I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

Then, she noticed Meili-chan, whose eyes seemed to be shining brightly.

"Excuse me, is there something on my face?"

Leticia, who was a little scared by Mei Li, asked cautiously.

At the same time, the knight's sword she held in her hand was slightly lifted upwards, and Leticia, who was only nodding acquaintance with the old man of the mountain for the time being, was still quite vigilant.

"Hahahaha, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay. I thought you should look similar to that vampire just now, but looking at it now, you are basically two different races."

Mei Li smiled and raised her hand and waved it, and stepped forward to shorten the distance between the two, with a bit of surprise on her face.

"By the way, since you are also a vampire, Leticia, do you have any clue about the current situation?"

Facing the professional "actress" Mei Li who was good enough to get excellent graduation grades from the acting departments of communication universities in various countries, the still young Leticia was immediately taken away from the topic and turned her attention to the gift game.

"That, that..."

Faced with Meili's question, Leticia's face blushed with shame, her jewel-like red pupils dodged a little, and she lowered her head slightly.

"Although I am indeed a vampire, I haven't done much research on such boring things..."

On the other hand, the old man of the mountain, who had read the contract document before, no longer planned to study it by himself.

The old man of the mountain who asked himself not to like reasoning and deciphering games, when encountering similar situations in the past, would always assign the task to the right person to handle, while he waited for the result.

In other words, he was going to call someone.

In the middle of the road in the town at night, the Mountain Man pulled out Frostmourne to unblock the magic circle, and took out the staff of Ainz Ooal Gown which symbolized the Great Tomb of Nazarick again.

The surging magic power attracted the attention of everyone present, and a blue-white magic circle appeared at the foot of the old man of the mountain, and scarlet blood flashed in his eye sockets.

"I order in the name of my Ainz Ur Gown, guardians of the seventh floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, come before my king!"

Scathach watched the action of the old man of the mountain with interest, and felt a demonic aura from the brightly lit magic circle, and he was also an extremely powerful high-ranking demon.

The light that illuminated most of the town dissipated, and the person who responded to the call of the mountain man showed himself.

The unknown man was wearing an English-style suit, with elf-like pointed ears, but his appearance was somewhat inclined to an oriental face.

With his thick black hair brushed back and a pair of round glasses on his face, he looks like a very capable business person, or a professional such as a lawyer.

Behind it is a tail covered by a silver metal plate, with six spikes growing from the front end, surrounded by light black flames that are constantly shaking.

The whole person just exists here, exuding an evil atmosphere that cannot be concealed.

"Demiurge, the Creator of Hell, the guardian of the seventh layer of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, see our supreme ruler, Lord Ainz Ooal Gown."

As he spoke, Demiurge raised his right hand and caressed the left side of his chest, then slightly retreated with his right foot and knelt down in front of the mountain old man, bowing his head deeply in awe.

"Head up."

With Frostmourne in his right hand and Ainz Ooal Gown's staff in his left hand, the Mountain Man stared at Demiurge, with dark blue flames burning in his eye sockets, exuding a breath of death.

"Demiurge, let me ask you. Are you still a loyal dog willing to follow and obey the will of the Supreme Being as before?"

"Of course!"

After hearing the mountain man's question, Demiurge answered forcefully without any hesitation.

He looked up at the pale white skull mask of the old man of the mountain, his face was full of excitement and fanaticism, like a brainless groupie who saw a star idol.

"I, Demiurge, am willing to swear again: I will only serve Ainz-sama as my master in this body, this life, and this world, and I will follow you to the death and never betray you!!"

Chapter 69 Crown Gaffer

"Very good! But, let's call me the old man of the mountain first."

The Old Man of the Mountain nodded slightly, very satisfied with Demiurge's attitude without the slightest hesitation, and at the same time believed in the loyalty he expressed.

Demiurge lowered his head again to express his understanding, and did not raise any doubts about the Mountain Man's request to change his title.

Anyway, no matter how the Supreme Being is the Supreme Being, as long as its essence remains unchanged, then his loyalty to Demiurge will not change.

The Mountain Man called Demiurge to get up, handed him the contract document of the gift game, and explained the current situation of the gift game in detail.

Demiurge bowed slightly and took the contract document with both hands, put his glasses on with his hands, and carefully read the content of the document with a serious face.

"Restore the original truth of the vampire?"

"Forgive me for being stupid, but I don't know why my lord didn't call Shalltear out to ask. As the true ancestor of vampires, she might know some secrets that we don't."

The old man of the mountain was stunned for a moment, but he immediately remembered the huge difference between Shalltear's birth and the birth of a normal vampire.

