Xia Lin maintained the note of "Clean Sweep Homerun", leaning on the ground with his long sword, and wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead with his other hand, grinning, revealing a mouth of white teeth that were particularly conspicuous by the dust.
"Every missed swing," he paused deliberately, imitating the tone of a legend from some distant world, "Gets me closer to the next home run!"
"Stop being so pretty." Sera's voice came from the side at the right time. She paused and swept the tip of her tail briskly behind her, "Don't think I didn't see it. The gesture you just made was more like a drunken Dwarf performing a juggling act than swinging a bat."
Xia Lin was not angry, stood up and stretched his muscles.
He lowered his head and looked at the pile of stone statue remains on the ground that exuded a weak aura of negative energy. "This kind of old monster, God knows if even a stone scum can get up and dance again."
He took out all the remaining Holy Water from Space Bag.
"Help, Sera, let's give this "Stone Statue Lady" a good bath and give her a ride."
Without any further delay, the two men unscrewed the wax seal of the clay pot and poured the Holy Water, which exuded the sacred aura, onto each of the remains of the stone statue without hesitation.
"Zi la--" Green smoke rose along with the pungent smell, and the stones that were still shining with the faint blue Soul Fire's afterglow completely lost all energy fluctuations under the baptism of Holy Water.
Xia Lin dug out two more sturdy shovels and handed them to Sera: "To be on the safe side, do you want to do some physical training?"
Sera took the shovel and weighed it. "I'm happy to help."
So, in this ancient cemetery that had witnessed countless deaths, a man and a woman, wielding shovels, smashed the remains of the Legendary Mage Agnos stone statue to pieces, completely eliminating any possibility of "resurrection".
As the twisted will of Agnos completely dissipated, the [Human Stasis Spell] previously imposed on Freya was also lifted.
The blond girl took a deep breath and regained her ability to move. There was still fear in her blue eyes.
She first looked at the messy battlefield around her and the pile of smashed rocks with some confusion, and then her eyes fell on Xia Lin and Sera.
"Man... thank you both for your life-saving grace." Freya held up his skirt and gave an impeccable curtsy to the two of them. However, when his eyes glanced at Xia Lin's dusty face, his cheeks were slightly red, which seemed a little unnatural.
She didn't say much, and immediately turned around and ran towards Baroque, who was not far away but didn't know whether she was alive or dead.
"Uncle Baroque! How are you?" She called anxiously, and hurriedly took out a crystal clear crystal bottle from the Space Bag that seemed to be made of some kind of flexible Dragon Skin and inlaid with finely chopped Magic Crystal.
The bottle contains a liquid as gorgeous as melted ruby, exuding a rich breath of life.
"One look at high-end goods." Xia Lin whispered to Sera from the side, "Look at her, she is not afraid at all that we will seek wealth and death."
"Interesting phrase." Sera glanced at him, "Have you ever thought about it that way?"
"No, that's what I said." Xia Lin immediately denied it, but his eyes involuntarily glanced at Freya's bulging Space Bag.
Freya carefully fed the ruby-like medicine into Baroque's mouth.
The potion melted in the mouth, and Baroque's burly body shook violently, letting out a painful groan. The collapsed injury on his chest began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his face gradually turned rosy.
"Cough... cough... Miss..." Baroque opened his eyes, his voice was weak but full of concern, "You... are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Uncle Baroque, how do you feel?" Freya cried with joy.
"I can't die..." Baroque struggled to sit up.
Freya walked quickly to Roland and fed him another bottle of the same medicine.
However, after taking the potion, Roland still had his eyes closed, his face was like gold paper, and he showed no signs of waking up.
"How could this happen?" Freya suddenly panicked.
Sera walked forward, squatted down, stretched out his gloved fingertips, and lightly tapped the unfortunate guy's forehead, rolled his eyelids, and then stood up, speaking calmly, "The physical injuries are recovering, but his spirit has been severely shocked, and his soul is like a frightened bird, curling up and refusing to return."
Freya heard this and nodded thoughtfully.
She took a deep breath, gently placed her hand on Roland's forehead, and closed her eyes.
A soft, ethereal song, as bright as the moonlight, slowly flowed from her lips.
The song has neither gorgeous words nor complex melodies, but it carries an indescribable power to soothe people's hearts. It is like a mother's lullaby or a clear spring in the forest, washing away the fatigue and fear deep in the listener's soul.
Xia Lin I just felt that the singing was pleasant to my ears, and the tension and anger caused by the killings in the past few days dissipated a lot.
As the singing continued, Roland's frown gradually relaxed, and some color returned to his pale face. He let out a slight groan and slowly opened his eyes.
"Miss... I... am I still alive?"
The singing stopped, and Freya's face turned a little pale. It was obvious that this song consumed her a lot.
Under Freya's explanation, Xia Lin and Sera finally understood what just happened.
He deliberately did not mention that he and Sera had entered the catacombs, but vaguely said that we happened to pass by this place.
Baroque stepped forward and said a standard Knight's Salute to Xia Lin and Sera: "No matter what, Allendale Family will always bear your kindness in mind. May I ask your names? I will thank you deeply in the future!"
"Xia Lin·Toremo." Xia Lin stated his name calmly.
Sera remained silent and just nodded slightly in response.
Freya walked up to Xia Lin with sincere gratitude on his face. "Mr. Xia Lin, thank you for your bravery just now. This thin sword was given to me by my father on my birthday last year. It is a little bit of my heart. Please accept it."
She took off the thin sword from her waist that was inlaid with gems and had an ornate scabbard, and handed it over with both hands.
[Item: Ceremonial Rapier]
[Quality: Fine+]
[Evaluation: Exquisite workmanship, gorgeous decoration, symbolic significance is greater than practical value.]
Roland limped over and saw Freya looking at Xia Lin with some admiration and gratitude. Then he glanced at Xia Lin's leather armor stained with blood and dust, jealousy and disdain flashed in his eyes.
He said in a sinister tone, "Hmph, to be personally thanked by Miss Freya and to receive a sword as a gift is already a great blessing for you low-level adventurers. Why don't you accept it with gratitude?"
When Baroque heard this, his face darkened and he shouted sternly, "Roland! Shut up! Don't be rude! Mr. Xia Lin and this Lady are our saviors!"
Freya also hurriedly bowed his hands and said to Xia Lin with an apologetic face, "Mr. Xia Lin, please don't mind, he... he is just not in a good mood."
Roland's words ruined all Xia Lin's good mood today.
"Blessing?" Xia Lin pushed the thin sword back, "Sorry, I really don't care about this kind of "blessing". You can keep the sword for yourself. Let's go, Sera!"
He turned around and left, too lazy to say any more nonsense to these guys.
Ignore the calls of Freya and Baroque to stay.
Sera's voice suddenly sounded in Xia Lin's mind, with her unique coldness. "I know you just wanted to be cool and deliberately looked dismissive. In fact, your heart is bleeding, that rapier is not cheap."
Xia Lin paused, cursing in his heart that this Tiefling is really getting better at reading minds.
"But," Sera continued to use Telepathy, "don't you think... it's a bit too coincidental for them to be so unlucky? I always feel that the trajectory of this matter... has something to do with the "Soul Devouring Flower" we pulled out before."
Xia Lin heard this and blurted out. "Impossible! Then Graveyard Ghost..."
"What? Graveyard Ghost?" An urgent voice came from behind, interrupting Xia Lin's words.