In the dim room, neither Downton nor the Death Banshee spoke, but looked at each other quietly.
This is a girl of about fifteen years old, with an innocent and cute look on her tender cheeks, but between her eyebrows, there is already a hint of a charming aura. When she becomes an adult in the future, she will definitely be a person who can make many kings crazy.
beauty.
The eyes are big, as beautiful as sapphires, hazy after tears, making people unable to help but feel pity. The bridge of the nose is straight, dotted with a freckle that is about to fade away, and the thin lip line is slightly exposed due to the nibbling of the white teeth.
Pink.
"Don't look at me like that!" The banshee was embarrassed. She twisted her two slender index fingers together and avoided Downton's gaze. She wanted to escape, but the door was blocked.
"This is the first time I have seen such a timid and shy death banshee!" The grimoire flew out and displayed the text.
The succubus has a thin figure and is obviously malnourished. She wears a white dress in the style of the Victorian era, blue and white striped knee-high socks on her legs, and a pair of pink round-toe shoes on her feet. She is as sweet as a piece of cake.
"Don't look at it!" The banshee suddenly stretched out her hand and covered her chest.
"I'm not interested in poached eggs!" Downton didn't pay attention to the banshee's breasts at first, but when she said it, he glanced over them subconsciously.
The slightly raised curvature is like a budding flower, coupled with the fair and slightly transparent skin, it is absolutely full of lethality to some weird uncles.
"You are the poached egg, and your whole family is poached egg!" the banshee said coquettishly, with a hollow voice. She didn't have the soul-killing demeanor of the death banshee at all, but she looked like the girl next door who was bullied.
"How long have you been here?" Downton didn't want to waste time. Perhaps the origin of this dungeon could be found from the Death Banshee.
The banshee's face suddenly stiffened, and then she became lonely. She floated to the corner, hugged her knees, and squatted down.
"Hey!" Downton felt like a bad guy.
"I don't remember. Anyway, it's been a long, long time. It's been so long that the little vine has grown from a seed to cover the whole city. It's been so long that Tia has collected all the stones here and filled the back garden!" The Death Banshee suddenly sobbed.
She started to cry, "I miss home, I miss my mother, and I want my brother to talk to me!"
Downton sighed and sat by the door. If he was still on guard against the banshee's sneak attack just now, now he has lost any intention of fighting. This girl is like a little swan that has left home, posing no threat at all.
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There was silence in the bedroom for a while. Downton didn't speak until the girl stopped sobbing.
"Where is your home? I will take you back!"
"Really?" The girl's face was full of surprise, but after a moment it turned into a painful expression, "Hey, where is my home? Why can't I remember it?"
"What's going on?" Downton wrote, asking about the grimoire.
"She is a naturally reincarnated death banshee who has lost some of her memories of her life!" Homer lamented. "Although I don't know who killed this girl, she is undoubtedly lucky and did not turn into an ugly corpse.
ghost."
Downton nodded. He knew that the natural reincarnation rate of the Death Banshee was one in 100,000, which was very rare.
"Death banshees are born with a strong affinity for magic. In addition, they have a long life to squander. They can become magicians as long as they want. Moreover, they still have soul constitutions. When they advance to high levels, they can be exempted.
Any physical attack, except for magic and divine spells, will not cause harm to them at all." Homer praised repeatedly, "This is a naturally magical race!"
"I know that the Death Banshees Legion of the Immortal clan is extremely powerful and has the reputation of being the first magic legion in the mainland!" Downton had read the war history that Elaine brought back, which recorded many classic battles. "In history,
The strongest sixth-generation Banshee Legion once relied on its powerful long-range magic to project firepower and took down twenty-three main cities in the human kingdom in one day!"
"Yes, so the Death Banshee is born into a noble family and will be sent to a military magic academy for training as a child. You should be lucky. If you meet a Death Banshee in another place, you will definitely be dead." Homer reminded.
Downton, "Don't think that having more ghoul human shields means you can run rampant in the dungeon."
"Stop crying, your eyes are swollen!" After comforting the Death Banshee, Downton began to tear down the door of the room, piled a pile of wood, and prepared to light a fire.
Although the girl often cried, she stopped quickly. After all, she was used to this kind of loneliness.
"Ahem, what are you going to do?" Seeing Downton lighting a bonfire and filling the room with thick smoke, the Death Banshee quickly stopped him.
"Barbecue, making dinner, do you want some?" Downton didn't know the living habits of the death banshees, but they shouldn't reject food.
"No, it's disgusting!" The Death Banshee looked at the bloody pieces of meat and seemed to dislike the smell of blood, so she drifted away.
"Hey, are you a banshee? Why do I look like an undead creature?" Downton was depressed, "If I had a choice, I wouldn't eat this!"
