✓ Operating log of the Tavern of the Dead

47

Seeing the Sighing Banshee float out of the window, Raphael picked up her sword again and nodded at Susie: "Although I think you are okay, but will you confirm it one last time?"

Susie: Huh?

When she heard this, she suddenly felt a thrill, and subconsciously stood up straight and waited: "Yes!"

The Death Knight is very talkative most of the time, as long as he doesn't hold a sword.

He used to be able to press Kevin with his scabbard, but now he is not necessarily inferior to him with a wooden sword, and Kevin is defeated day after day. Raphael was very patient with Susie, but he was still as strict as the dean when he arrived at the school.

So translating his words is kind of like: empty the desk, this class has an exam.

It is even worse, after all, under normal circumstances, the test results will not be released on the spot, and the parents who signed the papers will not be the same person as the correction teacher.

Susie: What will happen in the mine will be put aside first, and this one is more important in front of you.

On the other side, Winnie landed gently beside the dragon's horns, sighing that the banshee's white dress was like a mist, hazy and unpredictable.

Aldro's soul flickered, and he exhaled softly, "You've changed a lot, Winnie.

"Huh?" The banshee replied lightly, bent down at a particularly peculiar angle, and asked slowly, "Is this not good now?"

The dragon thought seriously for a moment and shook his head: "No, it's good.

He honestly said, "You can go to more places now, right?" I'll be able to fly with you.

"yes." Winnie floated a little, spun in circles, hummed a short tune, and asked, "I can still go to the mine with you."

"Wow." Aldro started slapping his tail again, "That's good.

"There used to be a lot of good stuff there, but now it seems that there are no more," he said.

When the dragon and the banshee were catching up, the little animals that had been lying on the ground woke up one after another.

Coco kicked her legs, rolled over in a daze, and muttered, "I think I had a dream..."

The picture in the dream is gentle and tactful, but it is like a bubble that cannot be grasped, and it quickly slips away from the memory at the moment of opening the eyes, leaving no trace. The puppy man sat up, shook his head, rubbed his eyes twice, and when he looked up, he saw the Sighing Banshee floating in mid-air.

She froze.

The Banshee of Sighs' appearance is completely out of touch with the popular aesthetic, but she will definitely be the queen of crazy nightmares, crazy, dangerous, hysterical. As soon as the puppyman's gaze met her, it was as if he had been cleaved by a wet blade and nailed to the spot. She let out an uncontrollable scream, puffing up her hair and baring her teeth.

The other critters were stunned as well. They were a little less courageous, and they all huddled together involuntarily and trembled.

And Winnie floated down, and the banshee came up to the little animal, and said with a smile, "Well, it's an old orc cub." So scared?

She smiled at the children, who were trembling even more because of her approach, and smiled more gently: "Am I not beautiful now?"

Quite different from her appearance, the banshee's voice was soft, ethereal, like an early spring mist, and it was easy to recall some particularly beautiful imagery: new leaves, stamens, dewdrops, or whatever.