Under the night sky of the Old World, the Land of Rest was still as peaceful as before.
In the middle of the mass grave, there was a small shop with bright lights. Melodious music was coming from it.
Through the curtain of the shop, one could vaguely see a pair of slender and fair legs leaning against a chair. On the jade-like feet with distinct joints, the pink fingernails glowed softly.
When the serenade came to an end, there was suddenly some movement in the outside world.
Among the messy tombstones, the stone lid of a coffin was pushed open by a pair of hands. Clang! Clang! Clang! A Grave Knight in armor woke up from the coffin.
Although he slept in the coffin, the Grave Knight's armor did not have a trace of dust. The armor had some damaged lines due to the battle before his death, but it was still very shiny. It could even reflect the moonlight from countless years ago in the sky.
The Grave Knight walked to the entrance of the only shop that was lit up. He 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 languid, with a sex-neutral charm. It also had a hint of mystery, making one unconsciously want to explore it.
The Grave Knight lifted the curtain and immediately revealed the face of the owner of the pair of beautiful legs inside.
Wavy curly hair, slender eyes, slightly thick lips, and a dark red mole beside her lips. Her appearance was not extremely beautiful, but it matched her temperament very well, full of sexiness and mystery.
"Shopkeeper, I sensed a tremor on the surface in the distance, and without any hesitation, I came to the Land of Rest. 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, he was still a little dazzled by the scenery in front of him.
The Grave Knight waited for a long time, but did not receive a response. He looked up in confusion.
He saw the shopkeeper playing with the ring on her little finger. The shape of the ring was like a snake biting its tail. He knew that the name of the ring was Uyu Boros. It was one of the shopkeeper's most beloved treasures. Once, a customer took a fancy to it and wanted to trade, but was rejected by the shopkeeper. After so many years, as long as the customer paid the corresponding price, the shopkeeper would not reject the other party's trade. But that was a rare rejection from her. From this, one could see the shop owner's love for rings.
The Grave Knight remembered that this ring seemed to have been exchanged by a human to the shopkeeper.
The Grave Knight noticed that the reason why the shop owner did not respond was because she was playing with the ring while looking in a certain direction, as if she was looking at something.
The Grave Knight was worried that the shop owner was thinking about something important. He originally wanted to continue asking, but now he didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
This silence continued until … the music changed.
The beautiful serenade suddenly changed, and the impassioned sound shook the eardrums. It was as if a thunderbolt had struck on a sunny day, and the beautiful night began to be stormy.
This was a symphony, and the sound came from a unique crystal harp placed on the table. Just like Uyu Boros, this harp had been exchanged with the shop owner by that human.
Balalaika finally came back to her senses. She reached out and touched the crystal harp, and the music stopped immediately.
Balalaika turned off the music box and picked up the pipe on the shelf. She took a deep puff and asked, "What did you just say?"
The Grave Knight hurriedly repeated what he said earlier.
"A customer is here?" Balalaika narrowed her eyes and looked in a certain direction. When she saw the visitor, her eyes became gloomy. "I know."
"Shopkeeper, do you need me to go greet him?" the Grave Knight asked.
"No need, it's an acquaintance." After saying that, Balalaika stood up and gave up the seat for the customer. She walked to the other side of the table and took out two wine glasses and a wine bottle filled with dark red liquid from the counter below.
Balalaika poured herself a cup of wine and hummed a tune.
The Grave Knight had been with Balalaika for a long time, so he knew that her mood was very good. Even if he asked something, as long as it was not sensitive, she would not care.
"Shopkeeper, did you see something just now?" the Grave Knight could not help but ask.
Balalaika finished pouring the wine and glanced at the Grave Knight with her beautiful eyes. She smiled and said, "I just sensed a familiar fluctuation, which made me feel a bit emotional."
Familiar fluctuation? The Grave Knight did not understand what Balalaika meant.
"Is it a previous customer?"
Balalaika shook her head. "No, it used to be a Lord-class existence, but later, it seemed to have become a customer's magic pet."
A Lord-class existence? That was as powerful as some demon gods. And it became a customer's magic pet?
Who could it be? The Grave Knight was puzzled.
As the Grave Knight hesitated, a clear male voice came from outside. "If you say Toby is Angor's magic pet, I think Angor will be very angry. In his opinion, Toby is his best friend."
The Graveyard Knight turned around in surprise and saw a young man walking in from outside.
The Grave Knight did not sense anyone behind him at all! When he turned around, he finally heard the footsteps of the young man, which sounded the same as when he was inside the coffin. In other words, this young man was the customer.
However, he could hear the other party's voice just now, but he did not notice that the other party had entered the resting place. This was clearly illogical, unless this person's strength had already reached an extremely powerful level, and he had only revealed his voice earlier to inform him that he had arrived.
The young man nodded at the Grave Knight and sat down in front of Balalaika.
"Resurrected Witch, long time no see."
Balalaika smiled and handed a glass of wine to the young man. She then looked at the young man's face. "Since you've changed your body, why are you still using this face? Aren't you worried that the Lord of Flameless will come looking for you?"
Pausing for a moment, Balalaika took a sip of the wine and called out the name softly, "Orucia."
Orucia, the descendant of the former Lord of Flameless.
Olucia said, "I got used to seeing this face in the mirror. I wasn't used to the sudden change, so I changed it back. Besides, I'm not worried that the Lord of Flameless will find me. After all, he can't even take care of himself right now. "
Balalaika considered Orucia's words and agreed with her. The Lord of Flameless' truesoul had perished, and his real body had fled. Even his real name was being talked about without fear of retaliation. Under such circumstances, he would not come looking for trouble with Orucia. After all, Orucia had already abandoned her body as a descendant of a demon god.
"You don't have your old body, but it doesn't seem to affect your strength."
"I always thought I relied on my bloodline to survive. But now that I think about it, my bloodline might have shackled my future. At least I'm free now. I should thank Angor for that. "Orucia chuckled.
Balalaika was in a good mood after hearing the familiar name. She decided to ask about Orucia's purpose of visit.
"You didn't come here to talk about old times with me, did you?"
Olucia nodded and said solemnly, "I have something I want to ask you."
"What is it?"
"It's about … Asgard."
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