Chapter 277

As a researcher in the spirit world, Sulu has seen many evil spirits.

It's just a headless spirit. It's just scary in appearance. In fact, it doesn't reach the level of first-order [dead spirit], which can't make him move at all.

What Sulu really cares about is the information sent out from each other.

"Human beings... It shows that there are still human beings living in this world, which is a great good thing!"

"Judging from his clothes, he seemed to belong to the poor before his death... And the productivity of the world should be very low..."

"Being beheaded... Shows that it is not safe. Whether it is beheaded by a sheriff or killed by hatred, it means that the human world is also full of war or killing..."

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Sulu's spirit quietly stared at the headless spirit opposite and suddenly said, "in my name... Sulu portley! Order you to obey me!"

"Tell me! Your name and cause of death!"

His rank can drive these low-level spirits.

The natural suppression of this personality will not change because of the change of the world and the spiritual world!

"Bi... Bi... Ge..."

The headless spirit made a sound with his head in hand. It seemed that he hadn't spoken for a long time and seemed to stutter.

It glowed in its godless eyes, which made Sulu feel a picture:

The cold ground, the bloody guillotine, the distant snow mountain, the nearby guards and the crowd

The voice of a middle-aged man echoed in his ear:

"In the name of the Duke of Wolfsburg, the guardian of the people of snow, the head of the mitis family, the Lord of the northern knights, the snow of winter, the heartbreaker... Renard mitis, I sentence you... To death!"

The next moment, terrible pain came from the neck.

"Well..."

Sulu withdrew his inspiration and touched his neck.

The feeling of being beheaded is very real, and it also belongs to the phagocytosis of peeping at the spiritual memory.

A slightly vulnerable psychic may lose and sink in this severe pain, but for him, it's just a small thing.

"Wait a minute... I understand! Understand each other's language!"

Recalling the picture just seen, Sulu was suddenly surprised: "although it seems to be a world similar to the middle ages of Europe... But I understand their language... That's... Gulam!"

The language known as the oldest language in the main world is actually regarded as a lingua franca in this world!

This can't help but make Sulu doubt the relationship between the two worlds!

"It can't be because it's close?"

Sulu lost his smile.

It is impossible to explain whether there is a concept of "distance" between the world and the world.

"The good news is... Communication should not be a problem."

What the Lord Archduke said is indeed gurram, with a little accent at most. It's not a big problem.

He put away his package, looked at the mound on one side and waved, "goodbye!"

In the brilliant sunshine, yesterday's ice wolf was sitting there, as if to see him off. His fur reflected dazzling light, as if plated with a layer of golden armor.

"According to the nearby spirits... The nearest human gathering point should be in the south!"

Sulu made himself a sled and tried to slide on the snow.

Lv4 level of strength, after a night of recovery, let him have a body comparable to ordinary people.

With his third-order control power, he soon mastered the trick. Holding the branches in both hands, he supported them slightly on the ground and rowed a long way under his feet.

As he kept going south, the cold temperature seemed to rise a little.

A few days later.

Sulu found some traces of human activities and was shocked.

By asking nearby spirits, he got a more accurate route and sped towards a human settlement.

"My previous guess is correct. The productivity here is very low, roughly equivalent to that of medieval Europe, but it is the kind with extraordinary power?"

Sulu took off his sleigh and walked across a wheat field.

On both sides are reclaimed farmland, planted with crops like barley, wheat and oats. In addition, there are large areas of onions and cabbage.

The farmers and women who work in the fields are unkempt, wearing thick clothes and animal skins.

A few steps further, you will come to a place that should be a village.

As far as you can see, there are low houses around a hill, building blocks layer by layer, up to the top of the hill.

On all sides of the village, there is a fence made of sharpened logs and stones, and militia like teams are patrolling.

"Stop! Who is it?"

At the gate of the village, Sulu was naturally stopped.

He looked at the peasant soldiers coming over. Most of them were thin and ragged. Only the captain had a leather armor and his forks, swords and other weapons were slightly rusty.

However, it is indeed in quram!

"A tramp!"

Sulu smiled and replied in qurahm: "I hope to rest in the village. I'm willing to pay for it!"

Fu Tuo, who is still circulating precious metal currency, has stored some golden dragons and silver eagles in his greedy gloves. As long as the patterns and characters on the surface are cut off, they can be directly taken out for use.

"A stranger in strange clothes!"

The captain looked at Sulu carefully: "where are you from?"

He has a strong sense of vigilance, and the muscles of his limbs are well exercised, especially the right arm and step, with a unique rhythm, which is very suitable for his sword.

"A distant place, you may not know."

Sulu threw out a polished silver coin.

It's not that you can't take out the golden dragon, but it will certainly attract greed and covet.

He doesn't want to kill in this village.

"It's Sterling Silver!"

A militiaman took over and lingered a few times, his eyes shining with joy.

"... all right!"

Seeing the eyes of his subordinates, the militia captain reluctantly agreed: "foreigners, you can get a room, as well as hot water, bread and salt... Leave immediately after living for one night! Don't make trouble!"

"Please rest assured!"

Sulu smiled brightly and showed his white teeth.

This surprised the militia captain again.

As a low-level poor, it is normal to have rotten yellow and black teeth.

He seems to have seen such appearance and temperament only in the nobles of wolf castle.

In this world, nobility is the absolute ruler. Even if it is only the collateral branch and last descendant of the noble family, it will be respected.

"Come with me!"

His face softened a little and led the way: "this is ward village, which belongs to the Great Duke of Wolfsburg. I'm Arik, the captain of the local militia!"

"Sulu! You can call me Sulu!"

Sulu politely introduced himself and suddenly stopped.

He saw a small altar!

It doesn't fit in with the surrounding buildings, but it looks very solemn.

A group of people were gathered around the edge, as if praying.

More importantly, I am very familiar with the rules and symbols, as well as their prayer language!