On the street outside Elena's house, a group of poor people were kneeling neatly.
They lowered their heads, but kept moving their eyes, and raised their ears to listen to the goings on around them. Little people have their own rules of survival. The nobles did not dare to resist, but it did not mean that they did not want to listen to the gossips of the old men.
Toronto is not much better than these poor people. He is like a prisoner waiting for trial. If he had a choice, he would rather not come here.
Run, it's impossible to run. Didn't you see two heavily armored soldiers staring at you eagerly? The distance was so close that the soldiers had no time to protect him.
Until the heavy footsteps sounded again, and the heavily armored warrior from before returned.
The Black Warrior came to Torento and said to him, "Come with me, I want to see you."
After saying that, he turned around and left. Torento turned to look at the soldiers behind him, sighed, and followed him.
He never thought that one day he would walk into a poor man's house with his head lowered. This seemed to him an insult to the nobility, but no one is a slave, and I am a fish. If you are not honest, your life will not be saved.
When he reached the door of the room, the Black Warrior stopped, looked at Elena, who was still kneeling on the ground, and said, "Get up, go cook, my lord needs food."
Elena pointed at herself, and then looked at Mr. Torento who was following the Black Warrior.
The Black Warrior turned to look at Torento, who quickly showed a kind little face and muttered to himself, "Look at what I do, do you think I'm useful? Do I dare to say no?"
That timid look subverted Elena's image of the aristocratic masters in her mind, and she instantly felt that these aristocratic masters were nothing more than that, not so righteous in the face of life and death, and just as cowardly as poor people like them.
She stood up, rubbed her aching legs, and ran to cook. The Black Warrior took Torento and continued walking into the house to meet Li Ziyu.
When entering the bedroom, Torento smelled the scent of herbs.
Nobles rarely use herbal medicine. They prefer magic potions with stronger recovery ability and faster recovery speed, or they can find magicians to directly use magic to recover. In their hearts, only poor people will use herbal medicine to heal their injuries.
Scanning the room, Torento's eyes locked on Li Ziyu who was leaning on the bed.
"Family, why don't you pay homage to my lord?" the black warrior said dissatisfied.
Torento was startled, then quickly bowed and saluted, and said to Li Ziyu, "I have met you, sir."
The Black Warrior was still dissatisfied. In his opinion, Li Ziyu was the owner of their skeletons and undead, and this human being was just a dependent. It was not enough to just salute. It was better to pay homage with a big salute.
He wanted to scold him a few more times, but Li Ziyu waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to say more, and the Black Warrior stood aside quietly.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Li Ziyu. As you can see, these are my soldiers. What should I call you?" Li Ziyu asked while looking at Torento.
"Sir, my name is Torento, and I am the local shepherd." Torento responded without any airs.
"Toronto, why are you here?" Li Ziyu asked.
"I received intelligence that someone here killed a vampire monster, so I came here rashly and disturbed your rest. I'm very sorry." Torento lowered his posture and said with an apologetic expression.
That makes sense.
Li Ziyu was temporarily relieved that he was not here for himself, and then asked, "Have you ever seen a moving city?"
Torento was startled when he heard this, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart, how could there be a city in this world that could move? If so, the wilderness would no longer be dangerous.
He shook his head and answered honestly, "Sir, I have never heard of a moving city, and I have never seen a moving city."
Li Ziyu nodded. If it wasn't because of the lack of information in this world, it was because there really were no moving cities or travelers in this world.
This will make you feel more at ease.
Sometimes travelers are more worrying than aborigines.
"Toronto, I heard that you have an ancestral pendant?" Li Ziyu asked about the pendant instead.
"Yes, sir, the pendant is here." Torento took off the skull mask pendant from his neck and held it up with both hands.
Li Ziyu took the pendant and looked at it. As for the skull mask, he could tell at a glance that it was an undead style thing.
Holding the pendant, Li Ziyu asked Torento, "Do you know what this pendant means?"
I don't know what this pendant means. Isn't it an accessory issued by the temple? Every noble family should have a few pieces circulating in it. What can be so special about this thing?
Torento cursed. As far as he knew, there were quite a lot of similar jewelry. Not only pendants, but also rings, earrings, bracelets, armbands, and even some weird jewelry, such as nose rings and tongue studs.
some type of.
There are many types of jewelry, but the common point is that they are all passed down from the temple, and they all have a human-like skeleton shape, and they are all passed down from ancestors.
