miss mist go with the flow

"To live one more day is to do what one more day can do, not simply to pursue the matter of living." Dekaen said frankly, "Now that you are here, I have no choice but to die. Then you have to make final arrangements before you die."

Townsend was silent for a long time, and gave a thumbs up:

"Very frank view of life and death. To be honest, I admire you very much. If you have something to accomplish, I can give you time. With your willpower, it is not difficult to survive the undead transformation spell."

"If it's just the transformation of undead, I don't need to steal the book of the dead." Dekain said, "I have no attachment to the world of living people. On the contrary, the person I can't let go of..."

He lowered his eyes, "It's dead."

Townsend touched his chin, finding it difficult.

He didn't dare to kill this person directly, the moon elf would not allow it; if he let him go, he would feel uncomfortable and aggrieved.

He stretched out his hand, and the pages of the book on the low table flew into his hand, and he flipped through them casually.

"Imperial products? The southern border chapter? Well, the writing is good. Is this your last obsession?"

Dekain remained silent and looked at Townsend quietly.

The necromancer poked himself on the forehead. He thought of the woman who left the mark on his forehead, and a bad taste appeared in his mind: "As punishment, I will not kill you, but burn these manuscripts, and let you start over. how?"

Dekain breathed heavily: "You are also a mage, don't blaspheme knowledge like this."

"I'm an undead." Flames lit up on Townsend's fingers, "I've already violated the rules of life and death, why do I care about such trivial things?"

The back of Dekaen's hand was tense. He lowered his body and kowtowed respectfully, "I am the one to blame. Please don't destroy these manuscripts. They are innocent."

Townsend lit the fire with one hand, and a hand grew out from behind to continue flipping through the manuscript, reading it with relish, and he found the point after a while.

"Bernese? This name appears frequently, and you circled it with a red pen. Is she the one you can't let go of?"

"The author of the Northern Realm of Imperial Products turned out to be a joint book, one south and one north, one man and one woman... Huh, the wonderful deathbed confession is really romantic only for naturalists!"

Townsend extinguished the flame on his finger, threw the manuscript back on the table, and said with a smile: "Is this your real obsession?"

Dekaen folded the manuscript silently, "I realized it too late, she waited for me for most of my life until she died... This is the last thing I can do."

"I allow you to live and complete this manuscript." Townsend said, "But don't use the magic ritual of draining the soul anymore. This is a degraded spell that I copied other people's spells, deleted and modified, even if You have successfully sacrificed these three hundred and dozens of people, but you can only increase your lifespan by half a year, and before you die, you will have a surge of energy and blood, and the pain will be unbearable."

Dekain was smarter than Thorne. He heard the meaning behind Townsend's words, and asked humbly, "Then what should I do?"

Townsend scratched his head and said, "Go with me to a place and meet someone. If she is willing to show mercy, you can complete your final confession."

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ps: uncomfortable wow!Is it really my destiny to hit the street?Obviously, I am writing very seriously...

Miserable, Pisces, Miserable

Ah, of course, this book will definitely be finished seriously, it took a lot of thought, don’t worry about finishing this kind of thing when it’s on the shelves

Volume 48: Chapter [-] Daily Trivia

Sharina left the thorny bushes. When the Convict was walking, his legs and feet were still a little shaky, and his body was not very stable. It seemed that he hadn't recovered from the aftereffects of being tied up last night.

She promised to leave with the people of the Gospel Church, and would not tell what happened in the foggy forest.

Paranoid people tend to keep their word, and Amy chooses to believe her.

"We have to leave the Misty Forest too."

Helen put her hands behind her back, leaned forward slightly, put her feet on her feet, with a smile on her face, "I've been away from home for so long, I miss my old man, I hope his injury doesn't get worse."

She was going back to confront her father to find out what happened.

"I have to report back to the Chamber of Commerce." Black Crow looked at Amy reluctantly, "We will watch the people from the Evangelical Church leave Misty Town and not let them disturb Miss Amy."

After getting along for a few days, Amy also has a good impression of these two little girls. She waved her hand and said with a smile: "Walk slowly, if you want to come and play in the future, you are welcome anytime, just don't mess up the bed again." collapsed."

When Black Crow and Helen heard this, and saw the playful smile on Amy's face, their faces turned red all of a sudden.

"It's not what you think!" Helen retorted hastily, "We didn't do anything strange!"

