.

"Can I switch now?" he asked casually.

"can."

Miss Doll nodded slightly, and stretched out her hands with wooden joints.

"Please hold my hand."

The black-haired young man nodded and stretched out his right hand silently.

The palms of the puppet slowly closed, perhaps because it was not human, it felt cold and hard to the touch.But her movements were exceptionally gentle.

A faint white light glowed from it.

A piece of information appeared in Jager's mind.

【Name: Jagel Durest】

【Level: 1】

【Vision: 1】

[Possess echo: 2370]

[Response required for upgrade: 830278232183870]

"?"

"???!"

He tilted his head in doubt, and didn't even bother to count the number of zeros behind it.

No, is there something wrong with your upgrade? !

He had clearly killed several demigods and a bunch of soldiers in the past few weeks, and even had two god-falling containers of the real creator.

Is it not enough to even go up to the second level?

Where is the calculation method!

He asked incredulously: "Does this level 1 mean human beings?"

"Why do you need so many echoes?"

Seeing that he didn't intend to change his power, Miss Doll withdrew her hands and shook her head.

She slowly explained: "No, this is the level of appearance, and the same is true for spiritual vision."

"However, the reverberation required for upgrading is calculated according to spirituality, and the appearance is not within the scope of my ability to help you. I'm sorry, kind hunter."

Yager managed to capture the key: "The current appearance? Did I have any other appearance?"

"Of course, respectable hunter," Miss Doll folded her hands and put them in front of her skirt, "A long time ago, you were a human being. Later, you were a...young new life. But no matter how your appearance changes , you will always be my beloved hunter."

In the middle of the words, the puppet lady paused for a while, as if she was looking for a suitable wording.

New life, this adjective refers to unknown, but very interesting.

"Am I no longer a human?" Yagel asked with a strange face, once again grasping the key points of the changes before and after.

"You will always be a kind hunter in my heart." The puppet lady opposite replied vaguely.

"But that was long ago. We haven't seen each other since you put an end to the endless nightmare."

"I'm glad you're willing to rediscover your past."

"This is the hunter's dreamland. In the beginning, countless hunters visited here and slept here, but now, this is your dreamland."

"Good hunter, do you wish to hunt monsters again? I will be here waiting to hear your story and comfort your twisted soul."

"After all, I am a puppet, and I was born for this."

she said so.

Miss Puppet sounds very sincere and knows a lot of things.

It's just that 'twisted soul' sounds a little harsh.
Yager unconsciously twitched the corner of his mouth before continuing to ask: "You mean, I used to hunt monsters with other people? Where?"

The beautiful puppet nodded slightly.

"right here."

Her slender fingers pointed to the boundless gray-black mist in the distance.

(End of this chapter)