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    The chain mail worn by Yulia was made of hundreds of metal rings.  It is durable, has good protection against slashing attacks, and can provide the wearer with necessary protection, but it is heavy and not conducive to flexibility of movement.  Most of the weight of chain armor is shared by the shoulders and arms, which can easily make the wearer feel fatigued.  After wearing this heavy chain armor every day for a week and lacking a good resting environment, her physical strength was approaching its limit.

    ¡°If it weren¡¯t for this reason, she would probably reject that proposal outright.

    After taking off the chain armor she wore outside and the armor she wore inside, she simply washed her face and hands at the basin used for washing. Yulia walked to the bedside with some hesitation, sat down on one side, and slowly  Taking off boots - when a previous lord customized this bed, considering some private 'special needs', this bed was deliberately made large and strong.  As Du Ze said, it was even enough for a horse to sleep on it - simply considering the physical and mental health of the guardian knight, with no other hidden meaning, Du Ze took off his coat and lay down from the other side.  on the bed.

    "Good night, Yulia."

    As he said this, he covered himself with a blanket and closed his eyes.  At his most extreme, he once slept for several nights with a shriveled corpse in a cramped, cold coffin to avoid angry villagers who wanted to beat him to death with pitchforks and scythes.  Environmental factors hardly affect his sleep.

    "Compared with his peaceful sleep, Yulia fell into an embarrassing state.  She clearly felt tired and tired and needed a good rest, but she just couldn't sleep.  She closed her eyes and even covered her head with a blanket, hoping that the darkness and the feeling of being wrapped would make her fall asleep as soon as possible, but it backfired.  Without armor and weapons, and sleeping in a big bed with another person, she felt like never before that she was no longer a resolute and decisive warrior, but a living, fragile, and sensitive woman.

    According to Yulia¡¯s previous understanding of this concept, warriors have no gender, and a warrior is a warrior.  Whether as a knight or a soldier, the essence of a warrior is a person who fights. The life and destiny of a warrior is fighting.

    She most of the time believes that she is a qualified warrior, and rarely considers herself to be a woman.

    Because of this strange feeling, she scratched her head nervously. Yulia found that her hair was longer, already about two knuckles long.  She has kept her hair very short since she cut off the braid she had maintained since childhood.  By that standard, two knuckles were a little too long and needed to be trimmed back to a length shorter than one knuckle.  However, out of some inexplicable mentality, she suddenly missed her original braid and decided not to use that standard for her hairstyle.

    Du Ze¡¯s departure changed Yulia to a great extent, and so did his return.

    In the end, even Yulia didn¡¯t know when she fell asleep.  She was drowsily thinking about things that she had rarely or even never thought about in the past four years, and fell asleep without realizing it with her pillow on a soft and fluffy pillow.  She slept soundly.  When she woke up again, it was already the next morning.

    She stretched out contentedly, sat up, and looked at the other side of the big bed - there was no one there, with only a few traces of someone lying there - she turned around and looked around, and found Du Ze sitting on the other side of the bed.  Beside the desk in one direction, staring at a heavy book in a daze.

    "Half alive and half dead"

    Du Ze stared at the cover of the human skin book and murmured in a low voice, with a rare and obvious difference and disbelief in his expression.  He had been staring at the cover of the book for half an hour.  He was so focused on the cover of the human-skin book that he didn't notice Yulia approaching him from behind, and he was also looking at the unopened human-skin book on the table with confusion.

    He dreamed of that person again last night.  The man whose face could not be seen clearly called him the 'Necromancer' and 'my descendant'.  In the dream, he came to a large room filled with various utensils and saw the man sitting behind a desk.

    Booksrecord and pass on knowledge

    The man picked up a familiar thick book and handed it to Du Ze, and Du Ze in the dream couldn't help but take it with his hands - the book was both cold and warm, hard and elastic, two completely different things.  The feeling appeared on Du Ze's hands at the same time.

    The moment Du Ze took the book, the dream experienced great fluctuations. It seemed that it was about to end, and it seemed that it was falling into the river of time that was rushing forward at an abnormal high speed.  Everything Du Ze observed began to fade and fade. Various objects in the room broke and turned into debris and ashes. Even the person gradually turned into a blurry shadow.  ThatThe voice also became intermittent, as if coming from a very far away place.