In other words, the birth of many guardians of the entire Nazarick tomb cannot be judged and explained according to common sense, so it does not have any reference value.

However, if we want to carry out gift games in the future.

It must be a very good game condition to explore the truth about the birth of the guardians of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

Because not only are 41 supreme beings dedicated to creating it, but there are also more complicated unknown factors such as world traversal.

"I've considered this point, but the vampires mentioned in this document should be the local vampires. The original truth has absolutely nothing to do with Shalltear."

The man of the mountain calmly gave the answer Demiurge wanted. This posture immediately became taller and majestic after being reflected in the eyes of the number one loyal minister in the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

"So that's how it is. Lord Weng of the Mountain is really as wise as ever, and he has thought through all the blind spots that we might not have considered."

The old man on the mountain, who had long been accustomed to Demiurge's style, automatically filtered out this passage, and his eyes once again fell on the strange town in front of him.

"The gift game cannot be completely unsolvable, so the clue to unravel the original truth must be in this small town."

"Go dig them all up, Demiurge."

Demiurge accepted the order gladly. Having not served the Supreme Being for a long time, he was full of energy now, and vowed in his heart that he would never let down the trust and expectations of the King of the Mountain.

Like the old man on the mountain, Scatha lacks interest in such troublesome puzzles. Even if she has the wisdom of the demon realm, she cannot use it to understand the truth of everything.

Moreover, most Celtic fighters like to solve things simply and rudely, and only try to use their brains when they find that they can't lift the table.

The next day.

Thick dark clouds gathered tightly in the sky and blocked the sun, which made Leticia feel a little happy that she didn't need to wrap herself up.

In the deserted town at night, phantoms of many townspeople in ragged clothes and sallow complexions appeared at some point.

Their eyes are empty and numb, without any love for life or hope for the future, and they spend every day in a daze like walking dead until they die.

After two or three days of observation, Leticia found that the actions of these phantoms were exactly the same every day, which meant that this image should be the past of the town's former residents.

"Every building in the town has been inspected, and there is nothing special. It seems that if you want to crack the gift game, you can only start with this image."

Thinking this way, Leticia began to observe and record more carefully, collecting and sorting out all the information revealed during the video as much as possible.

The population of the small town is not large, about three or four hundred, and most of them are poor farmers who make a living by farming.

The owner of the town is a baron with a poor family. He has absolute authority here and can decide the life and death of others with one word.

His personality is also particularly cruel, and he often beats and tortures the servants of the house to death at every turn. When he exploits the residents of small towns, he also drives them to death.

Then, Leticia also found that the death rate of the residents in this town seemed to be particularly high. In just one day in the video alone, 30 to [-] people were hastily buried.

But everything seemed perfectly normal, and nothing supernatural was found, let alone any clues that seemed to be related to the vampire society.

The investigation reached a deadlock for a while, and Leticia shared her results with Meili and others who were also trapped in the game.

Mellie and Scathach have a lot of knowledge in magic, but they are not satisfactory in miscellaneous studies, and they can't see anything from these small town trivia.

According to the legend that vampires are related to death, Scathach personally went to check the death process of those dead in detail.

It was also discovered that a few unlucky ghosts who were only in temporary shock were judged dead by the local quack doctor, and then buried by their family members.

But after that, no vampire was born.

Everything that happened in the town can be fully summed up in one sentence: the townspeople's fear of the lord and nobles and their despair of daily life.

This is indeed just a small town that can be seen everywhere in the Middle Ages in Europe, and it is a microcosm of that dark age.

The demon king Dracula, who was recovering from his wounds in secret, has been paying attention to the changes in the form of the gift game. After seeing that Leticia made no progress, he showed a proud smile.

"As long as you can't solve the mystery of 'the origin of the vampire', you will never be able to kill me. This is not only because of the gift game, but also has the most direct relationship with the endless resentment that this body bears."

This game is originally a masterpiece carefully designed by the demon king Dracula. Although there are all the clues that should be there, the most critical parts are all hidden or erased.

The lack of coherent clues is like a broken jigsaw puzzle, and it is never possible to piece together the whole picture.

When the three of Meili were sitting around the stone table and were relatively speechless, the mountain man who had disappeared for a few days appeared in front of them with Demiurge, and there was one more person accompanying them.

It was a handsome man wearing a black windbreaker and smoking a pipe. He held a cane in his right hand, and there were more than a dozen strangely shaped mirrors around his body.

His sea-blue hair was brushed back, and his eyes, which were the same color as his hair, were clear and bright, as if he could see through all the confusion in the world.

