deceased

The fiery body seemed to be thrown into a glacier all of a sudden, Hayden sat up and looked in shock at the small tent propped up between Mundra's crotch.

this shape...

This position...

At this time...

A cheated anger came over me.

He stretched out his hand and slowly touched the small tent.

Mundella, who was overwhelmed by strange desires, whimpered involuntarily, and his body arched up instinctively, wanting to ask for more.

Hayden hastily let go and stood up.

Mundra looked up, looking at him in confusion and doubt.

"You..." Hayden's eyes met the familiar face of "Monica". A faint blush appeared on the delicate and sickly face, which made him look even more pretty, half-opened. His lips seemed to be sending out a silent invitation, full of desire to continue exploring.Thinking that he was kissing these two lips just now, Hayden felt like overturning a seasoning bottle, rolling all kinds of flavors, leaving endless bitterness.

Mundra looked at him, stroking the place he had just touched, and vaguely felt the pleasure he felt before.

But his action made Hayden, who was hesitating, suddenly wake up.He opened the door without hesitation and walked out.

Mundella sat up in a daze, lifted her skirt and watched the energetic little brother under him slowly fade away, then pulled the skirt back up again, got off the bed, opened the door and chased out in three steps at a time.

Hayden didn't go far.As soon as he went out, he remembered that the land under his feet was called Xigemo, and that the person lying in the room was stuck here because of himself, and his leaving footsteps stopped again.

He looked at the endless distance, the surging anger gradually calmed down, and various questions roiling in his heart surfaced.

Why did Miss Monica of the Gulaba family turn into a boy?

Who is he?

Why follow yourself?

His reactions to himself...

Hayden's eyes darkened.

"Hayden?" Mundella came over, trying to hold his hand, but he dodged subconsciously.

Hayden took a deep breath, and suddenly lost interest in pursuing it.His purpose of coming to West Gemo is to find his father, so the next thing to do is to find the legendary city of Dans, rescue his father, and then return safely to the city of Mar with "Monica".As for other issues, there is really no need to get too entangled, because it has nothing to do with him.

"Rest early." After Hayden finished speaking, he turned and went back to the room without looking back.

Mundra looked down at his palm, then silently followed.

Originally, Hayden was worried that Mundra would continue to post if he was unwilling to give up, but he didn't know if his refusal played a role, and Mundra didn't get close to him all night.

In the morning of the next day, the two of them washed up, ate some dry food in a hurry, and started on the road again.

There are still two people on the same road, but the distance between them seems to be farther than the entire West Rose Desert.

Hayden stopped several times and looked back at Mundra who was slowly following behind him.After calling his name last night, he never said a word again, and he didn't even show the necessary "hug" every time he went on the road. He just lowered his head and walked slowly forward along his footsteps.

"Be careful."

Hayden saw a scorpion coming out of the sand, subconsciously rushed over to hug Mundra and flashed to the side.

Mundra looked up at him, without panic, guilt, or guilt, only faint doubts.

Hayden tightened his fingers, then quickly let go, and said softly, "Be careful where you step."

Mundella looked at his expression, then stretched out his hand, "Hug."

"..."

Hayden turned and bent over.

Mundra did not refuse this time, and lay on his back very cooperatively, wrapped his arms around his neck consciously, put his face against his slender neck, and dozed off peacefully.

For his trust, Hayden didn't know whether he should be happy or be speechless.He quickly let go of his entangled mood, and followed the path pointed out by the woman before using wind magic.

Although the woman said that it would take more than half a month from her home to Dans City, Hayden used wind magic to drive day and night, abruptly shortening the time by a quarter, and saw the city in only four and a half days. A city that looks dilapidated - if hundreds of houses are crowded together, and two roads are paved with dirt in the middle, it is considered a city.

Hayden put down Mundra and took out the magician's robe from the interspatial bag.

