The flawless white forehead, the pretty eyes that look forward to life, and the attractive red lips with a slight curvature under the high bridge of the nose.

The delicate face that was originally a delicate beauty has now lost its color, her desperate and confused eyes have become stagnant, her crimson cheeks have also lost their color, and only her slightly opened red lips seem to be saying something.

The tauren Cyril, who held Winnie's head in his arms, had tears in his eyes falling on Winnie's cheek one by one, and then slowly fell down, as if both of them were crying.

After only uttering a desperate roar, the tauren Cyril stopped making any sound, but looked at Winnie with gentle eyes, and wiped Winnie's cheek with his thick fingers, trying to wipe it away.

Wipe away the solidified and dried blood stains.

But as if he was afraid of hurting Winnie, the more the tauren Cyril wiped Winnie's cheek with trembling fingers, the more her fair cheeks became more ugly. The blood stains that had dried long ago,

Instead, it spread, making Winnie's delicate face look a little sad.

Jonas slowly walked to the side of the tauren Cyril, with sadness in his eyes. "Cyril, don't be like this..."

Slowly stopping the futile wiping, the Minotaur Cyril's voice became extremely calm. "Sir, how many years have Winnie and I followed you?"

"You have been following me for almost a hundred years, and when little Winnie was brought to me, she was still a little girl with sky-high braids." She sat down opposite the tauren Cyril, feeling a little sad.

Jonas fell into memories. "It's been almost thirty years. The little girl back then has slowly grown up, become beautiful, and quirky. She has become able to make fun of people and be happy."

He can make people angry, he can act coquettishly, he can..."

"She liked to sit behind me and play with me by the horns..."

"Little Winnie's talent is very good. She became a knight at the age of nine and was promoted to a grand knight at the age of fourteen..."

"She likes to pester me and ask me to tell her stories about the tribe..."

"Little Winnie cried for two days because she couldn't win over the followers of the old guy in the association..."

"She said she would accompany me back to the tribe to have a look. See where I lived when I was a child..."

"All the young people who met her liked her and took care of her, but all the love letters to her were burned by little Winnie..."

Jonas and Cyril the Minotaur were sitting opposite each other, both of them looking directly at Winnie's head. They were talking to each other, but there was nothing wrong with them.

The dizziness caused by the lack of mana made Raymond feel even more unable to hold on when faced with such a strange scene.

Raymond, who winked at Hobson and called him over, said softly and very tiredly, "Hobson, I want to enter meditation to restore my mana."

"Lord Raymond, don't worry." Hobson sat down and blocked Raymond behind his back. He quickly pulled out his long knife and wiped it carefully.

After using the "Wizard's Eye" spell and letting the chip take over the control of the spell, Raymond closed his eyes and wanted to enter meditation, but Winnie's confused eyes always flashed in front of him.

Winnie, a young, beautiful and childlike beauty, had only been in contact for a short time, but her passionate and implicit relationship with Cyril, the minotaur, made Raymond feel as if something was stuck in his chest.

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However, the feeling of fatigue that came over him like a tide finally made him successfully enter meditation. It was as if he had entered a deep sleep. It was extremely rare for Raymond to enter the deepest level of meditation in such a harsh environment.

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The body seemed to have fallen into nothingness, and the swarming energy particles from all around were attracted into Raymond's body. While quickly making up for Raymond's lack of mana, it was also nourishing his body, improving his system, and strengthening it.

with his genes.

Unbeknownst to Raymond, the prokaryotic cells of the spores that gathered in his chest underwent some changes when these energy particles entered his body.

The prokaryotic cells without nuclei slowly squirmed, and the gene chains belonging to the male and female spores began to fuse rapidly, slowly causing slight mutations in the genes of this strange plant.

I don't know how long it took, until an unusually full feeling appeared all over my body, and then Raymond woke up.

Hobson, who was wiping the long knife, still had the meticulous expression that he remembered for the last time. The wiping cloth he held in his hand slowly moved on the blade. Under the illumination of the spell, the entire blade shone.

With a chilling cold light.

Jonas and Cyril the Minotaur, who were sitting face to face, no longer spoke. They seemed to be petrified. Their eyes were focused on Winnie's head in front of them, with strange confusion in their expressions.

After quickly retrieving the video data recorded by the chip, Raymond realized that nearly thirty hours had passed since he entered meditation.

Shocked, Raymond quickly asked the chip to sort out the previously recorded videos, and soon the chip's statistical data appeared in his sight.

Cyril, the tauren, who was sitting across from him, spoke for five hours before finally closing his mouth.

Jonas, on the other hand, spoke for nearly seven hours before finally stopping.

And for the rest of the time, the two of them sat there facing each other, staring at Winnie's head in a daze.

It was just that Jonas had checked Winnie's backpack during this period, and also ate two activated red fruits to resist the stubborn diseases in his body.

His eyes couldn't help but focus on Winnie's backpack, which had been soaked with blood and turned into a dark brown backpack. According to the chip analysis results, there should be no more than five activated red fruits in it.

"Lord Raymond, are you awake?" Jonas, who still hadn't made any movement, suddenly spoke. "How are you recovering?"

"Not bad, the effect of meditation is better than outside."

"There should be at least forty undead creatures outside. What do you think about getting out of trouble?" Jonas, with a hoarse and low voice and a slight stoop on his back, gave Raymond a sense of vicissitudes of life for a moment.

Feeling.

Raymond, who frowned, thought about the words carefully and answered cautiously. "There is no way at the moment."

Jonas sighed, stood up suddenly, and slowly came to Raymond. After sitting down, he looked directly into Raymond's eyes and said word by word. "If you can't leave here within three days,
Chapter completed!