Why am I the only male apprentice of the evil queen

Chapter 33 Drunk to keep warm

Solving the trust problem was much easier than Fenmu imagined. After the matter was settled, Fenmu finally started to deal with the living creatures.

This living creature is a bit like the unfinished body of the angel spirit that I saw last time. It doesn't have the white color that symbolizes purity. It only has a big eyeball with a pair of shapeless wings behind it. If I have to say it, Fenmu I feel that this thing is more like a familiar of the demon clan, the kind of imp used to convey messages, and this thing is probably the same in Eden.

Shout out a line for the arrival of big figures like the White Knight to heighten the atmosphere and so on.

But no matter what, if it has something to do with Eden, the effect after being made into a material will definitely be better than the air-dried skin film from the Goblin Black Merchant.

So after skipping a series of brutal treatments, Fenmu successfully produced the flesh and blood film of the living creature.

This thing won't have the feeling of squirming tentacles, right? After all, it is also a tall Eden material, give me some face! Fenmu clasped his hands and prayed.

The key is that there is no record of the equipment that uses the familiars in Eden as materials, so Fenmu can only make reference processing based on the set of socks. Fenmu knows whether the final spell amplification effect is good, but will it? He cannot guarantee a special wearing experience.

This robe is finally finished. There is no innovation in the shape. It is just a body-covering tights paired with pantyhose, which retains the light texture and further improves the effect of the spell gain.

The time spent making equipment is always selfless. By the time Fenmu finished making the finished product, time had already passed - well, he didn't know how long it had passed.

After asking Sidney, Fenmu found out that it hadn't been that long, it was still midnight, and the gryphons were still chirping outside.

It's just that this time the turbulence of psychic energy seems to be a little different, as if it is the cold wind blowing from the frozen soil of the Zhongbei. It can make the tongue sting when you take a breath, but for Fenmu's half body, there is no such thing. Too big an impact.

And Hecate seemed to be more affected by this psychic turbulence than last time. In order to conceal her whereabouts, no bonfire was lit in the cave. Hecate huddled in the lee behind the stone to rest, her body shaking from time to time. Troubled by this cold wind.

If you look closely, you can also see that her originally long brown-black hair has turned into black, and some of the hair strands are silver, just like the charm she used It's also a good idea to have a small crotch.

Although he didn't understand what was going on, Fenmu instinctively felt that this should be related to the abnormal turbulent flow of spiritual energy. Frost had already formed in some places at the entrance of the cave.

The last psychic turbulence was not so bone-chilling. What's going on?

Anastasia answered for him:

That's how turbulence is, it's hard to follow the rules, and this time the psychic turbulence is stronger than the last time. It won't take long for the griffons outside to run away. And the witch is extremely dependent on psychic energy. Qiang, the current black and white hair color is her original hair color, but she usually uses psychic powers to hide it, and now she doesn’t even have the room to maintain her hair disguise.”

This is not because Anastasia lied to Fenmu, but it is the fact. Not only Hecate, but also the casters in the Unable Zone will probably not be in any good condition.

It's so miserable. I thought the mage was unreliable at the beginning, but it's still true that real swords and real spears can cut it! Fen Mu said something sarcastic in her heart. If there is no blue spell, then the word miserable will stand out!

But Fenmu did not sit idly by. He secretly walked out of the Quicksand Falls and took a look. The griffins seemed to be gradually unable to withstand the turbulent flow of spiritual energy. The griffin knights had successively controlled the griffins to return to the griffin territory. If the delay continues, the gryphon may go berserk out of survival instinct.

Seeing this, Fenmu picked up Hecate's delicate body and walked deeper into the cave, then lit a bonfire to keep her warm, hoping it would work.

Unfortunately, the bonfire had already been lit, and the crackling sound of burning firewood echoed in the cave, but the witch senior sister still looked a little embarrassed, holding her body with her hands and shaking.

This kind of coldness is not just physical, but the torture of the soul of the caster by the extremely cold spiritual energy.

Offended.

Fenmu took out some medicinal liquor from her private dream and poured it into her mouth, using the alcohol to drive away the cold. Then he untied her cloak and hugged this graceful jade body, which should be... Can play a little heating role.

The strong alcohol flowed through Hecate's throat, leaving a burning sensation. She was not a witch with a good capacity for drinking. After a while, her head became dizzy and swollen.

Not quite conscious, she opened her beautiful eyes, which were blurred and charming by the strong alcohol. Her fair and delicate face was stained with a delicate blush. This hot red glow spread from her cheeks to her neck, and even reached her collarbone.

You...why are you holding me!