This was a gift from Olivia when he left the Royal Academy of Magic. It was intended to remind him never to forget his identity as a magician. He was only 14 years old at that time, and this robe of a magician is really a bit strange to him now. It was short, and the robe could only barely cover his knees when it was put down, leaving his two calves innocently exposed.

Hayden smiled bitterly: "Maybe I need a wheelchair that can hide my legs."

Mundra took out a set of brand new mage robes from the interspatial bag and gave it to him.

Hayden looked at him in surprise.He was surprised not only because he took out a set of mage robes, but also because it was a set of necromancer mage robes!

"A friend," Mundra said.The teacher said that he will be his lifelong mentor and helpful friend.

Hayden immediately identified his friend as "Mundra", remembering that he seemed to be a head shorter than himself.But after changing into the necromancer's robe, he found that it was just right.

The questions that had been suppressed in my heart popped up one after another, like a ball of string, rolling more and more.He knew that it was because something was wrong at the beginning, so there were more and more mistakes and omissions in the following.

"Hayden?" Mundella took two steps and looked back at him.

Hayden raised the corner of his mouth subconsciously.

In the past few days, the relationship between the two has eased slightly.Such an environment of relative skin-to-skin contact day and night is really hard for him to stay angry for a long time, especially the love and affection for "Miss Monica" in his heart has not had time to completely fade away.At least when facing Mundra, Hayden is not as stiff as before, still awkward in his heart, but he is trying to transform him from "Miss Monica" to "Boy Monica", a man who hides all his secrets, But the boy who was nice to him.

It's not that Hayden hadn't speculated about his motives, but this was a journey with only two people, he didn't want to make things more complicated and full of suspicion, and his intuition told him that the other party had no intention of harming him.Maybe it's because the way he looked at him was too frank, so frank... It made people grit their teeth.

He thought of Mundra's innocent and open eyes when he found the small tent, and a small flame burned in his chest—annoyed and powerless.

The two walked into Dans City one after the other.

There are no sentries, no guards, no interrogation, only indifferent passers-by and more dilapidated houses from a closer look.

Suddenly, a naked man came out from the gap between the houses screaming, and rushed towards Mundra with his teeth and claws.

Hayden's figure flashed, hugged Mundra in his arms, and blocked his eyes.

The man rushed to nothing and fell heavily on the ground, a layer of light green flame slowly oozing from his naked body.The man rolled over on the ground a few times, and the sharp screams lasted only a few seconds before stopping abruptly.

"Failed again." At the exit of the gap stood an extremely thin boy, only about 1.4 meters tall.He looked at the corpse with contempt, waved his staff and chanted a spell, and the corpse stood up by itself, and slowly walked towards the corpse dump in the other direction.There are all kinds of corpses that were abandoned due to failures. After a while, special people will burn them with fire to keep them clean—Necromancers pay great attention to environmental hygiene.

The thin boy was about to turn around when he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and a tall and handsome young man with blond hair appeared in front of him with a kind smile on his face. "Hello, I want to..."

"Do you want to die?" the boy asked.

Hayden said quickly, "I don't want to."

A trace of disappointment flashed in the boy's eyes, "You can think slowly, and don't rush to answer. You have a strong body, and it must be beautiful if you become a witch corpse."

Mundra clutched Hayden's sleeve tightly, staring at him hostilely.Even if he becomes a witch corpse, Hayden can only be his witch corpse!

Hayden thought that he was worried about his own safety, and a warmth flashed in his heart. He patted the back of his hand lightly, and said to the boy, "I'm here to find someone."

The boy asked, "What's his name?"

"Krell, Krell Nafist." Hayden looked at him nervously, fearing that bad news would come out of his mouth.

The boy thought for a while, "I've never heard of it. It must be a very unknown necromancer."

Hayden said, "He's not a Necromancer."

The boy laughed and said, "Dance City has only one kind of people."

Hayden felt cold.

Mundra suddenly asked: "Where is the exchange?"

