Is soone talking in the well?!
Tusi suddenly recalled the stories his grandma used to tell him to scare him as a child, saying that there was a type of monster called a well fairy that loved to hide in wells, luring people over with its voice, and then pulling them into the well when they peered inside.
As a child, he was genuinely terrified by these stories, so much so that he still fears it now whenever he hears soone talking near a well, which is why the profession of Demon Hunter seems so impressive to him.
But...
"Aren’t well fairies usually female?"
Typically, female voices are more effective at creating a horror atmosphere, but if it’s a man’s voice, especially the one earlier that ca from the well, it sounded hearty and a bit resonant, only making one think of so unlucky farr who accidentally fell into the well.
The scary atmosphere vanished completely, turning into a village cody, with a feeling that people might burst into song and dance any mont.
"Hey, is anyone there—looks like I must have heard wrong..." The voice sounded a bit aggrieved, making people want to go over and speak.
"Who are you, and why are you in the well?" Tusi asked from a few steps away from the well’s mouth, having his two companions hold his legs from behind just in case they had to pull him back quickly if sothing happened.
He also said if they really couldn’t pull him back, they should let go and not drag everyone into the well.
"Oh oh, soone finally ca!"
The voice in the well beca delighted and introduced himself:
"I am Jack Baldor from Catalina, a knight who was sneakily knocked into the well, have you seen my armor by any chance?"
Jack Baldor, from Dark Souls III, is also Onion Knight in this generation of gas, hearty and loyal, and is Gong Qiying’s favorite Onion Knight of all ti.
As for why he fell into the well, it’s related to an old friend.
"What does your armor look like?"
Armor? Normally, wouldn’t soone in this situation want soone above to pull them out instead of asking for their armor?
Tusi felt the request was quite strange but gradually realized this Jack Baldor person was probably a residual shadow, like Blacksmith Andre or rchant Curry.
"Ah... round, all parts of the armor are round. If you’ve seen it, it would be quite morable."
This description is too abstract, Tusi imagined the armor looking like an eggshell, and couldn’t help but laugh at the comical image, asking, "Do you want to pull you up?"
Since the other person was a residual shadow, having a good relationship should be beneficial, he thought.
"Thank you for your kindness, but no thanks. I can climb up myself, but without my armor, I’d feel awkward facing people."
His self-esteem was rather strong. Tusi nodded and asked, "Do you need anything to eat or drink? How about so rice porridge? I can pour so down to you."
Jack Baldor refused repeatedly. In the end, Tusi gave up asking, realizing the person only wanted his armor.
"Alright, if I see your armor, I’ll bring it to you, okay?"
"Thank you, my friend."
It seed the story this residual shadow could trigger ended here. Tusi shook his head at others and suddenly noticed the red-glowing Elental Bottle at his waist, a thought crossed his mind, and he leaned over the well’s edge to ask, "Do you want an Elental Bottle? We have plenty here."
The adventurers nowadays are smart, using the Fire Injection Secret Ceremony obtained from defeating the three Corpse Warlocks and throwing them into the bonfire at the Fire Transmission Ceremony site, which was the most convenient bonfire location.
This ti, Jack Baldor didn’t refuse again. Tusi tossed the Elental Bottle down, and soon after, the bottle was thrown back up with a light point, said to be a thank you gift. Picking it up, he saw:
[Undead Hunter Amulet]
[A tool for hunting the Undead, when thrown at them, it prevents them from regaining health through Elents within a certain range and ti]
[Legacy of Lloyd, the leader of the knights that once hunted the Undead, the chief god of the White Church, Lloyd, is no longer believed in, but the hunting of the Undead continues, blocking their recovery power to fight fairly]
Undead, huh? Seems like the special kind of people talked about in the ancient tales by the bonfire, but is this thing useful to us?
Tusi scratched his head. Since there was only one talisman, he didn’t test it on himself, instead, he pocketed it and hurried, with his companions, to where Fingerley and the others were.
Thanks to prior exploration experience, the complex terrain of the graveyard seed less daunting this ti. The Animated Corpses were indeed annoying and gross, but dodging them prevented being covered in rice porridge.
Yet running around to avoid the Animated Corpses muddled their sense of direction even more.
After about half an hour, Tusi and his group finally climbed onto the roof. To their surprise, Fingerley and the others were sitting there resting, not exploring further ahead.
"Yo, finally back." Fingerley nodded at him.
"Mr. Fingerley, what about that enemy, did you take care of him? Why didn’t you continue onward?"
Fingerley shook his head, "No, he got away."
"Huh?"
He suddenly tossed Tusi a telescope, pointing to a position in the sky. The other picked it up and looked through.
Whoa, the Curse Binder was hanging mid-air, clutching his giant eagle, as if waiting for adventurers.
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