franphil Chapter 120 The White Saintess
Chapter 120 The White Saintess
Chapter 120 The White Saintess
The dim, yellow light illuminated the dark interior.
"The Sun" Derrick stood before the altar, looking at himself. The space before him seemed to open up, swirling and twisting, from which three metal cans fell out.
"Is this the gift the angel gave me?"
It has been verified that Mr. Fool can indeed help Silver City exchange goods with the outside world. Derrick was overjoyed.
He looked at the gift that Xia Er had given him.
He's not a caveman, of course he can understand how to open a can.
After pulling the tab and rolling up the sheet metal, Derrick smelled it; it seemed to be some kind of food.
The child didn't think much of it, took a bite, and found it sweet and delicious.
He couldn't help but lick his lips, and quickly devoured a can of apples.
In Silver City, a place where only black grass survives, fruit is an absolute luxury.
Then I looked at the remaining two cans. The packaging was slightly different, so the contents might be different as well.
want to eat!
Derrick was tempted, but after some hesitation, he still couldn't bear to eat it.
After all, there are only two left.
He resisted his desires and responded to Mr. Fool through a prayer ritual.
"It's alright, Mr. Fool."
"I have my own separate place to live, and I can hide these things well."
"I will bury them later."
Derrick knew that Mr. Fool cared about him, and to avoid worrying Mr. Fool, he spoke with certainty.
After the words were spoken, the spiritual energy that had been comforting and dissipating in the room continued to fluctuate, and a dozen or so cans of food fell out with a clatter.
Derrick stared in utter shock at what he saw. After a moment of stunned silence, he quickly knelt down, picked up all the cans from the ground, and carefully held them in his arms.
How could such precious food fall on the ground?
Even with the protection of sheet metal, this is still a desecration of food!
Derrick sat with a pile of canned goods of various colors, reminiscing about the sweet taste in his mouth, feeling somewhat giddy.
At that moment, he didn't know how to repay the angel's kindness.
This is so precious.
"This is only one-third. If you can handle it, I will give it to you in batches later."
A crimson light flashed, and the Fool's words rang in his ears. The little sun was stunned. This was only one-third?
Good heavens!
O all-knowing and all-powerful God!
Mr. Angel!
Derrick felt a lump in his throat and his eyes welled up with tears. He vowed that he would repay Mr. Angel properly in the future.
Above the gray fog.
Klein looked at the dozens of cans of food in front of him with a complicated expression.
He had noticed some obvious emotional fluctuations in "The Sun" during the ceremony, and at this moment, Klein really didn't know what to say.
Did they really "buy" Little Sun with just some canned food?
This guy, "Angel"...
Was it intentional or unintentional?
"Breakfast for tomorrow is ready."
Klein picked up a can of beef and smiled slightly. He was happy to see members of the Tarot Club helping each other.
A breakfast of two slices of bread and cheap butter is finally a bit more substantial.
It's not good to hide so many things over there at once.
Leave it here for now. He'll make up for the food he eats by earning bounty money for Little Sun.
Mr. Fool's meal plan for the next few days after he began his happy plan.
Meanwhile, Xia Er took some time to go to the market and bought a bunch of goods, which he then had his personal servant Martin arrange for a carriage to take them back.
He then took a break and went to the restroom.
At this point, there was no one left above the gray fog.
As instructed by the Fool, he drew mysterious symbols in conjunction with spiritual vibrations, and responded to his own sacrificial ritual through a back door.
He threw in two cans of wolffish.
I hope Mr. Fool likes it.
Try it for him.
It was worth the extra time he spent buying those two cans of food.
At this point, Klein was still unaware of the danger. He had even planned to eat canned beef in the morning and canned fish in the evening, completely oblivious to the impending danger.
West End.
Inside the villa.
Xia Er stared silently at the potion recipe of the Rose Bishop, Sequence Six of the Hanged Man pathway.
Sequence 6 Rose Bishop Main Materials: One Undying Flesh Fungus, the largest fragment of the Shadow of Vengeance.
Auxiliary materials: 100 ml of one's own blood, a section of the companion vine of the Undying Flesh Fungus, powder left over from the Shadow of Vengeance, and 10 grams of cinnamon.
"At least the name isn't that evil."
Shael felt that it was easier to obtain an extraordinary attribute than to collect potion ingredients himself, since Backlund had no shortage of Rose Bishops.
However, it can't all be extraordinary; he still has to participate in the trading of items at the Tarot Club, which is also a kind of fun in life.
The names and tastes of the potion ingredients from the Hanged Man pathway are also very complex.
The bizarre ingredients in Sequence 9 include singing black mushrooms, deep-spectrum bats, verbena powder, etc., and they taste extremely bitter.
The materials for Sequence 8 are fairly normal; it's just that the potion, when consumed, will give you some kind of mental orgasm.
The materials required for Sequence 7: Shadow Worm, the blood of another, the tail of some black goat, a blasphemous object that has desecrated a church, and something with a strong taste that will irritate the throat.
Sequence 6 potions, on the other hand, give a pleasurable sensation of being skinned alive.
"Why did I choose this path—one where potions taste terrible from start to finish—just for the sake of novelty and mid-game power?"
Chael felt this was a test from God, so he drew a crimson moon on his chest to praise the great Fool.
When the warm body touched me, all I felt was an icy chill and a dry, stiff texture like dead wood.
The "White Saintess" released her grip with a playful look in her eyes, and the coldness on Ince El's body gradually receded back into her body.
"Ince Zangwell, I never imagined you would change like this after becoming a demigod."
The ageless witch of the witch's cult was clearly pleased to see Ince's zombie-like face.
For a witch, the sadness of others is her happiness, and the pain of others is her pleasure.
"It's just a living dead. It can get hard, but it's dry and useless."
Ince El's tone was very calm, revealing no emotion, but he certainly wanted to teach this ageless witch a lesson.
"Hahaha."
When the "White Saintess" heard what "Ince El" said, she laughed so hard that her eyes seemed to say, "I don't mind, why don't you print it and try it out?"
"Don't assume that there's only one way to kill an immortal."
"I can fill every pore on your entire body."
Ince El raised his arm, and dark shadows appeared behind him. Each undead stared coldly at the White Saintess.