After waking up

Mulan originally sat on the coffin board, but unexpectedly the struggle in the coffin stopped after a while.

‘It smells so good so quickly? ’

Mulan curled his lips and got down from the coffin board with some disappointment. Hey, Farrow Lynch is too boring.

"Then you can recuperate in the coffin. Starting tomorrow, I will come directly here to supplement your knowledge. I think you will be able to recover in a few days."

Mullan patted the coffin, then walked out of the room and closed the door. Farrow Lynch may have felt that he had objected so strongly just now, but now he felt comfortable and a little embarrassed, so he didn't say anything.

Sure enough, Mullan appeared on time next to the coffin in Farrow Lynch's room early the next morning. He even brought breakfast and a thick book. After briefly saying hello to Farrow Lynch, he started teach.

This book did not exist from the beginning. The ink marks on it are all new. It was obvious that Mulan barely slept last night and was recording information in the book.

The so-called road of resuscitators is indeed a bumpy road, and not all people who are resurrected from the dead can be called resuscitators. Only those who yearn for the light are the real resuscitators. Others also have various nicknames, such as zombies. There are many names like ghoul, and Mullan only truly confirmed that he was a resuscitator after being in contact with Farrow Lynch for a period of time.

Resurrectionists need to meet many conditions. The first one is quite demanding, but Farrow Lynch is the one who resurrects the dead, and he has been dead for a long time, so he is perfectly satisfied.

The first day was all about basics, not just resuscitators, but also some other common sense. Whether Farrow Lynch understood it or not, Mullan talked about the key points that he could think of, and recorded some key points in his notes. .

It was only the next day that the actual explanation of the path of the resuscitator began, and Farrow Lynch was already able to sit in the coffin and listen carefully.

"For a naturally formed resuscitator like you, the most difficult thing is to find yourself while clarifying your goals. If you are deceived and fall before this, you will become another evil creature. The vampire last time had this plan. "

Mulan said, turning over the page of notes, writing in the gap in the middle of the page with the pen in his hand.

"According to mainstream magic book records, like the Radiant Knight, one begins to transform into a complete self after the third level. If one successfully crosses the threshold, one becomes an immortal."

"Uh, interrupt me."

"what is the problem?"

"Didn't you say that the third level is a resurrected person? Why did he become an undead after the third level?"

Mullan hit Farrow Lynch on the head with a thick notebook, making a muffled sound.

"You didn't listen carefully, so let me emphasize here that you need to clearly distinguish between levels and stages. Well, it will be easier to distinguish the words when the time comes. The pronunciation is somewhat similar. The so-called levels have clear directionality and often refer to magic. and the strength of existential power, and the way in which magic and existential power are presented here itself is a general reference.”

"Stage refers to the progress of a road. It is a naming habit and is not clear. You can even name it yourself and see if others accept it. But note that, unlike the rank, the stage here is The presentation form of professional names is clearly directional, and can often clearly represent a certain or even several characteristics, such as my glorious knight, such as the undead."

"Won't die?"

Mulan thought for a moment and said.

"It's true for the same level, but the characteristics are often more reflected in totems and the world of formation. I don't have more information to share on this point. You can experience it yourself later."

Mulan wrote something quickly and then continued.

"As one of the more stupid ones among resuscitators, I think you are likely to fail to advance. Fortunately, you have the Sun Stone."

"What do you mean by the stupid ones?"

Farrow Lynch's brows twitched and his tone was unkind.

"Mr. Mullan Jonest, how many resuscitators have you seen?"

"You're the only one, so you're the dumbest resuscitator I've ever seen."

Farrow Lynch grinned, completely giving up the idea of ​​arguing with Mullan, but feeling quite relaxed in his heart.

Mulan was smiling, but suddenly his expression stiffened.

"What's wrong? Is there something going on?"

"No, no, let's continue."

Bickering and joking with someone like this in front of him made Mulan feel like he had played with Alvin. When he thought of Alvin, Mulan thought of the parting at the station and the painful reunion, and his mood couldn't help but feel depressed. Some.

Farrow Lynch obviously felt some of Mullan's emotions, but he was not very good at expressing them. He just listened silently. He wanted to say something several times but didn't know how to speak.

Soon, six days passed, and Farrow Lynch no longer had to sleep in a coffin to listen. Instead, he could sit at the table and discuss with Mullan. Neither of them rested that day, and they continued talking until the early morning of the seventh day.

There are already traces of sunlight in the gaps between the curtains in the room.

Mulan lazied, then stood up.

"I have to leave in a while. The Queen personally wrote a letter yesterday, so I can't delay it any longer. I have to go back to Digao immediately."

Farrow Lynch also stood up. He glanced at a ray of sunshine beside the bed, and the expression on his dead face was not good.

"I can't send you off."

Mullan patted Farrow Lynch on the shoulder.

"There's no need to send it away. I don't like to say goodbye to my true friends. It's fine if we part ways here. This notebook is already full. There shouldn't be anything missing from what I know. I'll take a look at it more when I have time."

Mullan's words deeply touched Farrow Lynch's heart. His eyes flashed, he clenched his fists and spoke.

"Mu Lan! If there is anything I can do to help you, I am willing to do my best!"

Mullan looked at Farrow Lynch seriously, and after a long time he took out a book from his arms and handed it to him.

"After I leave, you should find time to leave. It will help you get rid of the monitor. Then find a quiet place to open it."

Farrow Lynch's eyes widened slightly, and Mulan held the Book of Dawn in his hand.

"I feel that I can trust you, and I should trust you. This book is very important to me, so keep it carefully, and of course it will hide itself."

"What about you? You told me that you will continue to record and use this book."

"Haha, don't worry, it will come back to me at the right time."

As he spoke, Mulan walked towards the door of the room, took a coat from the hanger and put it on his body, then put on a scarf and a hat. It had started to snow in Solens during this season today.

After finishing dressing, Mulan walked out of the room directly. Farrow Lynch stood at the door of the room and watched Mulan leave without saying a word.

In front of the gate of the house, the Avengers were already waiting for Mulan with a salute in hand, and the Matt brother and sister had already left for Digao half a month ago.

Mulan stepped out of the gate, and there was a carriage prepared by intelligence service personnel parked outside.

Snowflakes fell from the sky and fell on Mulan's hat and clothes. He looked back at the house, then stepped onto the carriage. A few seconds later, the carriage left and headed towards the train station.

'Good bye my friend! ’

The door of the train opened, and after a while, two more people got off the train one after another. The person in front was carrying two boxes, and the person in the back was carrying one box.

It was snowing and the train station was bustling with people.

"Mr. Moore, let's go find a place to eat."

"Okay, although the car is crowded, it's really cold outside. It's best to get some hot soup."

As the two moved forward, there was a clanging sound in the train station.

A truck stopped at the station. Someone was knocking on the iron plate. In an instant, a group of porters rushed over, trying to get a place to carry the goods.

Moore clutched the lapels of his clothes and looked at the workers not far away, most of whom were dark and thin. Many of them were in ragged clothes, and some were even barefoot. Some of them were beating each other for the same work station.

"Mr. Moore, although we are no longer in Dilga, we still shouldn't stay."

"OK."

Handel felt the same, but he still took Moore and left quickly. The task Mullan gave him was to settle Moore, so Handel would not allow himself to make any mistakes.