Chapter 243 Flame and Pan

As Mordred passed the dilapidated buildings on both sides, he could glimpse the broken windows with his peripheral vision, revealing their dark heads and casting evil glances at him.

"Master, your kind seem to be some guys who are not easy to mess with."

"Nonsense." Mordred knew very well that if Edward was not around, he might be chopped into pieces in any minute.

"But having said that, this man's body is really good..." Through the vision obtained from Mordred's eyes, the little guy obviously coveted Edward's tall figure of 1.9 meters.

"Master, you can do it while he is sleeping."

"Shut up!"

Edward and Mordred walked one behind the other, walking quickly among the ruins.

In order to find a safe foothold before dark, they moved very fast, almost running.

Mordred followed closely behind Edward. To his surprise, after more than ten minutes of physical exertion, he didn't feel exhausted.

"Edward, how long do we have to go?"

"It's almost there, just hold on for a while." Edward was a little surprised that Mordred showed extraordinary endurance.

After all, before this, Mordred was still complaining about a small injury on his toe.

The outline of the city wall slowly emerged in front, and it would take at most three minutes to reach the city gate smoothly.

The sunlight at dusk was much dimmer than at noon, and the majestic city walls cast huge shadows. Soldiers on the city walls in twos and threes could not withstand the cold brought by the invasion of darkness, and got into the defense towers to light fires to keep warm.

Mordred looked at the scattered firelight on the city wall and stretched out his right hand to the sky, as if doing so could touch a trace of long-lost warmth.

He then sighed and said to himself: "I may be the most miserable prince in history."

If it weren't for this damn curse, perhaps Mordred would be lying on a warm bed at this moment, spending the night with the fragrant maid in his arms.

"Oakley, what are you doing?" Edward's deep voice brought him back to reality. The surrounding environment had become much darker.

"What's next?"

"Let me observe the situation first." Edward frowned and focused his attention on the residential buildings closest to the city gate.

The residential building on the far left seems to be more deserted, and the dark heads of New Orlando residents cannot be seen from the window.

"Let's go, there shouldn't be anyone in that house." Edward said and took steps.

Mordred agreed and hurriedly followed.

When the two came closer, he realized that the residential building was much larger than he had imagined.

This building has five floors in total, and the corridor in the middle divides the entire residential building into two parts.

The door of the residential building has been locked with an iron chain, and the iron chain is covered with dark green moss.

Mordred wanted to reach out and touch the chain to see if he could break it.

"Don't touch it!" Edward called out softly, interrupting his movements. "This will easily alarm the New Orlandoans nearby. It's better for us to climb in through the window sill."

The two used their hands and feet to cross the one-meter-high exterior wall and entered the interior of the residential building.

"How disgusting..." Mordred shook off the mud on his hands in disgust, and the stinky smell suddenly penetrated his nostrils, making people feel almost suffocated.

"Squeak~" Edward carefully pushed open the wooden door leading to the living room, and the room was dark.

Mordred looked back and saw that the scene outside had also fallen into darkness.

"Dang, Dang, Dang--" Three long bells rang from the church, which meant that night had arrived.

When Edward heard the bell, he suddenly stopped moving and whispered: "Close the door and try not to make any noise."

"Yes." Mordred closed the door and walked quietly to Edward.

"What to do next? It's too dark in here, I can't see anything."

"I still have half a candle left, but the matches can no longer be used because they are damp." Edward took out the candle from his pocket and said helplessly.

"Hey, little guy, is there any way to light the candle?" Mordred called the spirit in his heart.

"Hey, do you think of me now?" Yan Ling responded in a joking tone.

"Stop making trouble and think of a solution."

"What a willful guy." Yan Ling continued: "I just tested the magic power in your body. Although it is pitiful, it is enough."

"Yeah." Mordred nodded in agreement.

"First stretch out your right hand, clenching your fist and pointing it upward."

"Then what?"

"From now on, imagine you are holding an iron bucket in your hand."

"Huh?" Although Mordred was confused, he still did as Yan Ling said and tried his best to use his imagination.

Whether it was due to an illusion or some other reason, he actually felt that the weight of his right hand had become a little heavier.

"Very good, then imagine that a person is filling the iron bucket you are carrying with water."

Mordred closed his eyes and tried his best to picture the scene described by the spirit in his mind.

"Wow, wow." The next second, the sound of pouring water really sounded in his ears!

And what made him even more unbelievable was that the weight on his hand was obviously increasing little by little, just like pouring insubstantial water into an invisible bucket.

Mordred didn't know that this was the most basic application of mental power.

A few seconds later, the iron bucket that Mordred imagined would soon be filled, and at the same time, the weight gradually reached the limit that he could bear.

"Now! Open your palms quickly!" Yan Ling said urgently.

Mordred opened his eyes suddenly and loosened his right hand suddenly.

"Hoo~!" A ball of golden flames jumped out from Mordred's hand, and the surrounding scenery instantly became much brighter.

"Oakley, it turns out you can do magic!" Edward looked at the flames jumping in the other person's hand in surprise.

"Well, actually, I learned it just now." Mordred didn't know how to explain it to him, so he quickly changed the subject: "Light the candle quickly, the flame won't last long."

"Okay." Edward put the candle close to Mordred's right hand. The black wax core softened immediately after touching the flame, and at the same time emitted a light yellow halo.

Edward put the candle on the round table in the center of the living room, "Let's search this house first, maybe we can find something useful."

At this time, the flame in Mordred's palm had gone out, and he fell to the ground. Although the weak flame just now was the lowest level of apprentice-level magic, and it only lasted for a few seconds, it almost exhausted him.

All the energy.

"Oakley, are you okay?!" Upon seeing this, Edward quickly stepped forward and helped him up.

