Chapter 285

Sean walked back to the campfire.

At present, there is only a slave hunting team such as Sean and others in the lookout area. Although the occupied area is not large, there are more than a dozen bonfires. More than 100 people sit around these bonfires. Basically, they can be clearly divided into three small groups. The least number is naturally the more than 20 experienced slave hunters. However, both the bear people and the northern barbarians know Sean's importance to these people, so they naturally won't go to trouble with these slave hunters. Even if the bear people hate slave hunters, they just acquiesced to their companion identity after a battle.

Andre was lucky enough to sit by a campfire with Cecilia and Tina.

This is the center of the whole team and the safest place. Of course, this means a symbol of power.

But Andre also knows why he can sit here. He is no longer a green head, so what should be done and must be done, and what can not be touched. Although being appreciated by a lord can indeed give him a considerable part of privileges, it is also a danger with this privilege, because it is their duty to capture slaves, And the danger of wilderness is the highest in the world.

Just like the slave team leader I met before, I don't know when he died.

Andre still can't forget the sadness of rabbit death and fox sorrow.

Maybe I'm really old—— Andre smiled bitterly, sighed, and drank a mouthful of wine.

Andre gently shakes the tin jug, which depicts some strange patterns. It looks very exquisite. Of course, it is not as practical. A jug like this is about 500ml at most. According to the normal cup volume in the world, it is not enough for a wheat wine cup. This time, Sean prepared a large water bag for everyone according to Andre's suggestion, but it contained spirits with high purity, rather than ordinary ale and rye. Just a sip was enough.

But Andre still brought the wine pot. Sean guessed that the wine pot might have some history.

Of course, he won't ask such questions. Who doesn't have a secret or something to remember?

Sean sat next to Andre and asked, "is it all right to drink so much?"

"Lord, don't worry. You won't delay the business." Andre smiled, "drink some wine to warm up your body. Although it is not in the knife wind zone, the temperature will begin to decrease after fog, and it will be cold in the middle of the night, so it's better to prevent it first And the fog doesn't disperse so fast. It usually doesn't begin to dissipate until afternoon. At that time, we can continue on the road, so we can sleep more. "

The fog didn't dissipate until afternoon. Sean wasn't surprised, because the evil thoughts here were too strong. It was far more terrible than ordinary death.

In the past, Sean's understanding of evil thoughts and death gas in the game was limited to weakening the player's combat ability. It was a skill similar to aura, but the player couldn't master it. But after coming to this world, through the books he read before and some exchanges with Andrew later, Sean realized that in today's real world, evil thoughts and dead gas have a considerable concept and judgment standard, not just a weakening aura like in the game.

"Nothing." Sean waved casually. "It's not important to leave here later, but let's be careful tonight."

"OK." Andre nodded without thinking too much. Although he had not left the wilderness for many years, he had not heard of any accidents in the gorge Rift Valley in recent years. Generally speaking, he was relatively calm, so he was not too worried.

After the real night, the temperature really began to drop more sharply as Andre said, and everything seemed colder.

However, Sean knew that the cold was actually due to the evil thoughts and dead breath in the fog. Although the evil breath could not penetrate because of the barrier of expelling evil, the cold was inevitable. Sean guessed that there must be a function similar to resisting the dead in this enchantment. Otherwise, it is impossible that those ghouls and ghost fires have not appeared. You know, driving away evil is just to make those evil creatures dislike here. If they find that there are other creatures here, they can't stop them even if they don't like them.

"Drink some wine and warm up." Sean handed Cecilia a water bag, but it was not water, but strong wine.

"I'm a magician." Cecilia looked at the water bag and looked pitifully at Sean. Her watery eyes blinked and looked very embarrassed.

There is a rule in the magician's rule that he never drinks.

Because the magician's mental power is very pure, drinking is very addictive, and long-term drinking will be corroded by alcohol, which will affect the magic and mental power, which will damage the magician's strength. Moreover, this damage is permanent. Even if you get rid of alcohol addiction, if you can't recover your mental ability, you will completely lose your ability to be a magician.

