Lord of Plenty

Compared with the magnificent and novel and unique shops around.

The dark and rustic three-story castle can be said to be the only one of the most down-and-out nobles who live in such a place.

It was enough to disappoint every foreign tourist who came to visit.

But only when the residents settle down in the rich harem and live a better and better life can they understand, understand, and worship.

The Pope is the spokesperson of God chosen by people, and God’s Choice is the spokesperson of God himself.

There is no need to compare, and there is no suspense of comparison.

They have long abandoned the faith of the Six Gods and only recognized the fertility.

Although Dansu is one of the few countries in the human empire that believe in relatively free faith, he will be ridiculed in his fertility and faith in the Six Gods.

Is there any difference between believing in that thing and believing in a dog, ah, it is a stone or a rotten wood?

At least no one will plunder the last penny you have in your hand under the banner of stones and rotten wood.

Once the people's wisdom is opened, it will not be so easy to fool everyone.

It can be said that even at the most difficult moment of the fertile sect, Kun should give priority to setting up schools and open them to all residents in the territory for free.

The reward for this matter has begun to emerge.

"The person who comes stops!"

"What's the point? This is Brother Lucas."

The guards in charge of guarding the castle gate rebuked their younger generation.

“Brother Lucas, are you here to find Captain Dwayne, Captain Dwayne is not on the castle right now.

And who is the one behind you? "

"It was Miss Beti from the egg betting shop who asked me to bring him over, saying that the Lord Lord wanted to see him."

"Oh, this matter, Lord Butler has already given instructions in advance, Deori, you can lead him to the living room on the first floor."

Seeing Lucas' suspicious expression, the guard smiled and explained:

"It's because there are too many orders in the alchemy factory recently, and Miss Betty can't trust those outsiders.

Then he borrowed a group of people from the Lord of the Lord. Now most of the people in the castle are not here, and they are all helping with the Alchemy Workshop.

So we can only lead the way.

You know, our post is just like standing. Who is so unrestrained that you dare to make trouble under the nose of a demigod wizard?

Even those immortal Holy Spirits dare not, let alone others.

It doesn’t matter if there is one more person and one less person standing here. "

Lucas nodded, "I brought the person there, so I'll leave first. A new tavern has been opened in the territory. Let's go back and invite you to drink."

"I'll have time tonight."

Lucas laughed and scolded, "Okay, then let's go tonight."

After watching Lucas leave, the guards led the undead mage Andres to the castle's reception room.

Andres, who was afraid of scaring people, used magic to block his face and suddenly asked:

"Is that person from your lord's guard team just now?"

De Ory, who has never looked down on those in the security team, said disdainfully:

"I don't remember that there is such a person in the escort team. No, maybe he was really from our escort team before.

I heard from my seniors that several former guards who were easily possessed by ghosts and had no firm will were rushed from the guard team to the security team by Lord Tate.

Let us also take it as a warning, not only focus on improving our strength, but ignore the tempering of our will...

No, why do I tell you this? "

De Ory, who knew that he was a little too much, quickly shut up and refused to say another word, just led the way.

Being possessed by ghosts and then being driven away from the guards?

Andres's eyes flashed and disappeared.

Normally, professionals should not be easily possessed by low-level undead like ghosts, unless they are weak in their will and are easily shaken and tempted.

But a person's willpower can be improved through acquired training, not like talent, and it is difficult to change.

Moreover, willpower has no direct relationship with the good and evil of this person.

In other words, does the great demigod wizard value more on personal abilities than on good and evil camps?

Andres was happy in his heart. If the demigod mage Cang was also conservative of ridiculous good and evil, then he would be really disappointed.

Soon, the two of them arrived at the living room of Blackstone Castle.

The living room was bright and warm, but Andres felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, as if he was in magma.

Here is a vigorous vitality that he cannot describe, which is completely in conflict with his own dark force that is biased towards death.

But the vitality here is too strong, it is like a piece of ice held in the palm of his hand.

The environment here is rapidly annihilated his magic power, trying to completely deduce him into nothingness.

Time passed minute by minute, but the figure he was looking forward to never appeared.

The instinct of the undead drove him away from this cruel hell with extremely vigorous vitality, but as a mage, his desire for truth took root under his feet and didn't move.

"Guru ~"

Andres' throat rolled. As a great master of the undead, many of his body's functions have long disappeared, such as heartbeat and saliva.

He just felt like a fish dragged to the center of the desert, being dried into fish bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit, so he subconsciously made such a reaction.

"Let's go, leave here quickly, huh~, huh~

So what if he is a demigod wizard? Can he really guide you on the way forward? He is just a descendant of wizards who was blessed by the gods and was promoted to demigod by chance. "

"No, no!

Whether it is the potion that can open the door of the saint, or the battle between the king and the saint Valentina.

Even the old man Falcole will never be willing to be inferior to others just because of the other party's identity as the chosen one of God, and give up his original exploration and pursuit of the magic. "

"But if you die here now, the pursuit of the magic, the stepping into the hero field, and the leaving a name in history will all become a bubble.

Let's go, let's go, there is hope and future only when we are alive.

Isn't it this desire to live that makes you choose to become this half-human, half-ghost appearance? ”

“…”

Minute after minute passed, and half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Andres, who was still standing in the reception room, was staggering. The undead aura transformed from his strong magic power had long been exhausted.

The undead aura that had always lingered around him melted away like ice and snow in spring.

The magic that concealed his face had also failed, revealing his ugly appearance like a mummy.

Even the special robe with undead attributes on his body seemed to have been weathered for hundreds of years and no longer had its previous luster.

Without the support of magic power, this was just a moving corpse, so fragile that it would break at the touch.