Hecate began to talk drunkenly in a daze, her expression after being drunk was a bit softer and more coquettish than usual. She turned over and pressed Fenmu down with her soft hands, as if to control his actions. .

Keep warm, senior sister, you are drunk. The turbulence of spiritual energy outside has a great impact on you. I think it is better for you to lie down and rest. When the turbulence of spiritual energy passes, you will feel better! Fen Mu also said I don’t know if she can listen to it, so I can only say this.

I, I'm drunk? What the hell are you talking about... You're just drinking. I, Hecate, can't be drunk! Perhaps because she spoke too hard, her arms heated up and she hit her head. Fenmu's forehead was hurt by Fenmu's iron head.

The witch looks so violent, but she turns out to be cute when she gets drunk.

How dare you take the opportunity to sneak attack on my head! Hecate's bright lips were right on Fenmu's face, and her soft breath was filled with the heat of alcohol and body temperature, and she murmured: That's true, The villagers who agreed to hide me ended up exchanging information about the witch for money...the master who agreed to help me control my power ended up preparing to seal me away...all of them were traitors. Now you've shown your weakness and started to attack me! It's true...it's true!

Please, it was obviously your head that knocked it off, okay...

Miss Witch finally raised her arms, but the cloak for warmth slipped from her shoulders. The coldness made her body tremble. The coldness seemed to restore some clarity to her consciousness. She looked around, seeming to be thinking about why she had changed. It became what it is now.

Fenmu was afraid that she would think he was having bad thoughts, so she quickly explained:

I'm worried that something will happen to you due to the cold, senior sister, so I'm helping you keep warm.

Lies— Hecate glared at Fenmu beneath her. Just when Fenmu thought she was going to get drunk and hit someone, Hecate showed her drunken naivety again and smiled sarcastically. , and then while shivering from the cold, he said: It's obvious that you can't bear the cold. You want to come over and beg Senior Sister for me to give you some warmth? It's really useless!

After saying that, she put on her cloak and hugged Fenmu, her soft and delicate body pressed against Fenmu's vigorous body, and the elasticity of her delicate skin was transmitted through the silk robe.

I hope you can still remember what happened when you wake up... Fenmu sighed.

Chapter 34 Griffin Stew

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Fenmu fell into silence looking at the strange purple-black pot of stew in front of him.

The gryphon's head floated on the surface of the stone pot, and its white eyes seemed to be conveying some kind of desperate thoughts, and the thick soup burst a few bubbles from time to time. Just looking at it from such a distance, you can feel it. An extremely strong negative factor.

Is this the witch? Even the stew pot soup is magical.

Hecate, haven't you already explained everything about how you held me to sleep before? Besides, I just complained about how cute you were when you were drunk and crazy. You wouldn't want to make a pot of poisonous soup to retaliate against me, right? Fenmu said. I can't bear it anymore.

Since he was a child, he has been a person who pays attention to the hard work of every grain. He has always eaten the vegetables cleanly and never wasted the ingredients. As a result, he finally found a chance to catch the griffin in the middle of the night, and after processing it, he prepared to make barbecue. As a result, when I came back from looking for firewood, I found that the griffin had turned into a pot of potion-like stew!

It's hard for me to guess that the gryphon has come back. I've been starving for two days and waited to live on it. Now, senior sister, if you do this, we will have to starve again. This matter is-

Fenmu's words stopped abruptly, because Hecate put the dagger on his neck with a smile. Fenmu put away his regret and dissatisfaction, and put on his eyes with approval and praise.

You can actually think of merging potions and ingredients together. Hecate is indeed the witch of hatred... He regretted it as soon as he said it. In the impression, Hecate was very disgusted by others calling her a witch. , Well, I don't mean anything else, and I won't discriminate against witches. I just think witches are also quite powerful people!

When they first met, the ninja and samurai mentioned that they called Hecate a witch and made her angry. But unexpectedly, Hecate did not lose her temper. She stared at Fenmu with her bright eyes and her red lips lightly opened:

Don't talk about drunkenness anymore. It was because you drank too much and then remembered it wrongly. In fact, nothing happened. Do you understand?

Hecate still agrees with Fenmu's attitude. Since he can enter the dreamland of the Kingdom of God, it means that he is worthy of recognition in terms of qualifications. The instant spiritual pattern burning he showed at that time is evidence, and he did not It's not like other people's greedy desire, like hearing about a witch as a way to become stronger.

Moreover, being a junior is really a relatively new existence. Hecate has always been living in seclusion alone, and suddenly she found that she was also an elder. This was a very novel experience.

These days Fenmu has found various topics to talk about in order to lighten the atmosphere. Although Hecate remained calm and pretended not to care, she still listened.

