Chapter 927

After the mourning undead soldier finished sniffing the dead-man fruit, it calmly stuffed it into its pocket, picked another one, and flew into the air to patrol again.

After circling a large circle and confirming that the vicinity was "safe," the mourning undead soldier flew back. When passing by another mourning undead soldier, it quickly stuffed the new fruit into the other party's hand, then rose to the airship, looking down from a high position to stay alert.

A trace of surprise flashed in the dead-gray eyes of the other mourning undead soldier. It calmly held the dead-man fruit, and then, taking advantage of the four mages not paying attention, quickly took it out to look at it. Soon it saw the clues, took it under its nose and inhaled hard, and then its eyes lit up.

None of the four mages noticed the private actions of the mourning undead soldiers. They were like noble children who didn't understand the world, breathing fresh air to their heart's content, stretching their bodies, watching the scenery, picking plants, and even setting up magic stoves, starting pots and burning oil, in the posture of spring outing, picnic, and camping.

As for safety and such, it was completely handed over to the two mourning undead soldiers.

These four mages were not ordinary nobles. In fact, it could be seen from the magic robes on their bodies. Not only was the weaving fine, but it was also embroidered with exquisite magic patterns. The edges were inlaid with magic metal wires, and the wrist needles and collars were all magic accessories, combining practicality and luxury. At a glance, they were worth a lot.

However, their clumsy appearance exposed that they had almost no self-care ability. For example, they put oil in before the water in the pot was dry, and the oil from the frying pot splashed everywhere. Fortunately, they supported shields when putting in the oil, otherwise, they would have been scalded with blisters.

This kind of work was clearly always done by maids and servants, but there were no maids or servants around them. They were so clumsy because they did it themselves.

After watching for a while, Naigelis said: "A bit like that who who who, Xiehede, is that the name?"

Back in the desert, two guys tried to surround and kill Naiaili, and one of them was a particularly arrogant mage, driving a luxury carriage, bringing several beautiful maids, and even laying down a carpet before getting off the carriage.

Later, they had internal strife and perished together. The carriage equipment was all picked up by Ang. The dragon-patterned steel-core secret silver wire-inlaid magic-patterned soil-covered forged gemstone-enhanced piercing-enchanted two-handed sword that Lu Se specifically used to fill the word count was picked up from them.

These few mages, except for the lack of maids around them, had almost the exact same temperament as Xiehede.

Yinbi pondered and said: "You mean they want to slaughter dragons, but their families don't allow it, so they ran out secretly, didn't bring maids, and only brought bodyguards?"

"Is that what I meant? After your analysis, it seems quite like it. That's right, that's what I meant," Naigelis was stunned for a moment and slapped his waist muscle hard, saying.

"Slaughter dragons? Kill Aogeli's family?" The Monarch asked puzzled.

Yinbi said: "That's not it. Slaughtering dragons is just a metaphor. They said Endless Great Void at the beginning. They should be here to wait for the little ghost."

"A few noble children who can't even cook ride an airship for months to come here to wait for the little ghost? Does the little ghost have such a big attraction?" Naigelis was surprised.

Yinbi nodded: "Yes. The Monarch said it's an energy desert, a desert that no one has ever crossed. Suddenly one day a caravan walks out. Aren't you curious about what they relied on to cross this desert?"

"No creature has ever come out of the Endless Great Void. Now a fortress has sailed out. It is estimated that not only these people, but the entire Filie Empire and the Radiant Alliance will be curious. There will definitely be more people coming to welcome, watch, and even compete for it."

Naigelis was suddenly anxious: "That won't do. The little ghost is ours, and it can't be snatched away by them."

However, seeing these noble mages willing to ride an airship for months, holding their breath until the air stank just to come over and wait, one can imagine how big the attraction of the fortress emerging from the Endless Great Void is.

The air inside the airship will not remain fresh forever. It needs an air purification array to circulate. If it circulates too many times, it will stink and needs to supplement new air.

If it were workers, soldiers, adventurers, and such, stinking a bit is fine. Anyway, everyone is stinky to begin with, and as long as they don't suffocate, it's fine. But these pampered noble mages have never suffered such crimes.

The picnic life of the several noble mages ended with a lump of indescribable charred paste, and in the end, they had to take out the dry food and fruit preserves in their storage accessories to chew.

However, they had been eating these dry foods for months. Although they were all expensive meat jerky, dried fruits, pastries, and such, they would get tired of eating them too much. After the two female mages chewed a few mouthfuls, they began to search around, preparing to pick some fresh fruits to whet their appetites.

"Bessie, did you notice that these plants are so neat? Could it be that someone planted them?" One of the female mages suddenly said to her companion.

The female mage named Bessie patted her forehead exaggeratedly and said unpleasantly: "You stupid Yifu, did you just notice now? The plants here are neat and tidy. Although the varieties are diverse, they all have a certain regularity. Of course, they were planted by others."

"Ah? Then will it be bad if we pick other people's things casually?" Yifu asked nervously.

"Pfft... It is the honor of these fruits to be picked by us. In this desolate place, no matter how many crops are planted, you can't make money. At worst, we can just leave some money behind. You might as well worry about whether it is poisonous," Bessie scoffed. While speaking, she took out her magic staff and pointed it at the fruit she had just picked—Identification Spell.

Looking at the magic staff she took out, Naigelis's eyes lit up: "World Tree? The magic staff she uses is made of World Tree."

There must be at least one World Tree in the Radiant Alliance because the finger of Ang's current planting construct body is made of World Tree.

However, only the one on the Radiant Alliance side has it, and it is only used on the fingers. The planting constructs of the same model on the Filie Empire side don't have it, which leads to the flexibility of the hands of the planting constructs produced by Filie being inferior to those produced by the Radiant Alliance, and it is very easy to crush the fruit when picking it.

The Identification Spell was cast on the fruit, but the feedback was blank.

"Eh, can't identify it? Is it a new variety of plant?" Bessie said in surprise.

The Identification Spell is an arcane art, which has the same effect as a touchstone, equivalent to inscribing some information in the magic staff. When you encounter something you don't know, you point at it. If the information of the item is inscribed, it will be displayed.

The accuracy of the Identification Spell is directly related to the inscribed information. If it cannot be identified, it means there is no information about it in the magic staff.

The information inscribed in Bessie's magic staff almost covers everything that has been recorded. The biggest possibility that even it cannot identify is a new variety.

Of course it is a new variety, carefully cultivated by Ang, so it can grow in this environment.

Although it couldn't be identified, the fruit was plump and tempting. Bessie couldn't help but take a light bite. The sweet taste hit her taste buds that had been chewing dry food for months: "So sweet, delicious."

"Really? I'll taste it too." Yifu also picked one.

With the surprise of the first one, Bessie's confidence in the crops here increased greatly, thinking: They are all planted, so there shouldn't be anyone planting poisonous crops, right?

Continuing to look for other fruits, she didn't worry about safety at all because the mourning undead soldiers had already patrolled.

Soon Bessie turned to the area of the dead-man fruit trees, picked a dead-man fruit, took a bite, and then spat it out with a "wow," shouting with a big tongue: "Poisonous!"