Abyss Knight

Krak is an unremarkable viscount of the Koster Empire. He has no territory of his own, only a few small manors. He not at all has some real powers like his father, but just a free viscount in the empire.

Because he is an idle viscount, he has nothing to do all day, either teasing women, or buying and selling. As long as he has free time, he will take the professionals he recruited to play in a small town not far from their manor. This small city is very close to the mountain range of Cannes, so everyday all there are a large number of mercenaries and merchants with various wild beast fur and demonic beast corpses to trade here, and what he has to do is to deal with some small mercenaries or merchants Perform blackmail to gain benefits.

Some people were extremely dissatisfied with this Viscount Korek. They had troubled him before, but under the beating of more than ten professionals of that Viscount, they finally had to choose to give up and submit to humiliation. There are powerful forces that are determined to punish him, but Viscount Korak followed his mother and joined the Bacchus church many years ago. Facing a group of lunatics who are addicted to alcohol and have little sense, few people are willing to offend the Bacchus church because of this trivial matter. Everyone knows that this Bacchus church is extremely short-sighted.

They do not have the behaviors of a regular church to persuade people to be good, uphold morals, and respect the old and support the young. Instead, they vent all around all around after being drunk all day long, * **! Captivity! Plunder! Everything can be done. Of course, they are still very measured, and never actively provoke those powerful forces.

The above content was learned by Kukas through the task scroll. After he completed the first mission, the scroll had obvious changes, the most obvious being that the mission description was much more detailed than before.

Under the guidance of the mission scroll, Kukas arrived in the small town in only three days and found a small manor beside a small forest outside the city. According to the magic guide on the mission scroll, the mission goal is in the manor.

Kukas not at all directly broke in to find the target to kill, but bought some drinks and squatted under a boulder by the woods and drank it.

A pair of ordinary Knight long spear and a thin horse acting as a cover, coupled with his deliberately soiled clothes, all show that he is just a down-and-out Knight without much money.

Sitting under the big tree, Kukas silently observed the manor. He found that at intervals, some believers of the Bacchus church came out of the city and went to the manor to revel . When they passed by Kukas, they always cursed him with malicious words, and then persuaded him to join the Bacchus church and become a great Bacchus believer.

For the believers of the Dionysus Church, Kukas felt sick. Especially after several attacks by the believers and clergy of the Bacchus Church, his disgust and killing intent towards the Bacchus Church became more serious.

“If you can provide me with armor and weapons made of gold, and prepare me a can of gold that can never be poured out, I will promise to join you. I am a three Rank Knight, a powerful Knight who dared to fight evil dragons.” Whenever he met Dionysus followers to persuade him, he would use such a rhetoric.

“Just you trash Knight, if it weren’t our kindness, no church would take you in. Damn things, get out of here right away. This is the site of our Bacchus church.” A dress The gorgeous noble lady yelled at Kukas with a look of disgust: “We are going to have a banquet here. You, a dirty and humble person, leave me immediately.”

After several waves of believers in the Bacchus church, Kukas finally got the information he wanted. When facing this noble lady’s curse, he just laughed not at all and said more, but led his thin war horse slowly towards the town.

It takes a lot of drinks to open a banquet. Kukas easily killed a coachman who was delivering wine to the Bacchus church on the road. He put away the Knight long spear, rushed to the carriage, changed his outfit a little, and headed to the manor again.

Expensive red wine, sweet fruit wine, and even high-concentration red wine are scattered in this manor. Carriage keeps bringing fine wines, and members of the Bacchus church keep coming here.

Before the banquet started, these people began to drink and have fun: the women took off their clothes under the stimulation of alcohol, and they danced twisted dances in this cold winter, while the men shouted loudly. He applauded, and yelled from time to time: “Praise the great Bacchus!” More people directly began to mate on the table.

The noble Priestess danced on tiptoes on a long piece of table, tempting men to throw money and treasures on the table. They drank a can of fine wine from time to time, and then let out strange screams.

After Kukas delivered the wine, he left the carriage aside, and then sat at a table pretending to be the believers of the Bacchus church and started drinking. No one cares about him, because everyone can drink here, whether you are a beggar or a nobleman, whether you are the driver of the wine or the guard at the gate.

“It was a waste of effort.” After drinking half a magical drink, Kukas realized that his act of killing the coachman and getting in was too troublesome and useless. Because as time goes by, more and more people come to the banquet. At this time, not only the believers of the Bacchus Church, but also the down-and-out mercenaries and even some rascals from the bold ordinary person came over.

The dirty, rough hands rubbed on the priest who should be holy, but the priest who should be holy was drinking and moaning wanton.

Kukas found his goal, a middle-aged fatty sitting on a special chair enjoying two beautiful Priestess services, beside him there are more than a dozen professional guards . Those professionals did not drink, let alone find women to vent. They just kept there silently, doing their due work for the rewards they received. More than a dozen specially made firepits were taken to the manor by servants, in the firepit. What burns is not ordinary wood or coal, but precious magic branches. These magic branches are grown in the ground mixed with magic crystal powder, and their growth rate is very slow. The price is extremely expensive, a branch that can burn one day and one night, the price is even the price of a first-order spell copied by the casters. Here, hundreds of magical branches with the thickness of baby arms are burning in more than a dozen fire pits. And each of these branches can burn for ten days and ten nights.