The hardest thing for her to accept was how stupid she was when she was drunk! The witch has a very good memory, and this excellent memory allowed Hecate to remember what stupid things she had done after she woke up.

Her junior was kind enough to help her keep warm, but she got drunk and lost her temper to the point where she forcibly took off his clothes! I even thought he was easy to touch, so I touched him everywhere... Fortunately, I didn't go any further.

And this was obviously her fault after being drunk. After waking up, it was Fenmu who first proposed to admit her mistake and ease the relationship, saying that he had taken advantage of her. He was really a kind child...

So Hecate thought of doing something to reward him, as a small apology, so she stewed a pot of soup while he was collecting firewood.

Hecate's own habit is to eat fruits to satisfy her hunger, and most of the time she doesn't even need to eat. This can be regarded as a convenience brought by the witch's talent. Naturally, she has not entered the kitchen to stew soup and prepare food.

But she had stewed magic potions before, and she thought that the tools were all the same, and they had to live the same life. Even the shapes of the stew pots were similar, so the craftsmanship of stewing the soup should be similar.

Moreover, the witch's thinking of stewing medicine is relatively close to the concept of medicinal diet, especially for people like Hecate who value practicality, which means that a qualified pot of stew must be able to feel sufficient spiritual nourishment!

As a witch, there must be hundreds of millions of potions in her private dream. One bottle for mental strengthening, one for psychic adaptation, and one for perceptual acuity. Regardless of appearance and taste, these If the pot is really expensive, the medicinal materials used can buy a castle in a luxurious area.

As a result, my juniors didn't seem to appreciate it very much...

Feeling the senior sister's fierce gaze on him, Fenmu inadvertently shed a drop of cold sweat on his forehead.

really! The tiger's butt cannot be touched. Hecate must have remembered that he had the courage to pinch his butt and touch his beautiful legs, so she is here to punish him now, especially since he has been let down. The general gaze must be condemning him for betraying her trust!

When she was drunk and talking nonsense, she vaguely mentioned things from her early years. Perhaps this was the source of her current irritable temper. When it was difficult to trust others, he Fenmu actually did this abruptly. It's something you can't control!

It really shouldn’t be—you should be punished!

Fenmu swallowed, said sorry for his taste buds, then took out the gryphon's head from the stone pot, looked into the desperate eyes sympathetically, and then threw it aside.

He picked up the whole stone pot and poured tons of thick gryphon potion stew into his stomach. The bitter taste instantly reached the brain through the portal on his taste buds.

The taste is really too strong. Various potions are mixed together. The taste is no longer unpleasant to describe. The world turns gray-white in an instant. Past experiences appear in front of Fenmu's eyes like a revolving door, treasured in memory. The beautiful buttocks in the depths, and the beautiful legs that were added later, passed before his eyes. For a moment, he seemed to hear Anasta, the master of death, calling to him. What a beautiful voice, it had been a long time. Anastasia's own voice was heard.

Tears came out!

In all her life, Fenmu has never suffered such grievances! Even when he was being fed by wolves, the wolf mothers never let him starve!

Now I have to drink so many unpleasant things! I shouldn't have deleted the tentacle suit design back then!

Hecate was shocked. She didn't expect her junior brother to accept her apology so generously. While drinking it all in one breath, she was so moved by her implicit but sincere sincerity that she couldn't help but shed tears. Come down.

She walked up to him, imitating how an elder should comfort a younger one, and pressed Fenmu's head into her soft arms.

Okay, okay, it's okay.

It's okay, hammer! If it weren't for your good figure, we would have ended this relationship!

Chapter 35 Sister?

On the other side, Rachel and others rode various strange means of transportation towards the Griffin Lawless Zone. When they first left Granville, they took the hard-working Earth Lizard Vehicle.

After that, I traveled to many places, and sometimes even escaped into deep dreams to take shortcuts and shorten the trip.

Now their means of transportation is a creature called Bubble Cat. This creature looks cute and looks like a fluffy cat. After taking a breath, it can become very large and fly in the sky. Bubble Cat's private dream is Used to accommodate their own passengers, they are one of the few intelligent races who are willing to serve as a means of transportation for others.

It's just that the Bubble Cats have no fixed place to live, and can only rely on luck and winning their trust to provide this kind of convenience.

Rachel, Tavia and Kasalia are in Bubble Cat's dream at this time, but it feels more like they are in Bubble Cat's belly, and the outside scenery can be clearly seen all around. It's no different than flying in mid-air.

Between the blue sky and the endless wilderness, a fat cat soars in the sky, its white fur dancing in the wind.