Mordred stood up unsteadily and said weakly: "I'm afraid I need to rest for a while, so I have to trouble you." After saying that, he collapsed on the wet floor again, looking like his body had been hollowed out.

"Okay, I'll go take a look in the next room." The tall man's shadow left the living room.

"Master, your magic talent is really unbearable to look at." As soon as Edward left, the little guy couldn't help but complain.

"You have the nerve to say that a flame almost killed me!" Mordred gasped, looking like he wouldn't be able to recover for a while.

"It's my fault." Yan Ling gloated.

"You..." He was about to retort, but was interrupted by a low cry from the next door.

"Oakley, come to me quickly!" Edward's short voice was instantly swallowed up by the night.

"It's coming!" Mordred struggled to get up and walked to the next room, not forgetting to pick up the burning candle.

"No, look here." Edward waved to him.

Mordred walked to his companion and squatted down, putting the candlelight close to the floor in front of him.

"Hiss~" When he saw clearly what was lying on the floor, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

A corpse with only skin and bones was lying on its side with its back to them. Its clothes were tattered beyond recognition, and it was unknown how long it had been dead.

What's even weirder is that he found that the body of the dead body was still moving! Just like a normal person who felt cold, he was huddled in the corner and shivering...

"Is this guy still alive?" Mordred realized that his voice was trembling and he swallowed hard.

"There is no doubt that this is a New Orlando man, but he is not completely dead yet." Edward showed a serious expression, and at this moment, all his attention was focused on the head of the dead body.

Only then did Mordred notice that there was half a stick in Edward's hand, and he had already raised the stick above his head.

"You don't want to..."

Edward nodded solemnly.

Mordred reluctantly stretched out his right hand and began to approach the corpse inch by inch, even shaking more than the New Orlandoans in front of him.

"Woo~!" As soon as his fingers touched the opponent's body, the dying New Orlando man immediately let out a wailing cry and turned over at an incredible speed!

"Fuck!" Mordred suddenly felt his neck tighten, and a bone-chilling chill spread throughout his body - the other party actually grabbed his collar in an instant!

Even Edward, who had always been calm, couldn't help but gasp at this moment. The left side of this guy's face had completely rotted away, and the remaining half of his face was blue-purple. There were several black rotten teeth embedded in the open mouth.

, the viscous green liquid dripped slowly along his chin.

The soaring stench hit his face, forcing Mordred to hold his breath immediately. However, the strength of the new Orlando man was surprisingly strong, and he even dragged him forward half a meter!

Because of his unsteady center of gravity, Mordred dropped the candle in his hand. Under the flickering light, the face of the dead body looked even more eye-catching.

"Edward, what are you still thinking about!!!" Mordred looked at the new Orlando native's face that was so close and ugly in horror, and his stomach began to have a strong reaction.

"Poof~!" The wooden stick was stabbed straight down from the New Orlando man's head, and it immediately penetrated the entire head. The disgusting green liquid immediately splashed on his face, and Mordred took the opportunity to break away from the other person's hand and lie down on the other side to do it.

Vomited.

"Hug, sorry, Oakley." Edward gasped, obviously the blow just now also consumed a lot of his energy.

"It's okay, I'm the one who made the fuss." Mordred held his chest in shock, and the clothes on his body were stained green by the guy's blood.

He groped on the floor and picked up the candle again, but fortunately it had not been extinguished.

Edward stepped on the deceased's head with his foot and pulled out the wooden stick with force. You could see that it was covered with purple brains.

"Huh? Why is there an extra box next to him?" Edward's voice immediately caught his attention.

Mordred took a closer look and saw that there was indeed a brown square box next to the New Orlando man's body. It was about half a meter long and wide, and the height was about the same as Edward's boots.

"I seem to have seen such a scene before." Several vague afterimages appeared in Mordred's mind, and the roar of airplanes and the sound of bullets firing seemed to be heard in his ears.

He covered his head in pain, but he couldn't remember anything.

"Master, do you need me to enter your brain to help you retrieve relevant memories?" Yan Ling's soft voice sounded in his ears.

"It's probably not an important matter, so let's forget it." Mordred didn't trust this unknown creature residing in his body.

"There must be something good in that box, open it and take a look!"

"Stop being so startled, can you be more mature like me?" Mordred complained in his heart.

"Oakley, how are you feeling now? Are you physically injured?" Edward squatted down and asked him with concern.

"It's okay, how about you?" Mordred felt a warmth in his heart and climbed to the box by the light of the fire.

However, the next words from the other party completely dispelled his fantasy. "Well, you smell so bad..."

What was even more speechless was that he turned around and saw Edward holding his nose with his hands because he disliked the stench emanating from his body.

"What a straightforward guy." Mordred couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"Just stay away from me, I'll open it." He half-knelt helplessly in front of the strange box.

Mordred tapped the surface of the box with his curved fingers. Judging from the feel, it should be ordinary wood. Edward looked on, obviously curious about what was inside.

He clenched his fist and hammered hard. A big hole immediately opened in the fragile surface of the wooden box, and splinters of wood flew all over the floor.

"There's nothing." He carefully put his left hand in, but the inside of the box was empty.

"Let me take a look." Mordred rolled his eyes when he heard this and moved away knowingly.

Edward continued to cover his nose with his left hand, leaned down and picked up the entire box with his right hand.

The man turned the box upside down and shook it - "Pah~!"

Mordred's eyes suddenly lit up. It turned out that a black figure had just fallen out of the box and landed in a pool of dark green blood. He first picked up the fallen object, and then used the piece of crotch area that had not been completely contaminated.

The cloth was wiped once.

Mordred brought the unknown object closer to the fire and finally saw its true identity.

(End of chapter)

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