Chapter 1749 The Night of the Resting Place

Under the night of the old world, the resting place is still as peaceful as before.

In the mass grave, a small shop with bright lights is playing melodious music.

Through the curtain of the shop, you can vaguely see a pair of slender and white legs leaning against the chair, with pink nails on the jade feet with distinct joints and soft light.

When the music of the serenade was played to the end, there was suddenly some movement outside.

Among the messy tombstones, there was a stone lid of a coffin, which was pushed open by a pair of hands. Amid the clanging, the tomb knight in armor woke up from the coffin.

Although sleeping in the coffin, the tomb knight's armor was not dusty. The armor had some damaged lines due to the battle before death, but it was still very shiny, and could even reflect the moonlight in the sky countless years ago.

The Grave Knight walked to the door of the only lighted shop, half-knelt on the ground, and respectfully said, "Shopkeeper."

"Come in." After a long time, a female voice came from behind the curtain. Her voice was very elegant and lazy, with a kind of sexy charm that was not gender-specific. There was also a hint of mystery, which made people unconsciously want to explore.

The Grave Knight lifted the cloth and immediately revealed the face of the owner of the pair of beautiful legs inside.

Big wavy curly hair, slender and flying eyes, slightly thick lips, and a small red mole on the lips. The appearance is not extremely beautiful, but it fits her temperament very well, full of sexiness and mystery.

"Shopkeeper, I sensed the vibration of the ground in the distance, and without any hesitation, I came to the resting place. I think there should be a customer." The Grave Knight walked into the small shop and half-knelt on the ground. In front of him was the small and round beautiful feet; even though the Grave Knight had been dead for many years, looking at the scenery in front of him, he was still a little dazzled.

The Grave Knight waited for a long time, but did not get a response. He looked up in confusion.

But the shop owner was playing with the ring on his little finger. The shape of the ring was a snake biting its tail. He knew that the name of this ring was Uyuboros, and it was the shop owner's favorite treasure. Once, a customer wanted to exchange it, but the shop owner refused. Over the years, as long as the customer paid the corresponding price, the shop owner would basically not refuse the other party's transaction, but that time was a rare refusal. From this, we can see the shop owner's love for the ring.

The Grave Knight remembered that this ring seemed to be exchanged by a human to the shop owner.

The Grave Knight noticed that the reason why the shop owner did not respond was that she was playing with the ring while looking in a certain direction, as if looking at something.

The Grave Knight was worried that the shop owner was thinking about something big, and originally planned to continue asking, but now he dared not even breathe.

This silence lasted until... the music changed.

The beautiful serenade suddenly changed, and the passionate voice vibrated the eardrums, as if a thunderbolt hit the clear sky, and the beautiful night began to storm.

This is a symphony, and the sound comes from a unique crystal harp on the table. Like Uyuboros, it was exchanged by the human to the shop owner.

In this exciting symphony, Balalaika finally came to her senses. She reached out and touched the crystal harp, and the music stopped immediately.

Balalaika turned off the music box, picked up the pipe on the small shelf, took a deep puff, and said in a charming way: "What did you say just now?"

The Grave Knight hurriedly repeated what he said before.

"Are there guests coming?" Balalaika narrowed her eyes and looked in a certain direction. When she saw the visitor, her eyes became darker: "I know."

"Shop owner, do you need me to greet him?" The Grave Knight asked.

"No, an acquaintance." After saying that, Balalaika stood up, gave up the seat that would be given to the guest later, walked to the other side of the table, and took out two wine glasses and a bottle of red liquid from the counter below.

Balalaika poured the wine by herself, humming a tune.

The Grave Knight had been following Balalaika for a long time, so he knew very well that her mood was up. Even if he asked something, he would not care as long as it was not a sensitive matter.

"Shopkeeper, did you see anything just now?" Grave Knight could not help asking.

Balalaika poured the wine, glanced at Grave Knight with her beautiful eyes, and smiled: "I just sensed a familiar fluctuation, which made me feel a little emotional."

Familiar fluctuation? Grave Knight did not understand what Balalaika meant.

"Is it a previous guest?"

Balalaika shook her head: "No, it used to be a lord-level existence, but later, it seemed to become a guest's magic pet."

Lord-level existence? This is even comparable to some demon gods, and it has become a guest's magic pet?

Who could it be? Grave Knight felt a little confused.

When the Grave Knight was hesitating whether to ask, a clear male voice came from outside: "If you say Toby is Angel's pet, I think Angel will be very angry, because in his opinion, he and Toby are the best partners."

The Grave Knight turned his head in surprise, and saw a young man walking in from outside.

Before this, the Grave Knight had no sense of someone behind him! It was not until he turned his head that he heard the footsteps of the young man, which were the same frequency he had heard in the coffin before, that is, this young man was the guest.

However, he could hear the other person's voice just now, but he didn't notice that the person had entered the resting place. This was obviously illogical, unless the person's strength had reached a very powerful level, and he had made a sound just to inform himself that he was here.

When the young man passed by the grave knight, he nodded slightly to him, and then sat opposite Balalaika.

"Revived witch, long time no see."

Balalaika smiled faintly, handed the wine that had been poured to the other party, and then looked at his face: "Since you have changed your body, why do you still use this face? Aren't you worried that the Lord of No Flame will come to trouble you?"

After a pause, Balalaika took a sip of the wine and called out the name of the visitor in a slight voice: "Olusia."

Olusia, the descendant of the former Lord of No Flame.

Orusia: "I'm used to seeing this face in the mirror, and I'm a little uncomfortable with the change, so I changed it back. Besides, I'm not worried about being found by the Lord of No Flame. After all, He is now... too busy to take care of himself."

Balalayka thought about it and felt that what Orusia said was right. The Lord of No Flame's true spirit fell, his true body absconded, and even his real name was casually mentioned by people without fear of retaliation. Under such circumstances, it is indeed impossible for him to cause trouble to Orusia, after all, Orusia has now abandoned the blood and flesh of the former descendant of the demon god.

"Although you don't have the flesh of the past, your strength doesn't seem to be affected."

"I always thought that I was born dependent on blood, but now I think that blood may have shackled my future. At least I am living freely now, and I should thank Angel for this." Orusia said with a smile.

Hearing the familiar name, Balalaika's mood was rarely good, so he took the initiative to ask about Orusia's purpose.

"You didn't come here to reminisce with me this time, did you?"

Olusia nodded, restrained his expression, and said solemnly: "I have something I want to ask."

"What is it?"

"About... Asgard."