Chapter 1125

The stone gate was heavily closed, not to mention how much lime Fanlin had just opened his mouth to eat, but with the moment the door closed, it was like completely isolating the two spaces.

Only the temperature in Shimen's polar region proves that it was attacked by a xeno dragon.

In fact, even though he knew what he had done, for these undead

"Oh, you're here, and I'm still wondering when you'll be able to come here."

Hearing this sound, Fanlin felt relaxed for a while, but then, van Lin was depressed by Dumbledore's tone.

When can I come here?

Look back at those damned troubles

It's an illusion. Maybe he's taking Hermione out of Diagon Alley and picking out a gift to go to Sirius' house for dinner?

"Well, it's nice to meet you both, Mr. nicoleme and Mr. Dumbledore. If there's enough time, I think I should take care of what's on me first..." Rutherford frowned at his clothes, wet and stained with a mixture of bone meal and earth.

Obviously, this makes it hard for a blood clan who pays attention to his noble posture to accept it.

"Oh, of course, please." Nicoleme said softly, sounding as relaxed as an old man with afternoon tea in the garden next door.

After a while of busy, van Lin and Hermione simply dry themselves, this feeling is like a new life.

Do you know something about clay monkey?

"So we didn't go wrong. Fortunately, we found you, professor." Fanlin opened his mouth, but did not know what to say.

Blame Dumbledore?

It seems that if you can't find it, it's also a matter of your own ability.

"Oh, I think we can have a rest first," Dumbledore said gently. He looked at nicoleme. Then nicoleme waved his hand and a set of tables and chairs appeared in front of several people.

"Oh, let me see. I need some lemon juice..." Dumbledore said, "and what about Mr. Rutherford? Red wine? "

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Dumbledore." Rutherford took the glass of red wine with ease, and then happily did it on the chair next to him.

"You two Oh, let me see How about green tea? I think you need some light drinks. " Dumbledore said, a wave of his hand, two cups of green tea will appear in front of their eyes, and even the temperature has been adjusted.

It makes van Lin feel weird.

One second they're still fighting with a bunch of bones, and the next

What is this?

New talk show?

Dumbledore's leisurely afternoon tea?

Enjoy the afternoon together?

Hermione's face was also very expressive. She looked at Van Lin, then at Dumbledore, took a sip of green tea, and finally set her eyes on the old man named nicoleme.

Well, green tea tastes good.

Ah, no, to be exact, nicoleme is a little too conspicuous.

I don't want to look like a kind old man. Nicoleme's body is much older than what Van Lin had seen before, and he is no more flexible than Dumbledore.

Worst of all, the strong magical feeling, like a little sun, is not burning, but it is true that even the dull people can feel everything around them full of the breath of nicoleme.

In particular, the gold thread hidden under the body is spreading along the wrinkles caused by the aging of the body.

The situation is much worse than before. In the past, at least nicoleme was able to restore himself to a normal person. Now it seems that nicoleme has completely given up the restriction of his own magic power, which is constantly escaping from his old body.

The magic stone of humanoid self walking?

It's the same breath on the Vaseline bracelet.

After six hundred years of accumulation, van Lin did not think that nicoleme's magic power was much less than that of the Sorcerer's stone.

"Professor nicoleme, you are now..." Hermione hesitated and asked, "are you..."

"Oh, it looks like I'm in a bad condition." Nicoleme said with a smile that he didn't care about Hermione's question.

"I don't have much time. After finishing my affairs, I was going to have a new journey with my wife, but it seems albus has some problems, so I try my best to stay for a long time."

"You are a great wizard." Rutherford spoke with respect. "In fact, you can choose to stay."

"Oh, of course, but it doesn't make any sense." Nicoleme said, "as you can see, I can't control my magic right now, let alone do something else. This time I came to explore the sleeping place of this monarch undead with albus is also out of curiosity. In fact, I haven't had such emotion for a long time, 100 years, 200 years? I remember the last time my favorite opera performer put out a new opera, but it's a pity that she has left first, and I have to stick to it for a heritage. Fortunately, Albus has found a candidate for me... ""Oh, don't say that, Professor..." Vaseline shook his head. "In fact, my alchemy..."

"It's not something that can be done overnight." Nicoleme said, "in fact, I'm a bit irresponsible. It's hard to give you more time to teach."

"All right, Nick..." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "trusting van Lin doesn't blame you, and you don't believe him..."

"Oh, of course, I'm sure of my choice." Nicoleme said.

This made Fanlin feel a little ashamed, and was trusted by an alchemist who had been famous for more than 600 years. It was really an Alexander thing.

"It seems that your journey was not easy. We heard a huge noise when we were inside just now, and the owner of the tomb seems not very peaceful. I really want to know what you have done outside." Dumbledore said lightly.

"Er We should have done it... " Van Lin looked at Dumbledore awkwardly, "we blew up the tower of the dead which gathered the souls outside..."

"Which stone tower buildings do you mean?"

"Hey, I said we should have a good look before." Dumbledore said to nicoleme with a smile.

"Incredible. How did you find out?"

"We found the body of a wizard who came here to explore, and then before me I've studied some undead magic and demons, so I still know something about these skeletons

"You're a real restless student." Nicoleme said with a smile, "but that's not a bad thing. Once those souls are released, although they can improve the fighting ability of these undead in a short period of time, they are also disposable consumables. Even ghosts can't persist in this environment for thousands of years, let alone those souls who have no chance to transform into undead."

"So they..."

"This may be another way of relief." Nicoleme said, "the soul is imprisoned under the command of a monarch. In short, they are just a group of poor people who are enslaved, and all their consciousness is wiped out. This is a life that ordinary people can't imagine."

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