Chapter three hundred and twenty second curse cellar
"...Winter and Shuangyu?"
Annan was slightly startled and murmured in a low voice.
He suddenly recalled...he seemed to have heard the surname "Shuangyu" somewhere before.
Yes, he remembered.
That was the first time Annan met Lord Bones, when he introduced himself to Lord Bones... Lord Bones once said to Annan, "Sooner or later you will be a 'Frost Whisperer'".
...Am I going to turn into a dragon in the future?
That's why the old grandmother talks to herself in dragon language...
So after meeting the old grandmother's request, you will evolve into...that is to change yourself from Winter to Frost Whisper?
"I don't know if Pophis can speak dragon language..."
Annan murmured.
"Annan, he must be human."
On the other side, Citalopram answered with unusual certainty.
That momentum even made Pophis shake a little, "Yes, really..."
"Yes, without a doubt."
Citalopram nodded and answered affirmatively.
Because he didn't trigger my outsider radar.
Concerned about his image as a cold and elegant lady, Citalopram did not say these words directly.
She paused for a moment, then changed the topic temporarily, "Let's not talk about this, let's talk about business first..."
"Business?"
Porphys tilted her head, "Do you want to see the place where the holy bones were stored?"
"I really want to see that one, but what's more important is the 'frozen blood of the Frost Whisperer'."
Citalopram understands the priorities very clearly. They came here to obtain materials for Annan, and even triggered a side mission... This obviously had to be completed first.
As for the Holy Skeleton, it is obviously a key item related to the main plot that follows.
At least she won't trigger this mission until her own strength reaches a certain level.
Under the circumstances that all of his actions may have irreversible effects on everyone... Citalopram believes that this is the caution that everyone should be cautious about.
"I have to bring back what my friends need first..."
Citalopram smiled bitterly and explained a few more words, "Annan is not only my friend, but also my boss.
"In order to pick you up next time, I must at least complete the task entrusted to me by the boss."
"Yeah, no problem."
Porphys replied cheerfully.
She paused slightly and added, "But these two things... are actually in the same place."
"……where?"
"Silver Stone Curse Vault."
Porphys replied softly, "The only curse cellar in this city."
"What is the curse cellar?"
"It's the place where the magic energy is transformed and stored..."
She looked at the huge empty space outside the city, her expression a little complicated, and she didn't say much.
Just whispered "It was once the largest building here...and now it is also the deepest scar in the city."
At this time, the children in the public nightmare had just finished a stage of practice.
He breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously looked at the eye-catching huge device.
Ah, as expected, I still care a little bit...
What exactly is that thing?
It was a huge building that was at least three to forty stories high, which could be considered towering even in a modern city.
And it is not a boxy structure like a residential building.
From the outside, it looks a bit like a huge snail shell with its opening upside down on the ground.
It's getting dark now.
But the city did not become pitch black.
He was on the hillside outside the city and could see very clearly
Colorful neon lights light up one after another in the elf city.
The child could barely see that the end of the "street light" connected to the earth was narrow and short, only as high as the elves' knees, and even thinner than their calves.
On top of this single "stick" is a hollow vessel with a glass-like shell that can fully hold a person. It is filled with a shining monochromatic liquid that pours in from the ground.
These "street lights" are shaped like sausages. They shine with a steady shimmer of pink, red, blue or purple, dyeing the passers-by into strange colors.
Although the flow of people in the city is relatively sparse, the elves did not return home because of the arrival of night. On the contrary, the children even saw that the number of passers-by began to gradually increase.
……no doubt.
If there is any problem with this abnormal cyber scene... it can only be the giant snail device that continuously extracts certain substances from the ground.
What kind of energy does it extract?
Just one such "power station" can supply the daily needs of a city...
"...Julian?"
Noticing the child's gaze, Porphys, who had been accompanying him, tilted her head and jumped in front of the child, "Do you still want to go to the curse cellar?"
Was that power plant called the curse cellar?
"Um."
The child didn't know what Julian wanted to do in the curse cellar, so he just nodded silently.
"Maybe it's okay now?"
Porphys blinked and said in a brisk tone, "The workers in the cursed cellar should have gone off work.
"How about... let's go on an adventure? You have learned the sky strike technique anyway! As long as we come back here before mom comes back, she won't know that we left!"
"But your mother...teacher, what did she do?"
The child followed Porphys's words and asked, "What if she didn't go far and suddenly came back?"
"...Probably not."
When Porfis heard what the child said, she suddenly became sad and said uncertainly, "She left in such a hurry and even left us all here... I think... it should be...
"...You won't be back soon, will you?"
No, you are wrong.
Just because she left us two here and left in a hurry, she must not have gone far and will be back soon.
You are still too young...
The child said silently in his heart.
But after this period of training, his acting skills have obviously improved. He is no longer the European emperor who relies on luck to make a living...
Then he showed a hesitant expression on his face, "So...?"
"go!"
After a moment of silence, the somewhat restless Pofisi made up her mind, "If mom finds out, just say I took you there!"
"good!"
The child obeyed and nodded.
"Let's go, let's go play, let's not practice anymore!"
Miss Porfis held his hand and walked in front, cheering.
Such a familiar tone...
This even made the child a little confused.
His childhood sweetheart also used the same tone during the holidays. When he was about to start doing homework, she took him to her house to play games.
This forced him to spend the last two days of each holiday at home in Dongfang Yongye...
It was only a long time later that the child realized that his childhood sweetheart had already finished his homework every time he asked him to play...
For a moment, he felt like he was indulging in this public nightmare and didn't want to wake up.