I can't contact Fenmu again, what happened? Rachel asked depressedly.

Isn't that another psychic turbulence happening? Kasalia had heard about this from Silune.

The nun doctor seemed to have passed away, sitting there with her chin in her hands, silently waiting for the arrival of the destination like a statue.

Rachel was worried about what happened to Fenmu. The succubus' intuition told her that she might have more competitors.

It shouldn't be. The psychic turbulence is still relatively rare. Granville has appeared before, but it was at least fifty years ago. It cannot be brought about because the compatibility between dreams and reality is slightly serious. There may be more turbulent weather, but it won’t come every once in a while like wind and rain.”

Bubble cat Alulu sneezed and said:

It should be psychic turbulence. Although this place is still far away from the turbulent area, Alulu can already smell the cold! My friends who came back a few days ago mentioned that there was a psychic turbulence. She ran away quickly after it was over, but she didn't expect to show up again so soon.

Will it have any impact on your flight? Kasalia touched the wall, pretending to be touching the other person's belly, but in reality it was just the boundary of a private dream.

It's not the case now, but if the psychic turbulence is mixed with too much frost breath, I'm afraid I won't be able to continue flying. The best way is to find a place to hide first. The last psychic turbulence It didn’t last long, and this time will probably be no exception, Ah Sneeze——!”

In the end, the three of them chose to stop at the boundary of the influence of the psychic turbulence, because the bubble cat Alulu refused to fly any further, so they could only land to see the situation.

Tavia originally wanted to break into the psychic turbulence area on foot, but she was held back by Kasalia:

Tavia, calm down. You may feel that walking there during this period will save a lot of time, but there are a lot of troubles in the helpless zone. Sometimes if you get involved, you may have to spend a lot of time to solve them. Then The gain outweighs the loss.”

Is that so? We are not weak. It is because the other party is afraid of us after entering. Tavia has not yet let go of her reckless thoughts.

Bubble Cat has returned to its original compact appearance, no different from a fat domestic cat. She also helped to speak:

Your thoughts are too foreign. People who cannot be brought here are greedy for life and fear of death. But above the fear of life and death, 'interesting' may be what they are more interested in, and it can even drive them more than money. If Rumors such as 'a certain lord is having an affair with a strange creature' have been spread. Even if there is a danger of life and death, people who can't get there may flock to it, and then cooperate sincerely to commit suicide together.

Judging from this example, maybe something like this really happened, but except for Rachel, no one present had any experience of going to the Lawless Zone, because it was really too far away. The only succubus maid with extensive experience, most of her experience has not been updated for a long time.

In her impression, many areas were desert areas that used to be forests, oases, wetlands and the like.

Rachel thought for a moment, and then confirmed her thoughts to Bubble Cat:

Alulu, can you go around somewhere else? Just keep walking along the boundary of the psychic turbulence. Maybe you can reach a place closer?

Bubble Cat's chubby body floats in mid-air:

No, no, no, this time it's a wide-area psychic turbulence. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to feel it from such a distance. If I want to reach a certain turning point, I might be able to feel the wide-area psychic turbulence. It’s further than your journey to Granville.”

Jumping left and right on the edge of the turbulent flow of psychic energy, feeling the feeling of the psychic energy being suppressed to death, Rachel and others had no choice but to follow the advice of tour guide Alulu.

However, here in the wilderness, there are only solitary cactus and strange hanging rocks. It is difficult to find a place to rest. But this kind of thing is not difficult for Bubble Cat. This is a race that travels everywhere. She probably remembers that there is a bar station more than ten kilometers away, which can provide temporary accommodation and food.

Of course, don't expect great conditions.

All the way to the Wilderness Bar, except for the word wine on the old signboard, everything else has been wiped out by the wind and sand to the point of being unreal. Just looking at the facade will make people subconsciously think, The wine here may have sand. impression.

A dusty earth dragon was tied to the door. Of course, this so-called earth dragon was just a mutated large lizard, but this also meant that besides them, someone else had already visited here.

Several people walked in. The shop owner was a middle-aged man from the lizard tribe. His red skin looked like a grilled lobster.

Hey! I'm a rare guest. Please take a seat. Do you need any drinks? But here we only have wine and milk. Water is more expensive.

Water is fine. Please prepare the best room. Rachel threw out a heavy money bag.

In terms of money, they are not short of money. On the way here, they always encounter some bandits who do not know whether to fight or steal money.

Another group of guests sitting in the corner were three succubus girls. They looked at each other, and they all saw incredible surprise in each other's eyes!

The source of this surprise is Rachel - the sixth level! Are there any such powerful compatriots in the Succubus tribe? Why have they never heard of this tribesman?