The lord is red again

It is not easy to release the ghost from the bondage of the Banshee Horn. It is better to take a step back and let the ghost regain its sanity for the time being so that it can communicate with the outside world.

Even its current owner Lind can't figure out what else it can do besides making the person being hooked fall into a dream and let people die.

The conditions for victory are too harsh, so he has never experienced any help from the horn.

Morena frowned and chanted the spell for a long time. Her chanting sound was very sibilant and occasionally whistled, which should be related to her speaking habits.

Lind tried to keep quiet on the side.

This was the first time he witnessed magic related to ghosts. After chanting for a long time, wisps of blue-gray smoke floated out of Morena's body, and the smoke organized into a phantom that looked very similar to her appearance.

The facial features were not clear, but it had a human form. There was no flowing wind in the hall, but the human form composed of smoke kept repeating the process of breaking and gathering.

Now Lind believed what the ghost had said before, that ghosts could wear clothes.

The phantom reached out and grabbed the ghost girl. The two ghosts who could not touch each other were closely connected at this moment.

The knights who worship gold in the Kingdom of Rand should be curious about this scene. Linde was also staring, but unfortunately he could not see much.

A muscular man who can only wield a big sword will never understand the mystery of the wizard.

Sweat oozes from Morena's forehead and nose, and her breathing gradually becomes heavier.

When the sweat gathers at the tip of her chin, she finally stops chanting, and the blue-gray wisps of smoke that are pulling between her and the ghost girl disappear.

"How is it?"

"I need a bottle of magic potion." Morena raised her sleeves to wipe the sweat on her face and chin. Her body was swaying and about to fall to the ground, but she was caught by Linde before she fell.

Grabbing with one hand, it's like picking up a chicken.

Morena didn't like this way of treatment. It reminded her of the unlucky look of Domei when she was caught.

But she couldn't refuse Linde, and Linde happened to be efficient at certain times.

The consideration for the lady is sometimes meticulous, and sometimes it is simply forgotten.

The body flew into the air, and then as Morena sat back on the chair, the pulling feeling disappeared.

The cold glass bottle was brought to her lips.

Morena opened her eyes and saw Lind's tall figure, standing by like a small mountain.

When facing him as an enemy before, Morena felt terrible pressure, but when Lind became her own, the pressure immediately turned into peace of mind.

After drinking the potion, Morena's condition recovered visibly, and her pale face became ruddy again, but the fatigue in her eyes could not be dissipated. She needed a good sleep, the kind that could sleep for several days in a row.

"I can only dig out a part of her memory, a very fragmented part from the depths of her soul," Morena said, "If you want to help her more, you must wait for me to go further."

Linde turned his head to look at the female ghost in the bucket. She had stopped singing, and then he turned his head to Morena and said, "Even if you don't want to go further, I will push you forward. Don't forget that we have a common enemy."

Morena smiled. This is what she wanted.

A powerful collaborator who can also control the undead can definitely face the mastermind together and then pull the other party out!

"It's you" The female ghost recognized Linde, but her expression was completely different from the one in the witch's dream.

To put it in detail, it is more agile, a bit like an 18-year-old girl, not a witch from the Far East Magic School.

"See you again, Selina" Linde smiled, and his big white teeth were sincere and shining.

He and the ghost were not familiar with each other, but he was happy to see her wake up from her sluggish singing state. As an NPC, he also did not want to be shackled by the "official" and become a servant of the players.

What Lind needed was freedom to go to get off work and not to work if he wanted to.

"My mind is a mess." The ghost shook her body in the bucket: "Is there no bigger barrel for me? A bathtub is also fine."

"You are a ghost." Lind first carefully placed Morena to ensure that she would not fall off the chair, and then strode towards the barrel.

He reached out to grab the ghost's head. Not surprisingly, his palm easily passed through, and he still couldn't touch it.

Unable to make any physical collision but uncomfortable because of the narrow space, ghosts are really a kind of idealistic thing.

Under the gaze of the ghost, Lind withdrew his hand without embarrassment.

"Is that how you treat a naked lady?"

Chatting with Domei, Linde knew that some wizards would put aside their sense of shame about their bodies when they delved into magic. In their eyes, the human body was just a piece of meat with two arms and two legs, or a carrier that could carry magic. The desire for knowledge made them not care about the so-called difference between men and women.

The same was true for Selina. She and Domei should belong to the same kind of people.

But the difference between Selina in front of him and the one in the dream of the banshee should be the memory problem that Morena mentioned. She really only helped to retrieve a small part of the memory.

"How can you wear a piece of clothing?" Linde asked the doubts in his heart again.

She must wear clothes, not too R18. It's not that Linde is worried about teaching children bad things. There are definitely no children who can play this game. LSP is absolutely indispensable.

When Linde is free, he also likes to look at magic outfits.

He is worried that if Selina appears in front of the undead without clothes, then the powerful and charming Lord Linde will definitely take a step back in the popularity ranking.

No matter how handsome the male characters are, they lack competitiveness in front of beautiful female NPCs.

This is not only reflected in Linde. There are also many handsome men around him, but most of them are unknown. A small number of them, such as Lance, only got the title of antler man, and few people remember his real name.

Soon Linde saw the wonder of magic. After he asked someone to bring a gray lady's dress with lace and threw it into the water, Selina changed into clothes.

"I can't see my skirt" Selina twisted in the bucket, splashing water.

Linde looked at Selina, and his thoughts were opened at that moment.

It's connected, it's really connected!

"There is a place that suits you very well, Miss Selina," Lind asked, "and it's good for both of us, you can also wear new clothes often."

"Where?" She twisted her body uncomfortably in the bucket.

Hearing that she could wear new clothes, she became a little more energetic.

This also made Lind more certain that the Selina in front of him should only have a certain memory.

"A pool of water," Lind said roughly, "You can sing there, and then let people enter the Banshee's dream."

"Just like what I did in Banshee Lake," Selina didn't like that job: "Lure them to get close, let them enter the dream, and then let them die in the dream."

She just couldn't control herself when the outside world was used as bait, not that she had completely lost that memory.

No one likes to be used as bait.

"No, it's absolutely different!"

Lind raised his right index finger with a solemn oath, letting the shaking wrist drive the finger to shake, and smiled: "They will come to us automatically, and we charge!"