"No, it's not permissible!"
Sandwin, with a serious demeanor, covered his chest.
"While I've entrusted my soul box to you, it doesn't grant you unrestricted authority over me! Want my armor? Impossible!"
Night Sanger shrugged indifferently, "I just wanted to have some fun. If you don't want to give it, that's fine."
After having Sandwin help him slaughter another blackwater giant toad, Night Sanger, finding it easy, decided to try it himself. However, he nearly got melted by the toad's stomach acid. Fortunately, a skill called "Chasing Wind Thirteen Swords" saved him.
"But even if I wanted to borrow, you can't. You can't take it off," Sandwin, feeling his tone may have been too much, sighed.
"I've worn this armor for twenty years. Except for the helmet, the whole set has fused with my body. You can say this is my body!"
He struck his chest armor, and Sandwin smiled wryly, spreading his hands.
"Oh, I see..."
Night Sanger moved his lips, choosing not to dwell on this topic. Instead, he looked at the sunrise on the horizon.
"Ah, it's dawn."
Undead have many advantages at night, but during the day, they experience a slight weakening, akin to humans staying awake at night.
For Night Sanger, his full strength could be exerted at night, but during the day, it was around 95, with no significant impact.
What was affected was his soul energy.
After deducting daily maintenance, he had 774 soul energy left, but he also had over 1,500 life energy, enough to last him a while.
"Let's go, it's time to return with me." After dealing with the blackwater giant toad's corpse, Night Sanger said to Sandwin.
Only by returning to the farm could he utilize the effects of the corpse-stopping wooden house to save Sandwin's soul energy.
"Um... before we leave, can I go back and deal with the zombies in the graveyard?" Sandwin asked.
Due to being close to those corpses for a long time, his undead aura had caused some zombies to revive. If he left without handling them, he worried they might cause trouble.
Night Sanger raised an eyebrow, "Isn't the shielding enchantment of the obelisk still active for almost half a year? The walls you used are thick enough; no zombie can get out. Don't worry."
"Besides, we might come back in the future. Let them guard the city for us."
Come back?
Sandwin looked at the mottled city walls under the morning sun, sighed, then turned and mounted Steeltooth.
"Let's go!"
"Wait! I haven't mounted the crocodile yet!"
...
Although the goblin skeletons carrying a large pile of weapons and equipment had a slow and clattering speed, they eventually returned at night.
Seeing the goblin farmers busy in the fields from a distance, Night Sanger breathed a sigh of relief.
Unconsciously, this farm under the walls of Lorran City had become his home, and returning home always relaxed him.
"Night... Oh, what happened to you? Why do you look so disheveled?"
Night Sanger didn't expect Ling to be here so late, and seeing him back in his initial appearance, he felt a bit awkward.
"Cough, just a little accident, nothing serious. Let me introduce you to our new companion."
Night Sanger pointed to Sandwin, who came over with Steeltooth. "My childhood friend, Sir Sandwin."
Childhood friend?
Ling looked suspiciously at Sandwin. How could Night Sanger always bring back some strange characters from the corners, but this time...
Huh? It seems somewhat reliable.
Dressed in ordinary black armor, Sandwin looked decent and elegant. Although his skin had lightened a bit and his lines had thickened, the noble temperament was evident to Ling, who was well-versed. Compared to Night Sanger, who was carefree and stingy, this Sandwin seemed more like a noble!
Sandwin walked to Ling and Bede, bowing slightly.
"Ladies, Sandwin is my name..."
With a bang, Night Sanger poked Sandwin's waist, "Enough, enough, we're all friends, that's about it."
Sniffing, Night Sanger looked at the campfire behind Ling, "Eating? "
Ling gave him a white look, "You have a sensitive nose. But I haven't prepared yours."
"Oh."
"Joking with you. But Sand..."
"Call me Wen Cheng or Sandwin." Sandwin smiled, and his white teeth made Night Sanger regretful.
I should have been a bit harder when pinching his face.
"I'll call you Sandwin. Well, I didn't prepare for yours. Can you wait a moment? I'll go make it."
"Sure." Sandwin bowed.
"Cooking? Ling, can you see if the things I brought back can be used?" Suddenly leaning over, Night Sanger pointed to his back.
In addition to that pile of equipment, he also brought back the dissected bodies of the last two blackwater giant toads, with each goblin having some meat attached.
Compared to simple barbecue, he felt that Ling's skill could better bring out the potential of these ingredients.
"Crocodile?" Ling asked in surprise, then nodded and took off the big black hammer behind him, swinging it twice.
"You actually brought a live one back. Well, this is good. Fresh crocodile blood-cooked porridge is the most nourishing. Wait a moment, all of you."
Steeltooth: ???
"Uh," Sandwin's face darkened, "Miss Ling misunderstood. This is my mount, Steeltooth, not for eating."
Ling blushed, realizing the white chunks and strange little silver fish hanging on the goblins' bodies.
"Early... early said it! However, Sand..."
"Call me Wen Cheng or Sandwin," Sandwin smiled and corrected, "Miss Ling, I think Mr. Night was referring to the fish and tadpoles on them."
"Fish? Tadpoles?"
Bede looked at the approaching Old Gu and the goblins behind him.
They were carrying shields, and inside the shields were black strange fish and fist-sized tadpoles tied with ropes...