The black crow also said: "The bed is too small, we can only sleep together, and when we turned over, we dragged the quilt, and then—"

Amy covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "There is no need to explain, they are all young people, I understand."

What do you know when you are old?

Seeing the elf's performance, Sirin unconsciously made a false clenched gesture with her palms, and then felt indecent again, so she turned her back and clenched her fists tightly.

"Nothing strange happened!"

The black crow was still trying to explain, but Helen grabbed her wrist, and she smiled helplessly: "Forget it, it's really our problem that the bed is missing, next time we come to visit, we will bring a new bed, so that make compensation."

"That's not necessary, there are plenty of wood in the forest, just let Sirin strengthen it." Amy said, "If you really want to bring gifts, you can also bring some special food or nice clothes."

On the market streets of Misty Town, she didn't see any snacks that whetted her appetite, and the goods in the clothing store were also very ordinary.

One of these two is a noble lady, and the other is from a chamber of commerce. The probability of finding good things should be relatively high.

Black Crow nodded, and said seriously: "I see."

"Understood~" Helen blinked and made a gesture of understanding, "If you two are free, you can also come to Golden Rose City to play with me."

"Then see you next time, be careful on the road." Amy waved goodbye again.

This is not surprising, friends often say goodbye several times, especially among girls.

"Wait! Miss Amy—"

The black crow seemed to think of something, "Can you give us an access certificate for the thorn bush? Like the one in Roland's hand. If you are busy and can't respond, we can come in by ourselves."

Amy thought about it, and felt that the two girls were not bad in nature, and it would be no problem to get a key card.

"Row."

She agreed to come down, and rummaged through the storage ring, but she didn't find the wooden badge of the admission certificate. After a while, she remembered that it seemed to be caught in a book.

"Wait a minute, that thing is in the room, I'll go back and get it."

Amy turned around and jumped up to the second floor, entered the study room, and began to rummage through the bookshelves.

Second row, middle position, black cover, there it is!

Amy took out the book and took a look, good guy, "Guidelines for Making Access Credentials", a thick book, just flipped through it, and it was actually talking about how to make an "access control card".

Using the original leaves of the thorn bushes as the material, superimposed magic circles, and various complicated spells, it seems quite troublesome.

Amy touched three ready-made books between the pages of the book, thought for a while, and put one back.

Sirin always went in and out with her, and the bramble bushes remembered her, so there was no need for an access card at all.

Amy took two badges and handed them to Helen and Black Crow respectively, "Take it well, don't lose it, I'm not responsible for reissuing it~"

The two took the badge, put it away next to each other, said goodbye and left.

This time it was really gone.

After seeing off a few guests, the area around the tree house suddenly became quiet.

Amy stretched her hands and glanced at Sirin, "Why do you feel like you're in a daze today, internal injuries don't matter?"

Sirin was silent, she was indeed in a trance, and the root cause was the moon elf in front of her.

With her hand, she can't help but make a grasping movement, and she has to use her mind to control it, and her thoughts are always wandering...

"It's okay, I just didn't sleep well."

As soon as these words came out, the emotions of the two of them were a little bit wrong.

Amy coughed twice, "Ahem, the guests are all gone, we should get down to business!"

Sirin said, "Do you want to repair that broken bed?"

"It's not that kind of thing!" Amy glared at Sirin, "It's to prepare for refining the Spring of Recovery."

Sirin blushed slightly, and pursed her lips, "I don't know much about potions, if there is anything I can help, just tell me."

"Clear an open space first." Amy looked around, "Let's deal with the moonflower petals first, this thing can't be stored for too long."

Sirin removed some sundries in the open space, and made an open-air earthen stove according to Amy's instructions.

Amy found a set of distillation equipment in the storage equipment. There is magic alchemy in this world, and it is not uncommon to have these things.

The essence of evening primrose is extracted using a very classic distillation method.

Boil the water, put the petals in a container, and undergo steam distillation. The hot steam cools faster than the evening primrose essence, condenses into water, and flows out earlier, realizing the separation of essence and water.

This method is simple and simple, but it is easy to use, and it will not let the magic power destroy the structure of Moon Flower. It is a special experience of the original owner of the body.

No one stipulated that the materials needed to refine potions must be extracted through magic.

