Chapter 31: Maybe I can't wait

Only Alex and Alakang in this world know about Gris' true identity. Alakus was stunned and Alakang led the team to retrieve the Ivy again. So in the eyes of others, Gris became Alex's personal guard. After all, he was wearing armor anytime and anywhere. He always looked like an escort.

The image is majestic, like a swordsman but also knows magic. Anyone has labeled Gris's strength as an unfathomable one. No one would think that he is a fragile skeleton. This image is sure to scare many people.

Even though he was a master and a guard, he naturally had to guard Alex, so no one included him when the college students were preparing to return to China. And the only little Jimmy, who knew his identity, had no right to speak, so Gris was forgotten.

For the past five days, Gris stood motionless at the head of Alex's bed, silently dazed, accustomed to boredom and loneliness. Generally speaking, Gris would not take the initiative to do anything. Without Alex's orders, he would only read books and practice magic at most. There are no books around now, and the room is not a good place to practice magic, so he could only stare blankly.

There was a meal on the table in the room, but it was already cold. Alex was now dizzy and could only rely on magic to maintain his life. Naturally, he could not eat. This meal was prepared for him. The housekeeper in Deliushu was not a resolute and decisive person, but as a housekeeper, he was qualified. At least at the most panic moment, he could also arrange everyone's food, clothing, housing and transportation in an orderly manner.

Of course, the housekeeper didn't know that Gris didn't need to eat, and he didn't have the courage to cover his face and even his face was invisible. Gris, who had never spoken out, could only arrange meals to deliver them every day. Gris didn't eat them, and he sent them the second meal with a different taste for five days. He also gave them a private feeling of saying "I don't eat for five days, I'm really a strong fighting spirit."

And this old housekeeper was almost the only person who still remembers Gris at this moment.

Gris was used to boring life, so it didn't matter if he stood still for five days, but Truth couldn't do it. This demon spirit was silent for a while since he was scared by Gris with devouring him. However, as he spent a long time together, he also found out Gris' temper and slowly returned to his calm personality. He kept murmuring all day, asking Gris to find fresh flesh and blood for it all day, and boasted about his former glory. In short, it stopped forever.

Unfortunately, with Gris's tenacity in his heart, this kind of tranquility is not even considered noise, and it is habitually ignored.

Without receiving a response, Trutt was not discouraged and kept changing the topic. Gradually, he found that unless it was related to topics like Gris or Alex, it could cause Gris' response. So it slowly shifted the topic to these two aspects.

"Great Master, the master's master has a bad complexion, uneven breathing, and irregular heartbeat, so I'm afraid it won't last long." Trut tentatively turned the topic to Alex.

Gris, who had been motionless for several days, finally moved. He turned his head to look at Alex lying on the bed. At this moment, Alex's face was paler than when he was first poisoned, but the blue colors did not fade, but were deeper and purple. Obviously, the poisoning was deeper.

Gris nodded and agreed to Trut's words.

"If they can't find the antidote within two months, the master's master will be in danger. Master, why don't we get up and find the antidote, one more person, and more strength." Trut encouraged him.

"Two months?" Gris tilted his head.

"Yes, great master, up to two months." Although Trut recognized this poison, it did not mean that he could see Alex's situation, but no matter what, it would be enough to trick the master out of this dull room.

With Truth's character, he kept him in a room all day to face a dull owner like Gris, and he would go crazy in less than a month.

Gris had to seriously consider this idea. His fate with Alex is connected. If Alex dies, the law of summoning will force him to return to the world of death. Stay in this beautiful and peaceful world and let him return to the boring and dangerous world of death, of course he is unwilling to do so.

After thinking for a while, Gris turned toward the door.

There was no one stopping him when he walked out of Deliusi's mansion. The guards guarding the Viscount's mansion had long known that Alex had such a mysterious guard surrounded by armor. So when passing through various posts, the guards standing guard saluted him with a look of awe, without any intention of checking.