But speaking of it, families that own such jewelry usually have ancestral instructions that tell them to protect the jewelry, not to lose it, and to be in awe, but I haven't heard any nobles talk about anything special about the jewelry.
Listening to the meaning of the adult in front of me, this jewelry seems to be not simple, but he really doesn’t know what’s special about the pendant, so he shook his head with a blank look on his face and said, “My lord, this is my family heirloom, there is no
What special meaning does it have?"
Li Ziyu narrowed his eyes and dangled the pendant in front of him, "Think carefully about whether there is anything left at home about this pendant or about your identity."
Torento's expression became more and more confused. He thought seriously for a long time and shook his head helplessly, "Sir, no, the ancestors only left them to not be lost. They wanted to be in awe, but they never said why they were like this. As for my identity...
I am the pastor here."
There is a problem with inheritance.
Li Ziyu realized this immediately.
The fact that the undead are related to the undead cannot be faked. The Black Warrior has verified it, so the problem lies with the ancestors of the Torento family. There was a problem when it was passed down. They may not have told future generations that this pendant represents the undead.
The identity of family members.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Li Ziyu thought of another question and asked, "When was this pendant passed down?"
Torento scratched his head, "It has been for several generations and has always been an important inheritance of the family."
really!
Time has gone so long that a period of history has been buried.
By the way, Toronto just told Black Warrior that this was spread from the temple. Is the temple the temple of the undead?
If the Undead are still there, why has the meaning of the pendant not been passed down and been forgotten? What happened to the Undead?
There was weirdness everywhere, and Li Ziyu had a bad feeling in his heart, "Toronto, what do you mean by the temple?"
This gentleman may not be very smart.
Torento looked at Li Ziyu with a strange look in his eyes. The questions Li Ziyu asked were really strange. Aren't many of the questions well known to everyone? What's there to ask?
He said matter-of-factly, "The temple is the temple."
What kind of answer is this? Li Ziyu frowned and said with some dissatisfaction, "Describe the appearance of the temple in your mouth... Forget it, you don't need to say it. Are there any temples around here?"
Torento's eyes became even weirder, "Sir, of course there are temples around here. How can there be no temples around the city?"
Well, the amount of information is a bit large.
According to Torento, it seems that every city has a so-called "temple", or in other words, the city is built based on the temple.
Does this temple have anything to do with the undead tribe?
Palaces and temples seem to be related to religion and gangs. Could it be their beliefs?
It would be better to ask more clearly. Li Ziyu asked again, "Which church does the temple belong to?"
A confused look appeared on Torento's face, "The church? Is it a revival meeting, a demon hunting society, a masonry, or something like that? The temple has nothing to do with those organizations. The temple has always existed, and I have never heard of it.
Which organization does it belong to?"
It was not an organization like a church. Li Ziyu's eyes flashed, and he had a guess in his mind. He turned to look at the black warrior standing aside and said, "Go with him and see what the temple is like."
Whatever it is, come back and tell me."
The Black Warrior is not a low-level undead, and his IQ is online. Even if Li Ziyu spoke vaguely and did not explain, he could still understand what his master meant. He immediately saluted, picked up Torento and walked out.
"Hey, hey, don't pull me, I can walk by myself!" Torento shouted loudly as he staggered all the way.
The Black Warrior ignored him and pulled him outside, shaking his soul and saying, "Lead the way."
Torento looked inside the house, curled his lips, and murmured in a voice that only he could hear, "Where did it come from?"
Turning his head and seeing the black warriors with flames flashing in their eyes, he was frightened again. These warriors always gave people a feeling of heart palpitations, and the hairs on their hair would stand up when they stared at them. It was so stressful.
Although the other party didn't have the self-consciousness of a noble and was extremely rude, Torento didn't say much. Anyway, it was just a matter of leading the way. It was better to offend a noble who didn't know where he came from.
Torento remounted his horse, called on his men to follow him, and led the Black Warrior towards the center of the city.
Li Ziyu, who was waiting for news in the room, summoned another black warrior. He wasted a lot of time sleeping and lost many opportunities to summon the black warrior.
He is living here now, and the system is still being repaired. There is no news about the Castle of the Undead. The only way to save his life is these black warriors. Every time he summons one more to his side, he becomes safer.
If you miss it, the system will not replenish it. It's like clocking in at a fixed time.
After waiting in the room for a long time and summoning the second Black Warrior to bring the number of Black Warriors on hand to 10, Elena finally walked in with food.
