Dancing is not allowed on the grave

【Your piranha gained a little experience!Experience value 1/10]

When screams came from the cemetery, Syl was sitting on the coffin studying the code of necromancy.

Searle: "???"

The piranha is gnawing on a leg in its big mouth covered with serrated teeth, chewing with relish, it may be that it has supplemented the food, the plant roots and leaves are fluttering in the wind, looking very happy.

As for the owner of the leg, he was screaming while struggling desperately: "Help! Help! There are monsters!"

This man slipped into the cemetery in the dark, and was bitten before he could take a few steps, half of his leg was gone in a blink of an eye, and he didn't even know what kind of monster was behind him.

In the dark night, the piranha's mouth was dripping with blood, and it looked very ferocious, but Searle, ignoring his fear, rushed forward a few steps and grabbed the man's hand and pulled it out.

Seeing that the owner wanted to confiscate her food, although the piranha was puzzled, she obediently spit out the person from her mouth, and shrank the leaves into a ball a little aggrieved.

Syl just thought it was scary at the moment, picked up the man with the broken leg and ran, and bumped into Lancelot when he turned around.

"Mr. Steward! Look at him..."

Lancelot glanced lightly at the man's face, "Mace sent you here?"

Searle was taken aback.

"Help, save me..." The man didn't answer, but just called for help angrily, as if he was going to die at any moment.

Seeing how miserable he looked, Syl frowned when Lancelot snatched a sharp knife from the man.

Although this knife is small in size, its light is sharp and glowing with a dark green light, obviously poisoned.

Sear felt a chill down her spine.

If he remembered correctly, the man holding the knife was not far from the back of his neck just now.

"What did Mace send you for?" Lancelot asked.

"Lord Baron..." The man's plan to kidnap Syl failed, and his weapon was taken away. He didn't dare to struggle anymore, his eyes rolled, and he replied, "My lord baron asked me to inform you, clean up and get out."

Lancelot's hand suddenly strengthened, and the man's bones made a "crack" sound, and his facial expression was completely distorted.

Syl felt pain when he looked at it, and heard Mr. Steward ask quietly: "The people from the Holy See of the Holy Light came to town tonight, what did Mace say to them?"

There was a strange look in the man's eyes, as if he didn't expect him to ask such a question, and then he clenched his teeth, not intending to let go.

Lancelot didn't say much, picked him up and walked towards the piranha, as if he wanted to feed him.

"Your Majesty, the Baron reported to the bishop that there are ghosts haunting your place, and I was sent to investigate..."

Syl was just worried that he would confront the Holy See of the Holy Light, but now it happened.

After receiving the report, the bishop who was carrying out the liquidation operation in Ferdinand has led the priest and the two throne mages Howling and Lie Yan to rush over immediately, and it is expected to arrive at Karami before dawn.

Seale frowned.

If he leaves the cemetery now, all the undead here will be wiped out by the Holy See of Light, but staying here seems to be just waiting to die together.

What should I do?

Syl was a little worried, flipped through a few pages of the Necronomicon, and then turned back.

A psychedelic mushroom was recorded on the page that stopped, and when planted, it emits hallucinogenic smoke.

He seemed to have seen this mushroom in the woods on his way to Karami.

Syl jumped up from the ground.

Lancelot was a little surprised: "Your Highness?"

"Mr. Steward, watch him, I'll dig some mushrooms and come back."

There is still some time before dawn, maybe it will be too late.

Searle left the cemetery with a basket on his back, and went straight to the grove in the outskirts.

His vision was extremely poor in the dark and he couldn't see the road clearly. His trousers were torn apart by weeds and thorns, leaving a few fine bloodstains on his calf.

Fortunately, my memory is not wrong. In the woods close to the town, there really is that kind of mushroom.

The unremarkable white mushroom grows at the root of a tree big enough for four people to hug. Syl squatted down, picked one off and compared it with the illustrated book on the Necronomicon. Gather into baskets.

I don't know if it was because of squatting for too long, but when I got up, my temples began to ache again, and the dizziness came up from my body.

Again.

Syl was dazzled, clutching his head and barely sitting on the twisted tree roots.

The sound of a carriage came from the path by the woods, and a familiar carriage covered in a milky white halo sped past.

That is the carriage of the Holy See of Holy Light.

Syl was a little anxious, but the strong dizziness made it difficult for him to move.

After a long time, the feeling of dizziness eased a little. He barely moved his fingers, and suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Why is there someone lying here?"

The person came forward, and a strand of fiery red curly hair fell on Searle's face.

Syl took off his mask at this moment, and his clothes were covered with mud stains. Melotti didn't recognize it for a while.She reached out to pat Searle's face, and teased, "I was just wandering around, and I actually picked up a little boy."

As soon as she finished speaking, Syl's body rose into the air.

Lancelot has arrived.

Mr. Housekeeper picked up Searle, patted the dirt off his body, and frowned when he saw the bloody traces on the edge of his trouser legs.

Lancelot's aura is too strong, Melotti recognized it at a glance, and also guessed Syl's identity by the way.

"So it's the two of you. The Holy See of Holy Light is planning how to deal with you." Melotti rolled her eyes and said with a smile, "But——I can help you."

Lancelot raised an eyebrow.

Throne mages are not good at it, and Melotti must have some conditions when she said this.

Sure enough, Melotti pointed at Searle, "Let me bring this boy back to get married."

Searle: "???"

what's the situation?Do all the magicians here pick up random people on the road and marry them?

He was afraid that Lancelot would really sell himself, so he tried his best to restrain the discomfort in his body. He wanted to speak, but just as he turned his neck, he saw a long sword made of frost resting on Melotti's neck, "If you want to die, I can Give you a ride."

Searle: "?"

who I am?where am I?What are these two doing?