As for the salute, it was completely spontaneous, because Gris' image was so powerful that he had a master's style. Not to mention the heavy armor on his body, the swordsman who could wear this kind of armor was definitely not weak, but no one could have thought that this was a magic armor, which looked thick, but actually was very light.

The main reason is that Gris is a skeleton. He has no muscles when walking. His lower body is walking, and his upper body can remain motionless. In the eyes of those guards, this posture seems to be a real master style because they can't do it.

So Gris not only left the Viscount Mansion smoothly, but also took away a magnificent war horse from it. Although he could run wildly at the highest speed for many days, his legs were no match for four legs.

Gris's breath of death was very light. Even animals that felt sensitive could only be noticed when they were close, so they were smoothly taken away by Gris.

There is a hill three kilometers outside the Imperial City. The environment here is beautiful, with birds singing and flowers scenting and trees shady. It looks like a good place for leisure and entertainment from a distance. However, people are rarely seen during the day, and there is no trace at night. This is because it is a public cemetery in the Imperial City. To be more precise, it is a mass grave.

A wealthy family may have the ability to buy coffins for their deceased relatives for burial, but more poor people or wanderers mostly use straw mats to dig holes and buried them. Sometimes the holes dug are not deep enough, and they are dug out and gnawed by wandering wild dogs and beasts at night, and bones that cannot be gnawed are thrown all over the ground.

During the day, there were funeral teams coming here with courage. At night, even the night watchmen in the cemetery dared to come up.

But that night, a figure dragged a war horse and broke into the cemetery.

Of course, Gris was the one who came. Although he pulled out the war horse, he tried his best to ride it. Even if he tied himself to the horse's back, the war horse would be frightened by the breath of death on his body and would not dare to move.

In desperation, Gris had to find a way to find a way to transport the car, and there were no horses, and two months was not enough for him to travel, let alone find an antidote.

If a living war horse is not allowed to ride, then ride it to death. As an immortal skeleton, Gris' favorite is dark magic. This magic complements his natural attributes and practices twice the result with half the effort.

Unfortunately, dark magic is a magic that cannot be used in the human world. It can even be denounced as evil magic by religious fanatics in the south. There are very few people who practice it.

The most common ones in Alex's laboratory are fire-type magic books, and there are very few dark magics, so Gris has no idea how to start. However, although there are few, some classic magics are still recorded, such as the summoning technique that Alex summoned Gris, and the sacrifice technique of reincarnated corpses.

The best way to sacrifice the immortal is to use your magic power to refine the soul fire and then use it to reincarnate the corpse. However, the sacrifice is a level five magic, which Gris cannot cast at all, so naturally he cannot refine the soul fire.

Gris is a very smart skeleton. Alex never dared to deny this, so after thinking hard for a long time, Gris finally came up with a solution.

With his strength, the soul fire cannot be refined, so why not find the ready-made soul fire? This cemetery outside the Imperial City became Gris's target.

As soon as you enter the cemetery, little dark flames burn in the air and float around at will, just like ghosts peeking in the dark.

Gris felt very kind to these ghost fires. Although he did not like the world of death, it was the place where he had been in twenty generations of lords, and the most common ones were this kind of randomly floating ghost fires.

If there is ghost fire, there will naturally be ready-made soul fire. Gris led the war horse and walked towards the place where the ghost fire was most dense.

Suddenly, three pairs of green eyeballs appeared in front of them, staring at Gris tightly, and a low roar sounded.

Tonight, the dark clouds covered the top of the stars and moons, and there was no trace of light. However, Gris still clearly saw the owners of those eyes clearly, all of them were wild dogs whose eyes were green with their corpses. At this moment, the three wild dogs were digging out a fresh corpse from the ground and preparing for a full meal, but were disturbed by Gris. For a moment, the angry wild dog turned his attention to Gris and was about to tear the guy who disturbed them to pieces.
Chapter completed!