Dancing is not allowed on the grave

[Windmill Grass: The one with the most growing trees among primary plants. The basic attribute is wind, which can be synthesized with any element crystal to evolve different effects. 】

[Plant description: I have whatever looks you like. 】

Syl dragged the ice element crystal and the two windmill grass cards to the groove of the alchemy pool. The water blue ice element and the blue color of the windmill grass merged into the rune marks. After a while, the light flow formed a blue card. color squares.

【congratulations!The synthesis was successful! 】

[Unlock Illustration: Ice Wind Grass]

[Obtain a rare plant card: Ice Wind Grass X1]

[Ice Wind Grass: The airflow has a frost deceleration effect, and has a chance to freeze enemies in a straight line. 】

The color of the rare-quality card is blue, and the Ice Wind Grass itself has ice attributes. This cartoon body is flowing in a clear ice blue color, with three windmill leaves hollowed out in the center, and a few curly branches protruding from the edge, like an exquisite relief artwork.

Syl poked the card, and two options popped up:

[Continue to synthesize/plant]

In view of the tragic failure experience last time, Syl decided to accept it as soon as it was good, and plant this ice wind grass first.

[Please select the planting plot. 】

Syl glanced at the slowly approaching route of the undead army, and chose the land facing the entrance of the cemetery.

【Send / Go】

【You have no follower to dispatch! 】

"..." The polished commander touched his head, and clicked the option of "Go".

After planting the ice wind grass, Syl found an hourglass-shaped pattern next to the "watering" option, and a prompt popped up after poking it:

【You don't have accelerated fertilizer available, do you want to buy it now? 】

[Yes (10 gold coins)/No]

"Ding--"

The system made a pleasant sound of money consumption, and the balance was -10. At the same time, a black bag of unknown objects appeared in Searle's arms.

[Congratulations on getting fertilizer X1! 】

[Item description: excrement of unknown creatures, foul smell but outstanding effect! 】

Whether the effect was up or down, Cyr didn't know, he just smelled a disgusting smell coming towards his face.

Syl squeezed his nose and quickly poured the fertilizer into the graveyard, the black substance melted into the soil, and the Ice Wind Grass pulled out the seedlings at lightning speed, swinging its waist and stretching upwards.

In less than half a minute, the three-petal blue leaves with flowing water and light bloomed and slowly turned.

Frost crumbs wrapped in wind and ice elements gushed out, and the temperature in the straight line dropped sharply.The cold wind passed over the short nut wall, and the air flow passed over the heads of the army of undead. The slow-moving undead had difficulty even moving their legs. Many of them were frozen in place, and their bodies were covered with a layer of frost.

Syl heaved a sigh of relief, and returned to the coffin to continue synthesizing the remaining cards.

In the coffin, Hades was still beating on the coffin board with a "thump, thud, thud".

The four corners of the coffin were nailed to death with ice nails by the black-faced housekeeper, and no matter what he did in it, he couldn't open it.

"Aren't you tired?" Syl asked with concern, "Speaking of which, why can't the devil even open a coffin?"

"It is said that my uncle is sealed!" Hades yelled, "I will kill you all when I come out of the coffin!"

"..." Syl was silent for a moment, "Then why don't you untie the bandage yourself?"

It was also rare to be quiet in the coffin. After a long time, Hades' voice came from inside, "But this is a knot..."

"Your Highness." Lancelot came over with a windbreaker and gently draped it on Searle's back. "It's late at night, let's rest first, the bed is ready."

He glanced at the undead army in the distance, "At this speed, they will only be able to walk outside the gate tomorrow evening."

"But……"

"His Royal Highness hasn't had much rest these days." Mr. Steward rubbed Syl's unkempt curly hair, "This is not acceptable."

The worry in his tone poked Syl's weakness for a moment.

"Sleep peacefully." Lancelot continued, "Even if something happens, I'm still here."

Lancelot's magic is much stronger than Ice Wind Grass, but it's not a last resort. Searle doesn't want to trouble Mr. Steward. After all, magician's magic power is like the durability of psychedelic mushrooms. It cannot be replenished in a short time after consumption, and The ice wind grass is a perpetual motion machine, as long as it is planted, it will work tirelessly.

Thinking of this, Searle also relaxed a little. The road back from Angus City was bumpy, and he was hiding. He really didn't sleep well these days, and he was already tired.

He jumped off the coffin and followed Mr. Steward to the cabin.

Before reaching the door, I heard a loud snoring sound from inside, followed by a loud noise, and something hit the wall of the wooden house.

"Get out of here, old lady! You stupid snoring dragon!"

After a while, Nancy came out of the house wearing a comfortable cyan silk pajamas, holding a pillow in her arms, and the dragon tail behind her hadn't recovered yet, drooping in the cemetery, dragging a trail.

Searle watched the bleary-eyed Nancy casually find a grave to lie down on, and then fell asleep soundly.

Mr. Whelp, who lived in the ice and snow of Nathaniel, is not picky about where he sleeps.

Syl pushed open the door lightly, and saw Melotti lying on the bed on the left, while the bed on the right had already been covered with a thick layer of straw bedding—Lancelot used local materials, so those were grave grass.

The straw mattress was very soft, Searle lay on it and moved half of it, patted it with his right hand, and invited Lancelot, "Mr. Housekeeper, you can sleep here."

There was no place to sleep in the cemetery before, and Syl slept in the coffin by himself, and he didn't care about where Mr. Butler rested. Now that the quality of life has improved, Mr. Butler, who has been protecting and taking care of him, is of course blessed to share.

The wooden house has no windows, and the thin moonlight in the night only penetrates through the gap in the door.

Syl couldn't see Lancelot's expression clearly, only noticed that he was standing there silently.

"Mr. Butler?"

"Well, I'm here." Lancelot responded softly, lifted the thin straw mat and sat on the side of the bed.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then rolled onto the bed and lay down next to Searle.

Syl's eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, and he saw the slender man beside him lying on his side with his jaw propped up with one hand facing him.

He didn't see the black mirror-like light in Lancelot's eyes, so he guessed that the butler was just resting in this position, but even so, it made Syl feel a little uneasy.

He lay on his back, heard his breathing was messed up, and couldn't calm down no matter what.

"Mr. Steward."

"Ok?"

"You...the bed is really well made." As if to verify his words, Syl touched two straw mats under him with his hands, "It's very comfortable to lie on."

"Oh, really?"

He noticed that Mr. Housekeeper also reached out to touch the straw mat, and then somehow touched his hand.

Syl froze, and withdrew his hand reflexively, "Your hands are too cold."

"Yeah." Lancelot said lightly, "His Royal Highness's hands are very warm."

"Yes, is it?" Searle stammered for some reason.

He closed his eyes in the darkness, then passed his hand back, and put it lightly on the back of Lancelot's hand.

"Ok?"

"To... keep you warm?"

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Thank you Xia Buyu, Rou Rou for the nutrient solution, Yu Yu for the mine!Chirp!