The weather is gloomy, and it makes people feel much more depressed.

Kamiyu has been praying since the morning, hoping that it will not rain today.

They are not far from Morag now.

The pit city known as a plague cage is regarded as a curse by people. In addition to the fixed team of prisoners every quarter, only some bold travelers will come to trade some daily necessities with Morag's senior management.

So the road from the previous city to Morag was full of rugged trails and no decent roads.

Once it rains, these trails will turn into muddy roads that are no different from ponds.

Unfortunately, his prayers did not take effect. Before noon, light drizzles began to fall in the sky.

"How long will we go?"

Kamiyu turned on the rain-proof magic on his robe, dusted off the rainwater in his head, and asked depressedly to Franken walking in front.

"It's almost done, but we're going to another place now."

Although the students and professors of Adrick College had long been accustomed to Franken's abnormal appearance, in order not to cause unnecessary magic outside, Franken changed his eye-catching white coat to the same magic robe as Kamiyu and others. Even the screw on his head used to adjust his tone to be properly stored, and at the same time he used a dark blue cowboy hat to cover up his hair and threaded holes in his temples.

It is precisely because of this that Franken's tone now sounds like no fluctuations, making people feel sad.

"Damn Thorn Thorn Grass, Damn Juechilan..." Tennis, the worst physically in the group, panted and cursed the weeds that made him more difficult to move, while taking the time to ask: "Professor, don't you try to lift the plague curse in the plague cage? Then it's better to go directly to Morag, right?"

Along the way, Franken also selected some of his past experiences and told them about it.

Franken did not answer him directly, but quickly drilled into the bushes on the side of the road.

Several little guys looked at each other and finally followed in helplessly.

Then what caught their eyes was a cemetery.

Or, it used to be a cemetery.

At this time, the ground of this cemetery was covered with weeds, and the graves inside had already looked broken due to disrepair. Some bones that were probably dug out by animals could be seen everywhere. Coupled with the sparse light rain, it highlighted the feeling of desolation.

Franken identified the words on the tombstone and slowly marched between the two rows of graves.

Because it was the first time I saw a desolate grave, even Ridel Camieu and others couldn't help feeling distressed, let alone Dorothy - now the girl was hiding behind Kamieu, pulling Kamieu's neck of clothes, and tremblingly with her eyes closed.

Soon, Franken stopped in front of a missing corner of the tombstone.

Riddle, who was following behind him, looked boldly, and the tombstone was engraved with something sharp, "Spice Master Aijar Lomiwei is here forever, and no one can disturb her eternal sleep - Frankenstein who loves her".

The words of Xiumen on the tombstone, which are as crooked as the words of the child learning, are not as good as those of the tombs on both sides, which are still exquisite in the tombs on both sides.

But did Franken seem to have seen some rare treasure? He took off the cowboy hat with his left hand and placed it on his chest, while constantly stroking the words over and over with his thin right hand.

"I had returned here before Morag had been sunk into the ground, wanting to see my wife and children. But what I saw was Aijar's simple funeral..."

After a while, Franken said slowly: "I came here to erect a tombstone for Aijar after everyone left. At that time, in order to solve the source of the plague, I studied a lot of undead magic, and even had the idea of ​​resurrecting Aijar in the form of a undead more than once."

The sound without any ups and downs and surrounding environment fully rendered the atmosphere of the story, and the little guys couldn't help but wait for Franken to continue talking.

"In the end, I suppressed that thought. The undead is not a complete existence. They are bound by various factors, unable to remain peaceful or sleep, and experience the pain of their will inflicting in the fire of the soul day after day." Franken looked at his hand, as if he was explaining something: "I cannot make Aijar look like that for my own selfishness. Let her return to the embrace of the Mother of the Earth without any worries, which is more delightful to me than to become that ugly existence."

"Professor..." Kamiyu, who seemed to understand, discovered for the first time that the professor, who was so afraid of him, had such a thin back.

It was like a shriveled old man who had exhausted his life's hard work, raising all his dreams and hopes, leaving only empty shells.

His throat was a little dry and he didn't know what to say. The other little guys were all the same.

"Who are you! What are you doing here?"

Suddenly, a strange man's shout came from the east.

Kamiyu and the others turned their heads and found that they were a soldier wearing half-armored armor.

Judging from the opponent's half-body armor style, it is probably Morag's guard.

Just when Kamiyu was still having a headache about how to communicate with each other, the soldier felt despised because Franken had no reaction to his words. He still half-kneeled in front of the tombstone and constantly stroked the broken tombstone.

"This is Morag, no one can get close to you! If you don't get out quickly, be careful I'll throw you into that plague cage!"

He drew his sword and waved it bluffed.

Then he saw the white-haired man in a long robe standing up from the tombstone and turning his head to him.

The next moment, he saw a horror scene that he would never forget in his life.

The white-haired man's face turned out to be a skeleton face! There were snakes and insects crawling in the two eye holes, which was extremely terrifying, and blood-red liquid continued to overflow from the other party's skeletons.

The soldier screamed and wanted to turn his head and run away, but then he found that his feet had lost consciousness. He looked down and saw a giant python made of white bones appeared on the ground at some point, tied his legs tightly. Then the giant python opened his mouth and swallowed him into his stomach! So he turned his eyes and fainted like that...

"What's wrong with that guy?" Riddle, who had just pulled out his wand nervously, suddenly thrust over when he saw the other party, scratched his head in confusion, and asked strangely.

The smarter Tennis looked directly at Franken behind them.

"It's just a reverse use of fear of spiritual energy and charming humans." Franken shrugged at the soldier who had already foamed at the mouth: "I hope the Seven Stars Goddess will bless him not to catch a cold or be eaten by something because he sleeps in the wild on such a day."
Chapter completed!