"I'm starving to death." Li Ziyu struggled to sit up, smiled at Elena, and looked at the tray in her hand.
Yo, it's quite rich.
Yesterday he ate two black "steamed buns", but today the food Elena brought him was different. There was a lot of meat, eggs and things like long loaves of bread.
Elena pulled the table, put down the food, and said to him, "These are sent by the neighbors. They thank you for helping kill the vampire monster. Let me say thank you on their behalf."
Only then did Li Ziyu understand why today's food was better than yesterday, so he smiled and said, "Hahaha, okay, I'm very satisfied with this thank you gift."
He had just eaten two "steamed buns" yesterday, and by now he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back. He couldn't care less, so he grabbed the food and put it into his mouth, devouring it hungrily.
Elena turned her head and glanced at the black warriors standing around, and asked a little tangledly, "Do these warriors under your command want to eat? I will make some more, but I don't have anything delicious here. I don't know if they can."
Get used to it."
Li Ziyu, who was immersed in cooking, waved his hand and said vaguely, "No need, don't worry about them, they don't need to eat."
This is the truth, the undead do not need to eat, they will not feel hungry, and eating with skeletons will be in vain.
Elena breathed a small sigh of relief.
These heavily armored warriors could tell at a glance that they were pot-bellied men. If they really wanted her to prepare food, there would be a big problem.
Elena is a poor person, and her family only has so much food. If it is provided to heavy armor soldiers, it is hard to say whether one meal is enough, and she will starve after eating.
She could give Li Ziyu some food, which was already squeezed out of her own rations. She was afraid that Li Ziyu would say that she needed to prepare meals for the heavy armored soldiers.
Elena's life was not good. She was often hungry, and once she almost starved to death. She had a deep understanding of hunger and never wanted to experience that feeling again.
There was a lot of food sent by the neighbors, and after being stuffed by Li Ziyu, there was still a lot left. Elena carefully picked up the dinner plate and went out, seeing that it would not be wasted.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Li Ziyu squinted his eyes, already having some calculations in his mind.
Regardless of anything else, just because he saved Elena, he couldn't just stand by and watch Elena's current situation.
But the situation is unclear now. If he can find the Castle of the Dead, he will naturally give Elena a fortune.
After eating and resting for a while, Black Warrior and Torento came back.
The two walked into the room again, and this time Torento didn't seem as afraid as before.
"Sir." Torento gave a noble salute and stood aside. He still didn't understand where Li Ziyu came from and what level of noble he was. He just wanted to talk to the heavy armored warrior, but he didn't understand.
Failed.
But he was also sure that the other party had no ill intentions, or in other words, he didn't care about him at all.
Then of course there is no need to be too afraid.
The black warrior stepped forward and saluted, and then said, "Fortunately, I have found out the situation in the temple."
Li Ziyu's eyes lit up, "Say."
"The temple in the city is the temple of our dead, and this city is protected by the temple."
"The temple here has existed for a long time, and it should have given birth to the skeletons of guardian guards and heroic spirits. However, for some reason, most of them were destroyed, and the remaining ones were severely injured and fell asleep. Their injuries have not recovered, and I cannot wake them up."
It really is the Temple of the Dead!
He had just guessed whether this so-called temple might be the Temple of the Dead that he could build in the system, but now it was confirmed that it was the same thing.
Li Ziyu then asked, "Are there any other discoveries?"
The black warrior said without hesitation, "I felt the aura of the cemetery. It should have been decorated by my clan, but I didn't find the aura of my clan."
It's nice and beautiful. It not only has the Temple of the Dead, but also a prayer cemetery.
There is no need to think too much now. It is certain that this city was built with the help of the Undead. After all, these two buildings, the Temple of the Dead and the Prayer Cemetery, are not used by the Undead themselves. They are completely used by their dependent races.
.
When Black Warrior said that he did not find the aura of his tribe, he meant that he did not find the aura of the undead in the city.
There are no undead...
Sure enough, something went wrong!
Li Ziyu's previous guess was proved again.
Torento doesn't understand the meaning of the pendant. History has buried the truth. The undead have disappeared inexplicably. The guardians in the temple and the skeletons of the heroic spirits have been severely injured and fell into a deep sleep. What on earth has happened in this world?
Li Ziyu suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
But after a second thought, he gradually relaxed again.
Although the undead have disappeared, their dependent races do not seem to receive any special response. Judging from Torento's intentions, the people in this city are living a pretty good life.
As long as you are careful, it shouldn't be a big problem.