After mastering the resurrection technique, they begged me to extend their lives.

Whether Ai Li can defy her superiors or not, An Xiao doesn't know.

But he knew very well that if other creations were toyed with in this way, such as the Wind Sword Maiden, he would definitely be killed or tortured to death by the other party's deep despair, with no other options.

So, if we don't extend the lifespan of our creations in time, and they miss their cooldown twice, they'll trigger a protection mechanism and turn their anger towards me, is that right?

An Xiao roughly understood the limitations of the "Resurrection Technique".

—We should not easily abandon creation.

—Don't miss the two life-saving opportunities.

This means that you must always keep your "Mana full" and you must revive your creations rationally to ensure that the most critical creations can always be around you, instead of being used and then discarded, causing them to become red-named enemies when you revive them.

"Understood."

An Xiao nodded, glad that she had discovered the hidden mystery in the panel early on.

If you don't understand some mechanisms beforehand, it will be too late if a backlash occurs later.

At this moment, the princess, her heart pounding, followed behind him, still unable to recover from what he had just said.

From childhood to adulthood, no one has ever said anything to her that made her feel so safe.

The opposite sex around her either coveted her status or lusted after her young body.

An existence like An Xiao, who can truly "control and dominate" herself, is unprecedented.

Being treated with such unwavering support...it feels so reassuring...

Although he can be cold and his expression can be intimidating at times... ultimately, he's the only one who saved me, or at least temporarily pulled me back from the brink. He's irreplaceable in this world.

So...so...I should trust him more, and not treat him like a pawn to be used in trade, like I've treated others before, right?

"Did I do something wrong?"

Unconsciously, the girl, who felt she was terrible, fell into a deep state of self-reflection and walked forward with her head down.

crunch--

The door opened.

An unfamiliar voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Oh ho? You guys are finally out! I've been waiting forever!"

"Also, are these two your 'creations'? They're covered up so tightly, I can't even see their faces."

The little fox girl stood at the door, looking impatient and talkative. She glanced left at the girl and right at Chris, her curiosity completely undisguised.

"Okay, I'm almost ready here. Let's set off immediately."

An Xiao turned around and closed the hidden door at the bottom of the cellar, intending to lead the two of them directly upwards.

Only then did the little fox's pupils shrink as it finally saw what he was carrying on his back...

"No, no, what's that on your back?! Wait, why are you carrying a coffin? Is that considered unlucky?"

Hoshimi's eyes widened; she had never seen such an ominous prop before.

"Wait, you don't actually have someone in there, do you?"

"Mind your own business."

An Xiao's expression hardened, and she responded with her usual indifference, continuing on her way as if nothing had happened.

Side.

Airi was also clearly very concerned about Hoshimi's presence.

After all, the fox girl's voice was sweet and coquettish, and her words had a flirtatious tone. Even if the little fox herself didn't mean it that way, it still made Airi hesitate several times, wanting to ask about her identity...

But in the end, I held back.

My older brother has his own ideas, and I shouldn't interfere too much.

And judging from his attitude towards her, she seems "safe." Hmm.

"..."

Catching Airi's movements, the little fox exclaimed again, "It's really strange. Your creations look different from others... There's something odd about them."

She followed behind the group, muttering to herself.

"What's different?"

An Xiao didn't turn around, but asked casually.

He knew that Xingmi was a well-traveled merchant and might encounter other sorcerers.

In the continent of Vain, warlocks are even rarer than mages, that much is certain.

After all, the Sorcerer Kingdom in Terraria has a Sorcerer Academy that can train mages in large numbers, but no matter which country you are in, warlocks do not have similar formal institutions, and it is impossible for them to easily obtain a professional certificate.

Generally speaking, to become a professional, one can only go to the "Artisan Association" in some big cities to contact high-level seniors for assessment and certification. Without a lineage, it is basically difficult to grow independently.

From this perspective, the value of this qualification certificate is significantly higher than that of other professions on the market.

as predicted.

Xingmi said, "We demi-humans can freely enter and leave the Octarus Beastman Kingdom. There are many underground sorcerers there, and they gather in a place called Red Valley to study fire magic together."

"Red Valley?"

"Yes. The 'creations' they summon... uh, should I put it that way? Anyway, most of the summoned creatures are flame imps or something, and there are very few like the two behind you... people?"

The little fox tried its best to organize its thoughts and express its feelings.

In her mind, aren't the things that warlocks summon "imps" or similar "minions"?

Even though I've heard of powerful sorcerers who can summon "demon guards," I've never seen anyone actually manage to summon a humanoid creature...

Moreover, they appear to be able to move on their own and follow naturally.

That's amazing.

[Also, this... the man on the right, his build looks so much like the militia captain in this town!]

As the daughter of a merchant, Xingmi had visited Ningye Town many times and was quite adept at recognizing people; she was not face-blind.

Although Chris was wearing a leather hood and a linen headscarf that completely covered her face, she still sensed something was amiss.

"Is it really okay for him to cover his eyes and not look where he's going? Is he a blind monk?"

"."

An Xiao refused to answer any of her unnecessary questions, focusing instead on the key point: "So, a normal warlock can't summon a 'creation' like me, right?"

"Of course, I've never seen a humanoid creature summoned, except when I heard tales in Stardust Harbor about a sorcerer from another realm who could use 'corpse-making magic'... Hmm, but it's probably not quite the same as yours."

The little fox's words immediately reminded An Xiao of a certain evil girl.

He nodded slightly, seemingly lost in thought.

An unreplicable divine art, which only you can control.

No matter how hard Lilia tries to explore herself, she can only make clumsy imitations.

There is a fundamental difference between "resurrection" and "corpse manipulation".

"Let's go."

Having successfully shifted the topic, An Xiao didn't linger and finally led the group to breathe in the fresh air outside their residence.

Look around.

The nearby houses have been searched, and some militiamen are patrolling the roads. The martial law is even more severe than it was in the early morning.

Not far away, a caravan of merchants was parked in front of the inn, and mercenaries were loading food and water onto the vehicles.

Seeing several unfriendly gazes directed at her, An Xiao immediately issued commands to the creation via the main control panel—

Chris, proceed in the opposite direction, lead the team to the destination—the hidden door in the fence—and assist me in using the key to open the hidden door and leave Ningye Town.

As the order was written, An Xiao glanced at Chris's empty hands.

Think for a second.

Suddenly, she took out a familiar-looking javelin from her ring and threw it at him:

[Any obstacle encountered will be dealt with swiftly and decisively.]

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