Therefore, both academic magicians and magicians of the inheritance School of the mage tower will be strictly restricted.

Cecilia's rejection of alcohol is naturally the same.

But Sean is very clear that alcohol also had an impact on players and magicians in the game, but if it was only occasionally, it would not have any impact. Even some liquids with alcohol can improve the magician's magic and spiritual power, such as the sharp blade modulated by Andrew. Of course, in this world, there is not only a kind of wine that can improve the spiritual ability of magicians, but the remaining things are very difficult to start, which can not be obtained at Sean's current level.

"Drink a little occasionally. It's okay." Sean smiled and said that he was obviously resistant to Cecilia's lovely appearance. "It's too cold here. I don't want you to get cold because of it Besides, even if you lose your magic, will I dislike you? Cecilia of my family is not only capable of being a magician. You are also good at internal affairs and military affairs. "

"But along the way, I've drunk a lot..." Cecilia's mouth tooted and some little grievances. "I've felt that my spiritual power is a little depressed. It takes a long time to purify and restore pure magic and spiritual power."

"Compared with your cold, I hope you're just mentally impaired." Sean pinched Cecilia's face. "If you fall ill here, I'll be very troublesome. Besides, I can't afford you. No matter what Cecilia becomes in the future, I will support you. "

Under Sean's combination of hard and soft, Cecilia finally had a helpless drink of strong wine and immediately choked and coughed.

Sean smiled, patted Cecilia on the back, comforted her, looked at her red face and said with a smile, "do you feel a little warmer now?"

Cecilia nodded slightly, but she seemed to be fleeing, handed back the water bag full of spirits to Sean, and refused to touch it again. This move made Andre, Tina and others send out knowing and kind laughter, which made little Cecilia even more embarrassed.

Perhaps because of the magician, Cecilia began to fight with her eyelids after drinking the wine for a while, and finally fell down slowly and fell asleep.

Sean took off his cloak, folded it into a soft pillow and gently put it on the ground so that Cecilia could sleep more comfortably. When seeing Sean's move, Tina and Andre looked at Sean in some doubt. In such a damn climate and temperature, even bear people almost need to drink to warm their body. Taking off this cloak is not a wise choice for human beings.

"Lord?" Andre said, "we don't have any extra cloaks..."

"No need." Sean shook his head and stood up. "You protect Cecilia. If anything happens... Andre, will you command?"

"I have commanded several battles before." Andre nodded.

As the leader of a slave team, how is it possible not to command the battle? But Sean, as his Lord, certainly couldn't speak so directly, so he explained politely.

"That's good. I'd better arrange a vigil. If there is any problem, go back to the observation tower immediately." Sean thought about it, but he was still a little worried. "The tower is 40 meters high. Although it doesn't look big, it should be OK to accommodate more than 100 people."

Andre and Tina looked at each other, and finally Andre asked, "Lord, you..."

"I'll go outside." Sean grinned.

Hearing Sean's words, Andre's face suddenly changed: "Lord, this can't be. It's too dangerous in the ancient ruins area. Moreover, due to the thick fog, the visibility is too low. Many people can't find their way back after going out..."

"It's all right. I'll leave a mark." Sean said, "and I always think I can find something interesting in this fog area."

"I'll go with you." Tina stood up and said with a serious face.

Sean refused without even thinking, "No."

"Why?" Tina was stunned. "Although the ice and snow and winter church is not a church dedicated to fighting undead creatures, some basic divinities still have a great deterrent to undead creatures. Moreover, I am still a priest with a knife. Fighting is my strength. If I am here, I can definitely help you better."

"I don't need help." Sean said calmly, "if I act alone, it will be more convenient and advantageous. Taking you will only be a burden to me Or do you think your strength is better than me? "

When asked by Sean, Tina was speechless immediately. She couldn't help thinking that when she almost stepped into the golden realm, the three people were easily defeated by Sean, and even she couldn't escape death. But even though she knew Sean was telling the truth at the moment, Tina still felt a little angry.

What a disgusting confession（ To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly ticket at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)