After a busy morning, hundreds of petals got a large bottle of evening primrose essence, and the remaining water droplets with the fragrance of evening primrose were also collected by Amy and bottled, which can be used as sesame oil in the bath.

After eating lunch in a hurry, and cleaning up the equipment in the open space, Amy started to process the sap of the Viola tree again.

Different from the moonflower, the sap of the dream sap needs to be frozen into a powder at low temperature before it can be added to the reaction chain of the potion. During this process, magic power needs to be continuously injected to maintain the characteristics of the sap so that it will not be destroyed. Cryogenic destruction.

Amy scratched her head and found a very embarrassing question.

Now she doesn't know how to use ice attribute spells.

The ice attribute is a relatively unorthodox and rare magic attribute. The former Holy Moon Spirit would definitely know it, but now Amy searched the list and couldn't find any spells related to the ice attribute.

The bookshelf left by the original owner does not have that kind of regular magic book, and I can't find a way to learn it now.

Amy told Sirin about her troubles, and asked Miss Swordsman if she could do anything, but she got a negative answer.

Sirin also knows magic, but what she learns are spells that can assist sword skills, and she is more partial than Amy.

The two sat opposite each other and thought for a while, and Sirin suddenly remembered that among the trophies she got from killing demons in the Abyss Realm, there were two magic notebooks of human mages. She quickly found them and handed them to Amy.

Amy took the book and looked at it. The first book recorded the advanced skills of fire magic specialization. He mentioned that he wanted to go to the abyss to feel the most violent fire element.

This is probably the cause of the original author's death, because he didn't write about his feelings after seeing the violent fire element.

Sure enough, the senior mages in this world are either madmen or lunatics, in short, there are no normal people.

Huh?Why am I feeling this way?

Amy shook her head, and opened the second magic notebook.

This magic notebook is much more normal. The opening chapter records the author’s magic power growth, basically every day. The middle chapter switches to various basic magic knowledge, and the second half is about various fusion and innovative spells. Some interesting conjectures.

Amy watched with relish, until dusk fell, when Sirin left her and ran to make dinner, Amy realized that she hadn't done her business.

However, she did find a way in the second part of the notes, entangle and mix wind attribute magic power and water attribute magic power in a certain proportion, and there is a chance to create ice element magic power.

Amy manipulated her growing magical flow, and after several experiments, she actually succeeded in making ice elements. She also concentrated the frozen air in her palm, and carved a Q version of Sirin with two heads and a body in the water polo .

She thought that she could do business tomorrow, so she flipped the magic notebook to the last page.

"Conjecture: Can absolute zero extinguish the lava demon's red flame core?"

The author did not give an answer, but looking at the burning marks left on the back of the notes, and thinking about the way Sirin obtained the notes, the result can be imagined.

Amy closed the notebook and fell into a long silence.

"Have you found a solution?" Sirin leaned out half of her body in the kitchen, and the majestic mountains pushed up her apron in an astonishing arc. She blinked, "It suddenly occurred to me that there might be ice-friendly magical beasts in the forest. , you can grab it and use it."

Ah this-

Amy tapped her head lightly, why did she forget that there is such a way before?

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ps: It’s so late for the second update~~ Brazenly begging for votes~~

Volume 49: Chapter [-] Playing around

There is no need to catch the monsters. Amy has already mastered the use of ice-attribute magic power, and she can start processing the dream sap tomorrow.

But flipping through those two magic notebooks really consumed Amy's entire afternoon.

The two ate dinner together in the kitchen, washed the tableware together, and after tidying up, they took a change of clothes and a wooden barrel and went to the small hot spring arm in arm.

After getting along for a long time, the two of them are not as shy as they were at the beginning when they met each other frankly in the bath. They have the courage to look directly at each other's body, and occasionally play some small games of splashing water.

Amy took out a handful of dried moonflower petals from the barrel and sprinkled them into the water. The residual fragrance of the dried petals soon lingered at the tip of their noses.The fragrance was fresh and elegant, not heavy, and had the unique sweetness of moonflowers. The two of them were immersed in the fragrance, as if they had returned to the sea of ​​moonlight flowers and saw the beauty of the floating moonlight.

There are dried petals floating on the surface of the hot spring water, the palms under the water are unconsciously held together, and the four slender legs are also interlaced, encircling each other.

Amy squinted her eyes, leaned against the warm stone wall, and looked up at the night sky.