    Iexisthalf-lived and half-dead

    That was the last meaningful sentence Du Ze heard.  Then, the room collapsed, and tens of thousands of fragments squeezed towards Du Ze, tearing him apart in the dream.  The dream ends.  He woke up from his sleep and found that he was still lying face up on the big bed that belonged to the lord, holding the bone staff in front of his chest with both hands, and the human skin book was underneath, pressing against his chest.

    He remembered that before going to bed, he put the human skin book on the desk far away, and casually placed the bone staff next to the human skin book.

    Du Ze clearly remembered that the original cover of the human skin book said "The Special Art of Awakening and Resurrecting the Dead" without anything that looked like the author's signature.  When he woke up from his sleep, lit the candle, and checked the human skin book again, he found an additional line of small words under the title - Half Alive, Half Dead.  This line of small characters is also ancient writing, exactly the same as the writing used in the title and content of the book, and even the handwriting seems to have been written by the same person.  That appears to be the author's signature.

    This is not logical!

    Judging from various signs, the author of the Human Skin Book lived in the middle or early period of the Old Empire, and the Old Empire officially ended four hundred years ago.  This magic book is likely thousands of years old.  If the ancestor who appeared in his dream was the author of the Human Skin Book, he or she should have died long ago - given that Du Ze was not born a vampire or any other creature that could easily live for thousands of years.  , that ancestor should also be an ordinary human being, and the life span of human beings is usually less than a hundred years - if that ancestor is still alive today, why are the pages at the back of the human skin book blank?

    How could a person who had died long ago appear in the dreams of his descendants many times and still sign an unfinished magic book?  ¡ª¡ªHe even taught Du Ze a powerful undead spell through a dream before?

    Even if that ancestor was a powerful magician, this was completely beyond Du Ze's understanding.  He had heard many legends about magicians who wanted to extend their lives by turning themselves into deformed monsters or stone statues, but he had never seen a magician who could actually do this.  His teacher also believed that magicians who sought to make themselves immortal were paranoid lunatics.  Even vampires who theoretically do not age or die naturally will face their own destruction sooner or later.

    What exactly is going on?

    An ancestor whose name you don¡¯t even know appears in your dream, and then affects things in reality?

    Du Ze carefully flipped through the human skin book, and the blank pages at the back were still blank, without any change.  The only change is the addition of the author's signature on the cover.

    Unlike ordinary books, magic books are often not made of common paper, and the tools used to enter content into magic books are often dedicated special magic rather than the ubiquitous quills and ink.  Du Ze couldn't figure out how the ancestor got the bone staff and the human skin book into his hands, and how he could add some content to the cover of the human skin book.  If these were all the effects of magic, that ancestor must have been a particularly powerful magician, at least much more powerful than the current Du Ze.

    Although the two dark warriors in the room were on alert all night, they did not notice any unusual movement.  Throughout the past night, no living creature or undead had approached the lord's room, and no one had touched the bone staff or human skin book.  With the intelligence of the dark warrior, he could not describe accurately and in detail how they got into Du Ze's hands.

    With a frustrated sigh, Du Ze moved his neck and then noticed Yulia standing next to him.  The latter's expression was full of doubts, and he had no idea what Du Ze was doing.  "Good morning, Yulia." With the last glimmer of hope, he asked: "Did you notice anything unusual last night? For example, strange sounds, inexplicable lights or other abnormalities?"

    Yulia carefully recalled what happened last night.  She had a bit of insomnia and it took her a long time to fall asleep, but she was sure that was not what Du Ze was referring to.  "No." She made sure she didn't notice anything unusual.  "Why do you ask?"

    "I really hope I just remembered it wrong" Du Ze rubbed his uncomfortable eyes and sighed again.  "Something weird happened, but it doesn't seem to be harmful. Maybe I really remembered it wrong." He stood up, stretched out, and felt a pot of acid boiling in his stomach.  "Our butler had better find a new servant as requested No one cares whether their lord wants breakfast." He muttered with some dissatisfaction: "The last person who brought breakfast was disguised as a maid.  Where is the assassin?"

    us?  !

      Du Ze's unconscious words made Yulia feel that her mind, which had finally cooled down, was getting hotter.  She rarely cared about these details before.  Noticing that there was no special change in Du Ze's expression after that, she hesitated for a moment before confirming that the other party really didn't mean anything special.  This discovery made her feel a little disappointed.

    "I'll be ready and armed right now." She nodded and returned to the role of the guardian knight.

    "I hope Udonliss will like this gift." Du Ze did not notice Yulia's subtle psychological activities - his talent in this area was far inferior to his in magic or politics.  He continued talking to himself.  "After all, she helped a lot this time."

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