The people on the Darkness Continent didn't know what was happening on the six continents.
Swordgrass Plains.
The night sky was filled with stars, drawing out many resplendent galaxies. However, there was no trace of the moon.
The starlight shone down on the plains that swayed with the wind, dyeing it with a layer of frost.
On a piece of flat ground that had been hollowed out, a bonfire was lit.
The fuel was the roots of the swordgrass, which had the characteristic of being easily flammable. However, the sharp leaves weren't suitable for starting a fire.
At the edge of the flat ground, there were many leaves of the swordgrass.
These leaves were as sharp as swords, hence the name.
With just a gentle push from the wind, an ordinary person's body would be split into two.
However, with the defense of a telekinesis ability user, they would be able to easily defend against the sharp swordgrass.
Above the bonfire, there was a piece of meat the size of a small car hanging.
The oil that flowed out from the burning of the meat slid down the edge of the meat and into the bonfire. The spices that were scattered evenly on the meat were roasted at high temperatures, instantly emitting a deep fragrance.
Before the bonfire, Don Furio was casually sitting cross-legged. The hood on his head was removed, revealing a head of short gray hair. His face was filled with the traces of time, but his eyes were bright and full of spirit, which was incompatible with his aged face.
On the other side of the bonfire, the skeleton man sat upright and still. Occasionally, he would carefully glance at Don Furio who was focused on the meat.
If it was anyone else, they would be attracted by this piece of barbecued meat that emitted a deep fragrance. However, the skeleton man's favorite item wasn't meat. Therefore, he chose to ignore it.
From the appearance of the giant beast, to him recognizing the other party's identity, to now, the skeleton man only spoke one sentence. After that, he didn't have the chance to speak again. As for Don Furio, he only spoke a few sentences.
"Oh?"
"Sit down."
"Wait for dinner."
Therefore, the skeleton man sat down obediently and watched as Don Furio cleared out a piece of flat ground at lightning speed. Then, with a technique so familiar that it could catch one's attention, he pulled out a bifurcated bone from the bird's hind leg and skewered a large piece of meat.
When night fell, the scene before his eyes appeared.
From the start of the bonfire until now, Don Furio didn't say a word. As for the skeleton man, he didn't even dare to breathe loudly, let alone ask about Don Furio's motive.
Perhaps this was fate.
Before he absorbed the silver-haired woman, even if he subconsciously wanted to speak, it would only be the sound of his teeth chattering.
However, after he absorbed the silver-haired woman's "nutrients," perhaps his strength had increased. Back then, even though he was in an incomplete state, he was still able to produce sounds through the red light. Now that he had completely absorbed the silver-haired woman's "nutrients," speaking complete syllables was like drinking water.
It was precisely because of this that he subconsciously called out Otobrix's name the moment he saw him.
If he hadn't called out his name, based on Otobrix's behavior, he might have let him go.
He could only say that this was indeed fate.
When he was in the Medusa Forest, absorbing the silver-haired woman's severed arm was the inevitable result. From there, he grasped the technique of using the red light to communicate with Law. Then, he connected it to the current encounter with Otofuri …
Patter.
The oil dripped into the bonfire and exploded slightly. A strange fragrance spread out.
The skeleton man looked at the burning bonfire in silence and thought sorrowfully that his luck was really bad recently.
In the past, when he was "running amok" in the Dark Continent, when had he ever been so passive?
Over the years, the humans or humanoids he encountered, which one of them was not weaker than him?
But what was going on recently? First, he encountered the terrifying Law, and then he finally regained his freedom, but now he was reunited with Otofuri here?
The skeleton man knew very well that whether it was Law or Otofuri, they were both existences that he couldn't afford to provoke.
Therefore, even if he was unwilling, he had to adapt to the situation and cooperate with the other party obediently, putting himself in a completely passive situation.
After a while, Otofuri, who had been sitting cross-legged for a long time, suddenly moved. He pulled out the barbecue meat and bit off a large piece of meat without fear of the hot temperature.
Crack.
The yellowish and shiny skin made a slight cracking sound, and the meat juice suddenly overflowed. The rich aroma accompanied by the high-temperature white smoke drifted around.
Otofuri tore off pieces of meat from the freshly baked barbecue without stopping at all. It was as if the temperature had no effect on him at all.
Their eating habits had been fixed for a long time, causing the skeletons to only be interested in bones.
However, Otofuri's bold eating posture attracted the skeleton man's appetite.
In less than a minute, the freshly baked meat was eaten by Otofuri, leaving only a bone.
"The best time to taste is always the moment when the ingredients turn into delicious food."
Otofuri whispered to himself and immediately threw the bone to the skeleton man. The latter caught it subconsciously.
"After eating, let's talk."
The skeleton man looked at Otofuri in a daze. After a while, he looked down at the bone in his hand. His expression was quite bitter, but the skeleton face couldn't see it.
Without pausing for too long, the skeleton man obediently gnawed the bone.
Unexpectedly, the taste was surprisingly good. The spices mixed by Otofuri were so overbearing that even the bone was tasty.
Otofuri quietly watched the skeleton man swallow the bone in two or three bites, and then slowly asked: "How do you know my name? How did you recognize me? It's okay if you don't want to answer, I won't do anything to you. "
"… …"
The skeleton man was silent for a few seconds.
The familiar words obviously couldn't make him believe.
So, he explained very cooperatively: "I got your name from a human team because they are looking for you. The reason I recognized you is because I have seen you before, but you didn't notice me."
Otofuri nodded slightly, his eyes reflecting the fire.
"A human team …"
He muttered, and another human team appeared in his mind — Bujand's team.
"In that team, there is a man named Kim, he should be your descendant."
Compared to the murderous aura during the day, Otofuri, who was sitting cross-legged now, was like a dying old man who was used to sitting in the yard after dinner. He wasn't a threat for the time being.
Even so, the skeleton man didn't dare to slack off.
"How do you conclude?"
Otofuri asked with a smile.
The skeleton man shook his head.
"Bark, restore."
Then, Higashi said two words that seemed to have no relation to each other.
The red light in the skeleton man's eyes suddenly fluctuated.
"You have an impression?"
Otofuri asked.
"Yes, they call it lichen."
Hearing this, Otofuri slowly closed his eyes, and after a while, he slowly opened them again with a smile on his face.
He suddenly got up, which scared the skeleton man.
"Finally … it's here."
Otofuri raised his head, and the starlight engraved into his eyes.
Through a piece of lichen, he confirmed the identity of the so-called descendant.
.....
Fourth Dimensional Apartment.
Law, who had been sleeping for a long time, finally woke up.
The good news was that the headache was gone.
Law opened his eyes and let out a long breath.
The first moment he woke up, his mind sank into the white smoke font space.
The black and white ball that represented the memories of the restorer was still hovering there.
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