The boy gave him a wary look, "Why should I tell you?"

Mundra took out a leg bone from the interspatial bag and gave it to him, "Here. Exchange."

Hayden: "..."

The boy took the leg bone, took a closer look and said, "The texture is not bad." He opened his mouth and bit it again, "Mmm. It's still fresh."

Hayden: "..."

"I'm just trying to make a new magic staff. Alright, let's make a deal." The boy pointed at the tallest and largest house in the city and said, "That's the exchange. If you have any good things, you can exchange them with me." , maybe I have something you're interested in."

"Thank you." Hayden took Mundra and left.The tumbling naked man was like a sharp knife, piercing the bubble of his luck, revealing a bloody reality—his father was suffering.

Pulled by him, Mundra was able to keep up with the pace before, but then he had to start trotting. In the end, he simply hung on Hayden's shoulders and half hung on him.This movement was very strenuous, and he wanted to let go after only a few seconds, but before letting go, Hayden had already stopped and hugged him horizontally.

The familiar posture made Mundella rub his shoulder nostalgicly, then curled up and nestled obediently.

Hayden hugged him tightly.

The weight and warmth of the arms stabilized his emotions, and Mundra's calm expression always had the magical effect of calming people down from irritability with a blow to the head.

Hayden walked to the exchange, put him down, grabbed his hand, and said softly, "Don't run around."

Mundra said: "You said, don't leave you."

The sentence that was said at that time, apart from the implied meaning on the surface of the words, was somewhat flirtatious.After all, any man would be touched by a girl who has no strength to restrain herself from danger and hardships, and would follow her from thousands of miles away, but hearing this sentence now, she is in two different states of mind.

But this idea just flashed through Hayden's mind, and what he was most concerned about right now was his father's whereabouts.

The two approached the exchange, and found that it was as quiet as the hall of the Temple of Light, with only partial whispers.

Hayden's gaze quickly swept across the entire lobby, and he took the lead in excluding a single trader, and focused his attention on a few crowds with concentrated numbers of people.He pulled Mundra and slowly approached the group closest to the door.

Surrounded in the middle is a female necromancer, wearing dark green lipstick, smiling like a cold poisonous snake.She looked up at Hayden the first time he approached, and then the enthusiasm in her cold eyes was ignited.She pushed away the chunky necromancer who was trading, walked over with her waist twisted, and winked at him and said, "What do you want to trade with? A foreigner?"

Even though he was burning with anxiety, Hayden still smiled back, "I want to find someone."

"Oh, so what you want is people." The female necromancer smiled more charmingly, "It depends on what price you can afford."

Hayden smiled sincerely, "As long as you can afford the price, anyone will do it?"

The female necromancer raised her finger, slowly slid from her chin across her throat, and landed on her majestic chest, "Of course."

"You ask for a price." Hayden said, "As long as I can find the person I want, any price is fine."

"Then who do you want...to find?" The female necromancer's fingers got into her clothes, rubbing her chest gently, and almost stuck it.

Hayden looked at her face without seeing anything, "Claire Nafiste."

The female necromancer froze her fingers and said coldly, "You've found the wrong booth!"

Hayden raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

The chunky man next to him suddenly pointed to a motionless red-haired girl and said, "That's it."

The female necromancer left Hayden to meet her, her tone alienated, "Change to a fifth-level undead knight, and remember to come back every month for maintenance."

The chunky man summoned a fifth-level undead knight without hesitation.

The female necromancer checked, and after confirming that it was correct, she controlled the red-haired girl to walk in front of the chunky man.

Both parties release their respective mind control, and then establish a mental connection with the new pet.

Transaction complete.

Hayden immediately understood what kind of business this female necromancer was doing, and felt the shaking in his hands.He looked down and saw Mundra frowning at him.

"Do you like this?" Mundella raised his head and pinched his chest with his fingers. Judging from the shape, there should be... a raised position.

Hayden: "..."