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Mousse fell asleep, but Wendlow couldn't rest.

The smell of blood will attract all kinds of predators and bandits, so now is the time to reinforce the doors and windows and wait for daybreak.

At the same time, there is one more thing to note.

That's why I became invisible in front of the devil?

From a physics perspective, what the human eye sees is not seeing.

Instead, light is transmitted to the eye through the refraction and reflection of sunlight by objects.

There is a slight difference with demons. They gain vision through the refraction and reflection of the magic wind by objects into their eyes.

Anything that has any form will cause the wind of magic to bounce back, and even individuals with outstanding magical talent can see the flow of the wind of magic.

Therefore, Windlow currently has two speculations. First, he might be able to bounce back all the magical winds and become a pure magic-free body.

Imagine something that bounces light perfectly, it's too bright to be seen.

There is also a speculation that his body absorbs light like a black hole, completely absorbing the wind of magic into his body.

Both speculations are simple guesses. The only thing we know is that he is the devil's nemesis.

Oops!

Wendlow immediately raised his hand from Mousse's forehead. The elf had a fever.

When people are weak, they are very susceptible to various diseases, and fever is just the most common one.

Now we need to immediately cool down Mousse's body temperature, pay careful attention to the wound, and then slowly take off her clothes.

Reduce the fever first, then take medicine.

But there is no known difference between an elf's body and that of a human, and Mousse's body temperature suddenly rose a lot.

All Wendlow could do was put his hand on her forehead and pray that the temperature would drop quickly.

At this moment, my hands suddenly felt a chill. This coolness seemed to be stimulated from within the body and surged out violently.

Frightened, Windlow quickly raised his hand and watched his palm being covered with frost in an instant.

It was crystal clear and sharp, causing slight tingling in the fingertips, and the entire palm was numb and frozen, but there was a strange feeling of warmth in the palm area.

"Damn, magic or a curse?"

Windlow jumped up suddenly, and then kept shaking his hands, but the frost in his hands became more and more, and only after it fell to the ground did it melt into water again.

He quickly put his palm into the hot water, and the whole basin of hot water became cold in a very short time and then froze into ice.

"No more ice! No more ice!"

Windlow was extremely frightened. The ice that seemed to grow out of his hand seemed to show signs of extending again, and then gathered into a huge ice ball in his hand.

It swung forward and turned into countless frost fragments. The manic breath nailed the frost fragments firmly into the wall.

The weaker areas were even penetrated directly by the ice flakes.

Then, the air in the entire room began to cool down, and in less than a moment it could be felt that the temperature had dropped by seven or eight degrees.

The air that Windlow exhaled also contained tiny ice crystals.

"Damn it, stop it! Stop it!"

But the louder the roar, the more frost there was around. Could it be that this was actually magic? Controlled by the power of emotions?

As expected of Wendlow, he immediately understood some clues.

A demon just died nearby, and the demon is the embodiment of the wind of magic, so there must be a lot of magic left here.

Therefore, it will be affected by subjective emotions and turn into various physical phenomena.

It turned out that Windlow's guess was right. After he calmed down, the icy atmosphere around him was completely reduced, and the entire room returned to its original state.

However, this man did not know that as a time traveler, his soul still remained on Earth, so what he traveled to this world was just a soulless body.

Such a soulless body is more like a magic black hole, which will instinctively absorb the magical wind around it and use it out through its own characteristics.

Now is not the time to learn magic, so he soaked a towel in cold water in the basin and placed it on Mousse's forehead. Then he boiled some antipyretic potion and fed it to Mousse.

After a whole night of tossing and turning, Mousse's condition finally improved. Perhaps it was because the elves themselves had powerful recovery abilities.

Or maybe it was because Mousse had been fighting for many years and his physique was good. By the time the sun rose from the horizon, the dark elf dread lord had already recovered.

Of course, she did not faint from the high fever, and she could always feel Wendlow's care for her.

He slowly sat up from the bed and gently patted the shoulder of Wendlow, who had freed up a little space.

"Thank you."

However, for the dark elves, this word is too taboo and they will hardly ever say it once in their entire lives.

So this time she spoke very quietly, not only Wendlow, but even she herself didn't hear it.

But asking her to repeat this sentence was impossible, so she could only crouch down slowly.

Then she kissed him lightly on the forehead.

While still sleeping, Wendlow only felt that a dog was licking his face constantly, and the saliva was everywhere.

He waved his hand quickly to drive it away, but touched Mousse's soft face. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the dark elf sitting on his lap.

Holding her face in her hands, her lavender eyes looked at her tenderly for the first time.

Then he lowered his head with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Mousse..."

"Windlow..."

The two people's faces were getting closer and closer to each other, and their foreheads were even touching.

"Moose, when I was fighting the demons last night, most of my silver coins were melted by the demons, so can I borrow some money from you?"

Mousse's face fell instantly. Damn it, the atmosphere was already at this point, and this guy.

Then he got off Windlow's legs and slapped him lightly. While he was being slapped, he took out ten silver coins from somewhere.

"This is the biggest loan I can give you! You must pay me back in full within three days!"

Being able to get the dark elves to lend you money is also a skill.

However, because of the slap just now, Mousse twisted his waist and hurt his muscles that had not yet healed. He frowned and covered his waist.

Fortunately, Wendlow supported her in time. The two of them didn't say a word to each other, but they were like partners who had lived together for a long time and could know each other's thoughts with just a glance.

The fire in the tavern had been completely extinguished, the stench of the corpse slowly dissipated, and the scarlet bloodstains merged into the wooden boards.

The last body was buried by Windlow in the newly dug grave, carefully covered, and a wooden board was inserted next to it as a memorial.

"Why care so much about the dead? They are already dead."

Mousse was sitting in the middle of the carriage, bandaged, his wounds not yet fully healed.

Windlow also finished all the work in his hands, then washed his hands and returned to the carriage.

“Because respecting the dead can help us better understand the meaning of life.”