The lord is red again

Star Dragon City, Lord's Hall.

Linde tasted the special delicacies from the NPC tavern, sweet little cakes.

As a food highly recommended by gourmet Miss Brittany, it has become one of the tavern's specialty desserts, attracting many undead people to check in.

There will be more and more similar specialty shops. Not all undead people are keen on killing. The existence of some entertainment-oriented shops is equally important.

"Try it." Lind pushed the small plate with the cake in front of him forward: "Our greedy snake Miss Brittany believes that eating can make people feel happy."

Sitting across from him was Reed, his expression filled with guilt.

"My lord" Reid glanced at the cake and then lowered his head.

His voice was bitter: "I screwed up."

"No one will succeed all the time." Linde stood up and walked in front of him. His figure became bigger and bigger as his strength increased, even faintly surpassing the boundaries of ordinary people. Reed, who was also the Grand Knight of the Sun's Witness Path, stood beside him. He actually looked a little thin in front of him.

Linde reached out and patted Reed's shoulder, his heavy hand holding Reed's body down slightly.

"One of our brothers went crazy. He tried to kill us. We couldn't even see the enemy, and we were just in chaos. In the end, you came, again..."

In the eyes of the soldiers, it was a shame for Linde to personally participate in every war. They were unable to protect the noble lords, and even needed the lords to personally charge into battle.

"We are brothers." Linde turned his head: "I will show up if you are in danger. If I were in danger, I believe you would be the same."

"Of course!" Reid nodded heavily, he had never doubted this.

Lind has proven this countless times with his actions.

And they are also willing to give back with actions.

The friendship of living and dying together becomes even more precious in the apocalypse.

"I have fully understood your decisive response. You did not let a brother die, minimized the loss, and remained calm even when facing a ghost that you have never seen. This story cannot be sung by bards, but I still Keep him in mind."

Linde reached out and pinched the small cake: "Are you really not going to have a piece? You will like the taste."

Reed shook his head. He had no appetite.

Seeing that Reid was not in good condition, Lind said, "Would you like me to recommend a book to you?"

"I don't know much about literacy," Reed said helplessly.

"They are all illustrations, and they are very detailed."

There are already undead people painting here, such as the big iron door in the Lord's Hall.

Art students exude their charm here.

However, the book Linde recommended came from Dome's bookshelf collection, and the content was quite vulgar.

"Remember Boyd?" Linde's desire to recommend the book became stronger and stronger. Perhaps this is because the less others like it, the more I want to recommend it.

"That... uh... court painter?" Reed raised his head.

"This book was written by him." Lind winked at Reed.

"If you insist," Reid said with a smile, "I'm still a little interested in books."

"Haha, that's right." Linde pinched another piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth. It was not easy to have a little sweetness. Life in this world is already bitter enough.

Reed also picked up a piece of cake. He could understand what Linde meant. He could only bury his self-blame deep in his heart and wait for the next time. He must work hard to repay Linde.

When it comes to Boyd, no one in the entire Golden City, especially the men who go to special places, doesn't know him.

Boyd's works hang on the walls of those shops, and it's easy to get angry just by looking at them.

It is said that Boyd had a great study of posture, and his work was regarded by store owners as an employee manual for training employees.

It is also said that Boyd had aristocratic blood, which made Boyd the only court painter appointed to paint full-length portraits of all lords and nobles.

And he has fucked countless men and women.

Lind once asked Boyd to paint a full-length portrait when he was 17 years old. When he inherits the title of baronet, he will have a second portrait, and he will have one every year and every major event thereafter. A portrait of yourself.

His impression of Boyd was more than just a master of pornography. He remembered that Boyd was very wild and unrestrained, and somewhat free and easy beyond this era. He once said "there is no kingdom that will never die" when he was drunk that day.

If the king hears it, he will be severely punished even if he is Hedwin's biological son.

Linde kept that sentence in his heart and never talked about it to outsiders.

The atmosphere relaxed slightly, and Reed spoke again: "We trapped him at that time, Bieber, a very discerning young man. He came from the Second Army and was good at using hatchets and spears."

Knowing that he was going to continue talking, Lind made a swallowing motion, and the sound was a bit loud. If Miss Brittany saw him eating cake like this, she would definitely complain about why he didn't drink the cake. , that thing can be swallowed directly without chewing.

"Then Bieber lost control and broke free," Reid continued.

"He ran away from Weeping Town, and we followed him closely into the depths of the Valley of Souls. The walls of the valley were shrinking, and we quickly reached the end. I suspect we were directly under the counter current. Right there. At the end, there are dozens of ghosts lingering, fighting each other with weapons."

Linde suddenly sat up straight. This was different from what Morena said. There was no need for the other party to deceive him. As long as Reed came back, nothing could be hidden.

"What happened next?"

"Bieber seemed to be guided by something. There was a stone door at the end, like a door leading to an underground tomb."

"That kid couldn't beat us, but he kept crying until the stone door opened. The ghosts fighting outside picked up their fallen heads and arms and floated back to the stone door. We were finally able to get away."

As Reed spoke, he seemed to have returned to the end of the Soul Valley. They thought they had gained temporary safety at the time, but they didn't expect that the stone door suddenly blew out a gust of wind, and then the ghosts fighting each other rushed over together.

They rode their horses and ran wildly while looking back.

Unknown ghost enemies were chasing behind them. It was difficult to see further in the lightless land, but the trembling sound of the ghosts made people dizzy.

Some disaster war horses were ignited by the strange atmosphere and completely lost control. Then the knights lost their balance and fell to the ground with their horses.

Reed had to stop to save people, but he was besieged by ghosts.

In the end, he chose to lie on the ground. The ghost flew over his head, completely disrupting their escape formation. The cold wind in the valley whistled, causing the heart to tremble.

Panic and whistling wind spread on the ground. Reed and others, who were helpless against the ghost, finally survived until the moment when the ghost was pulled back by the power in the stone gate.

They no longer entangled whether they could complete the Lord's task. Staying any longer would inevitably cause greater trouble and danger. It happened that the out-of-control Bieber returned to normal at that time, so Reed and others could come back.

Lind listened to the other party's report. There was a grave at the end of the Soul Valley, which was a little beyond his expectations.

Is it related to the soul? Does it mean that there are things related to Morena's magic path there? It may be related to the potion path, or it may be related to blessed weapons or cursed weapons.

Now everything unusual deserves careful attention.

Lind really wants to go and see, but before that he must have a way to hurt the ghost.

The conversation with Reed was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps.

"My Lord!"

"What's wrong?" Lind recognized that this was the soldier he ordered to keep an eye on the square, and he had to tell him no matter what strange things happened.

"A lot of undead died. They stayed in front of the pool for a short time and their bodies exploded quickly."

Lind's eyes lit up. Many deaths? Many deaths mean that many people went there.

"How did they react?" Lind asked.

The man hesitated and thought for a long time before answering: "They seem very happy, and a little unwilling. Some of them have gone to the guild to accept tasks because they don't have enough points."