After seeing the gazes cast by Mei Li and Scathach, the Mountain Man was silent for a few seconds, and the dark flames in his eye sockets were a little erratic.

"He was also thrown over by Alaya in the first batch just like us, but he arrived a little later, and we had already left with the magic of space transfer."

"Yeah, I didn't know any magic tricks, but I ran all the way with my legs. This is really a bad journey."

The man holding the pipe showed a wry smile as he spoke, but he quickly returned to his gentlemanly elegance and picked up the paper filled with investigation information from the table.

"By the way, my name is Sherlock Holmes, and I'm a detective by profession. Although my strength is very insignificant, I still have some confidence in solving puzzles."

Chapter 70 This is basic speculation, my friend

"I have already heard about the gift game from His Excellency the Old Man of the Mountain. I have to praise it, this is indeed a very interesting competitive game."

As Holmes spoke, he focused his attention on the messy information that Leticia had collected and sorted out. His sea blue eyes were as sharp as a falcon, and a flash of brilliance bloomed.

"By the way, since I've only been here not long ago, I'll listen to the situation first. Apart from these, the little brother who wears the same suit as me seems to have gained a lot."

Mei Li and Leticia turned their heads to look at Demiurge, who had been half a body behind the mountain man, and saw the same document full of words in his hand.

After noticing that everyone was looking at him, Demiurge first bowed slightly to the old man of the mountain, and then spoke while pushing his glasses.

"After several days of hard work, I have indeed discovered something, but I am ashamed that I haven't spliced ​​out the complete facts yet."

"It's okay, Demiurge. This is not a task that can be completed by one person in a short period of time. I forgive you for your slight gaffe."

The man on the mountain raised his hand to stop Demiurge, who wanted to salute himself again to plead guilty. He didn't want to correct the bad habit of the guardians who always condemned themselves.

"Thank you for your magnanimity, Lord of the Mountain, but I, Demiurge, will not tarnish the face of the Supreme Being even if I am close to death."

"This is what the chief think tank of the Great Tomb of Nasarick should look like. I look forward to your next performance, Demiurge."

"You are so complimentary, Lord Mountain Master."

After a routine interaction between master and servant, Demiurge coughed twice, and finally got to the point.

Suddenly, a burst of blood-red flash passed through the air, bringing up a gust of wind.

The cured demon king Dracula once again appeared on the roof in style, showing the elegance of the nobility of the night.

"Hi everyone, it's a pleasure to meet you again, especially the lovely Lady Leticia."

The pale but gentlemanly man flipped his cloak, with a kind and terrifying smile on his face, just about to take off his hat to say hello to everyone.

The mountain old man standing on the ground with his sword flashed in front of the demon king Dracula with his big sword, and the jet-black big sword entwined with the dark blue fire was cut off with the power to split it in two. .

"Hand over the head!"

Demon King Dracula was startled, his expression froze on his face, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

He looked at the ferocious skull mask of the old man on the mountain, and the fear of being beaten so hard that he couldn't fight back came to his heart again.

Dracula didn't even have the idea of ​​fighting the old man of the mountain, and immediately turned into a group of bats and scattered around without hesitation. He didn't plan to face this skeleton monster head-on until the puzzle was solved.

The man on the mountain saw the demon king Dracula running to the ground and reappeared, just as he was about to continue the assassination, he saw the demon king Dracula waving his hands and shouting.

"Stop! Stop! Stop! I'm not here to fight this time, but to listen to you solve the puzzle. This is the right that the sponsor of the gift game should have, sacred and inviolable!!"

Hearing the words, the man on the mountain looked at Leticia, and when he saw her nodding in approval, he stepped back and returned to where he was standing before, as if nothing had happened.

The Demon King Dracula looked at the Weng of the Mountain with fear, and did not dare to run too close to him.

He wanted to run to sit on the roof, but after being glanced at by the mountain man, he decided to just stay on the ground and stand.

Demiurge started his own reporting work after receiving the signal from the Mountain Man. Of course, in his opinion, all of this was mainly for the Mountain Man, and the rest of the guys were just incidental.

Although Demiurge didn't care about people other than the mountain man, since they were all the mountain man's companions, he would naturally get along with them in harmony.

"First of all, according to Mr. Mellie, the period when this town existed should be the so-called European Middle Ages. So since the location of the Gift Game is chosen here, we can rule out all previous legends about vampires. gone."

"According to the terms of 'breaking false legends and restoring the original truth of vampires' in the contract document, all legends earlier than the Middle Ages are false. At least, they are not recognized in this gift game."

Demiurge cut off the known time range by one-third as soon as he came up, and fixed the time when the original truth of vampires was born in the Middle Ages and after the Middle Ages.