Chapter 179 We charge a fee!

It is not easy to free the female ghost from the bondage of the [Banshee Horn]. It is better to take a step back and let the female ghost regain her sanity temporarily so that she can communicate with the outside world.

Even its current owner, Lind, can't figure out what else it can do besides making the people it hooks fall into hallucinations and die.

The conditions for victory were so harsh that he never felt any help from the horn.

Morena frowned and chanted the spell for a long time. Her chanting was very sibilant and occasionally whistled, which must have something to do with her speaking habits.

Linde tried to remain quiet.

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 an illusion that looked very similar to her appearance.

The facial features cannot be seen clearly, but it has a human shape. There is no wind in the hall, but the human figure made of smoke is constantly breaking and gathering again.

Now Lind believed what the female ghost had said, that ghosts can wear clothes.

The phantom reached out and grabbed the female ghost. The two ghosts, who were unable to touch each other physically, were closely connected at this moment.

The gold-worshipping knights of the Kingdom of Rand should all be curious about this scene. Lind was also staring at it, but unfortunately he couldn't see much.

A muscular man who can only wield a greatsword will never understand the mystery of the mage.

Sweat oozed from Morena's forehead and nose, and her breathing became heavier.

When sweat gathered at the tip of her chin, she finally stopped chanting, and the blue-gray wisps of smoke that were pulling between her and the female ghost disappeared.

"How about it?"

"I need a bottle of potion." Morena raised her sleeve to wipe the sweat off her face and chin. Her body staggered and was about to fall to the ground, but before she fell, she was caught by Lind.

Grab it with one hand, like picking up a chicken.

Morena didn't like this treatment, as it reminded her of how unfortunate Domei was when he was caught.

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

Sometimes, he is considerate to ladies, and sometimes, he doesn't even think about it.

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

The cool-touch glass bottle was brought to her lips.

When Morena opened her eyes, she saw Lind's tall figure standing by her side 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. Her pale face became rosy again, but the fatigue in her eyes could not be dissipated. She needed a good sleep, the kind that could last 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 have to wait for me to go further."

Lind turned his head to look at the ghost in the bucket. She had stopped singing. Then he turned 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 was exactly what Linde wanted to hear.

A powerful collaborator who can also control the undead, we can definitely face the mastermind together and bring him out!

"Yes," the female ghost recognized Lind, but her expression was completely different from the one in the banshee's dream.

To elaborate, it is more lively, a bit like an 18-year-old girl rather than a witch from a magic school in the Far East.

"Hello again, Selina." Lind smiled, his big white teeth sincere and shining.

He was not familiar with the ghost, 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 "officials" and become a servant of the players. What Lind needed was the freedom to go to get off work and not to work if he wanted to.

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

"You are a ghost." Linde first carefully placed Morena to make sure she would not fall off the chair, and then strode towards the wooden barrel.

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

Unable to engage in any physical collision yet feeling uncomfortable due to the narrow space, ghosts are truly a kind of idealistic creature.

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

"Is that how you treat a naked lady?"

Chatting with Domei, Lind learned that some wizards would put aside their sense of shame about their bodies when studying 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. Their thirst for knowledge made them not care about the so-called differences between men and women.

The same goes for Selina. She and Domei should be the same type of people.

But the difference between the Selina in front of him and the one in the banshee's dream 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?" Lind asked the doubts in his mind again.

She must wear clothes, and it’s better not to wear anything too R18. It’s not that Lind is worried about corrupting children. There are absolutely no children who can play this game, and LSP is absolutely indispensable.

When Lind himself has nothing to do, he also likes to look at magic outfits.

What he was worried about was that if Selina appeared in front of the undead without clothes, then the powerful and charming Lord Linde would definitely take a step back in the popularity ranking.

No matter how handsome a male character is, he lacks competitiveness in front of beautiful female NPCs.

This is not only reflected in Lind. There are also many handsome men gathered around him, but most of them cannot be found. A small number of them, like Lance, only got the title of Deer Horn Man, and few people remember his real name.

Soon Lind saw the wonder of magic. After he asked someone to bring a gray women's dress with lace and threw it into the water, Selina transformed herself and put on the clothes.

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

Lind looked at Selina, and his mind was opened at that moment.

It’s working, it’s really working!

"There is a place that would be perfect for you, Miss Selina," Lind asked, "and it would be good for both of us, and you can always wear new clothes."

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

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

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, "where you can sing and send people into a Banshee dream."

"Same as what I did at Banshee Lake." Selina didn't like that job: "Lure them closer, let them enter a dream, and then let them die in the dream."

She just couldn't control herself when the outside world used her as bait, and she didn't completely lose that memory.

No one likes to be used as bait.

"No, it's definitely different!"

Lind raised his right index finger confidently, letting his shaking wrist drive his finger to sway, and smiled: "They will come to us on their own, and we charge a fee!"

(End of this chapter)