"Eat? By the way, wait a minute!" The girl floated out. This was the talent of the Death Banshee, a levitation technique that she had learned since she was born, and it did not consume any magic energy.
"It seems that your dinner is settled." Homer praised, "Fortunately I didn't leave just now, otherwise I wouldn't have met such a special death banshee."
Only a minute later, the Death Banshee floated back with a clay pot in both hands.
"Honey, I collected it, it's delicious!"
The Death Banshee stuffed the clay pot into Downton's hand, blinked her big beautiful eyes, and looked at him expectantly, like a girl showing off a new toy to her friends.
"You are a so-called evil undead creature, why don't you be so cute?" Downton thought quietly in his heart, unscrewed the cap, looked at the golden honey, and took a sip.
"How is it? How is it? Is it sweet?" The Death Banshee asked impatiently as she circled around Downton.
"It's very sweet, thank you!" Downton licked his lips and wrote on the grimoire, "Why are there bees in this dungeon of death?"
"What's all the fuss about? Even in the Deathrattle plane where the undead live, there are countless plants and insects. Do you think they are all bare stones?" Homer added some common sense to Downton, "You are lucky.
This should be honey collected by ghost bees, but it is extremely delicious. In the human country, one ounce costs more than 10,000 gold drams."
"So expensive?" Downton was shocked. Didn't he just drink a lot of money? In the past fifteen years, he had not saved enough 10,000 gold coins.
"Ghost honey has the effects of soothing the mind, strengthening the body, and restoring magic energy. It is a good nourishing product. What's more, this kind of bee only builds nests in dark environments. It is really difficult for humans to collect honey."
Homer estimated that the jar of honey weighed five pounds. If you eat sparingly, it would be enough for Downton to last for half a month. But the next second, he made a move that shocked him.
"What are you doing?" Looking at the jar handed over by the boy, the Death Banshee was puzzled, "Doesn't it taste good?"
"No, this kind of ghost honey is too expensive. I don't have any gifts." Downton blushed. He was not a man who liked to take advantage of others.
"This turns out to be called ghost honey. You are so knowledgeable!" The Death Banshee clasped her hands together and placed them on her chest. Her eyes were filled with stars as she looked at Downton with admiration. "I don't want any gifts. Just drink it if you like. No more.
, I can go pick it again!”
Downton laughed twice, feeling so embarrassed. He was a poor man and couldn't even give out a greeting gift.
"By the way, wait!" Downton remembered that there were wild flowers in the yard, so he ran out quickly, picked a handful, and then made a wreath.
"So beautiful!" The Death Banshee floated behind, looking at those flowers and couldn't help but admire them.
"Give it to you!" Downton put a wreath on the Banshee's head, and paired it with her black hair, it looked like an oil painting, and it was beyond beautiful.
The banshee blushed, lowered her head, and twisted her two index fingers together again. This was the first time she had received a gift from a boy, and she was very nervous.
"Next time, I will definitely give you a nice gift." Downton found a few more grass stems and made a lifelike grasshopper.
"It's so beautiful!" Holding the grasshopper in her hand, the girl blew a few breaths and giggled.
A smile broke out from the corner of Downton's mouth, and he thought of Elaine.
In the past, the family had no money, and my sister was envious when she saw that other girls had toys, but she was very well-behaved and never asked for them. Downton would use straw stalks to make her all kinds of little bugs to make her happy.
"Celestia, my name!" Death Banshee felt that today was the happiest day in her life, "Thank you for your gift!"
"My name is Downton!" Downton didn't realize until now that Celes' lips didn't move at all when she was talking to him.
"This is the Death Banshee's innate soul communication magic. Otherwise, do you think she can understand Drunkfurian?" Homer saw Downton's doubts and answered his questions.
"There are three humans in that hotel. You must be careful. They are bad guys and will definitely kill you!" As a man, Downton really couldn't say anything about asking Celes to help collect magic stones.
Banshees can collect gems and honey, and of course they can also look for magic stones, and they may already have a lot of them in stock.
"Well, if I wasn't worried about you killing my brother, I would never have come out." Celes showed a scared and sad expression. She also knew that she was an undead and would be eliminated by humans as an evil creature.
"Brother?" Downton listened carefully, but there was no movement.
"Well, be careful here!" Celes floated to the roof.
Downton followed, climbed up the ladder, and through the broken window saw the death knight lying on the bed.
"War level?" Homer was startled. As soon as the magic detection was released, two green flames suddenly appeared in the opponent's eyes.
Downton's scalp was numb. The high-level death knight's combat power was at least not lower than the fifth level of war. Even if the strongest Robinson came, he would be completely destroyed in an instant.
"Run!" Homer projected words, urging Downton to escape from here before the death knight comes out, otherwise he will die.
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