Roland woke up confused, and immediately felt the feeling of something heavy pressing on his chest.
This weight gives people a warm and comfortable feeling, like a cat peeking out of your bed.
After realizing what had happened, Roland slowly lifted the covers.
Esther, with her silver hair hanging casually behind her back, was looking at Roland with ghostly eyes, her creamy skin clinging to Roland's body, her beautiful face flushed with red, her cherry-colored lips opening and closing slightly, and she spoke an ethereal tone.
"Owner?"
Roland's breathing stopped for a moment, not because Esther ran into his quilt, but because of the way he was dressed.
"Ester, where are your clothes?"
Roland spoke in a calm and gentle tone. It was only at this moment that he truly realized his own growth. If he had not seen a more coquettish scene in Einzbern Castle, he might not be able to be so calm now. .
"With this... in front of the master, just having socks is enough."
Esther pulled the only piece of clothing on her body—a pair of black knee-high socks—with a sound as clear as water drops.
The clothes woven by magic have an elasticity that is not inferior to the real thing. It creates a sensational scene by rebounding on Esther's skin. Compared with being completely naked, leaving only a pair of knee-high socks is more obvious. charm.
Paired with Esther's beautiful face and a pure expression that seemed like she didn't understand the current situation at all, it actually made her even more charming.
"Are you dissatisfied with knee-high socks?"
Because of Roland's silence, Esther's extremely beautiful face also came close to her, which made Roland's heart beat a little faster, having already seen her before.
Esther looked at Roland like this, leaned back, and handed over his toes.
"Although you can't take off your socks here, if you are the master..."
"stop--!"
Roland stopped Esther's move with his backhand.
"If this continues, I always feel like I'm going to be victimized by Feng Ping again. I've been giving up my hand fetish for a long time, so let's keep my xp within the normal range."
Moreover, this understanding that socks are more important than clothes is really hard to understand.
Roland took a look at Hestia, who was sleeping badly with a pillow next to him, and decided to get up quickly before this matter became a big deal.
"Owner……"
Esther let out a soft moan. Blinking his eyes, he felt the tickling touch on his toes, and his eyes became misty.
"Um?"
When he realized that he had grasped the tip of Esther's sword at some point, Roland's eyes also looked a little sad.
Do my hands have a mind of their own?
After thinking for a while, Roland simply continued the kneading action after feeling the smooth and delicate touch in his hands.
"Didn't the master say to stop? Why again..."
But Aster didn't know whether he was too natural or a little sinister, so he launched a ruthless last-ditch attack on Roland.
"I don't even know where the end of the universe is, so how can I know this?"
Roland sighed and simply made up for the mistake. Taking advantage of the time when Hestia hadn't woken up, he used local materials to solve the restlessness in the early morning.
Looking at Esther who had put on her clothes again and put on a pair of gray knee-high socks, the blush on her face had not yet dissipated, Roland, who had finished arranging her clothes, took Esther's hand again.
"Let's go, we still have things to do today."
——
Although due to the situation in the morning, Roland's departure time today was much later than usual, but with the help of the Black Shadow Corps and yesterday's progress, they quickly reached the fifteenth floor.
At this point, the number of people has been greatly reduced. Starting from the thirteenth floor, even level 2 must form a team, and each layer going deeper will lead to fewer and fewer people around.
The reason for this is that in addition to the increase in the intensity of dungeons, the fact that the refresh frequency of monsters is constantly increasing cannot be ignored.
Even if you have reliable teammates, in the face of constantly refreshing monsters, if you don't have the ability to break the deadlock, you can't guarantee your own safety.
Because of this, the further down you go, the fewer people you encounter, but their level has also improved, and the rewards are higher.
Therefore, the deeper you go, the adventurers are more worthy of vigilance than the so-called monsters.
"Are you right?"
Roland smiled and stepped on the guy wrapped in a robe under his feet. With a slight force, his spine was broken into two pieces.
"Ahhh! Stop joking, you are the guy who covets my gains..."
Although his fingers were deeply embedded in the earth, the adventurer who suffered such pain still gritted his teeth and insisted on his previous words.
"Oh, what a tough guy," Roland smiled with interest: "However, it is very suspicious that he obviously has level 3 strength, but he pretends to be level 2 when walking and moving."
"It's just that I didn't have time to report it to the guild..." The pale adventurer gritted his teeth and still refused to admit it. Anyway, he didn't do anything. He just got close to Roland and was taken action by him. In this case, Even if he is a member of the Ikelos Familia, he still has reason to argue.
"I didn't have time. Well, let's put this aside, but it seems that you haven't returned to the ground for a while. Although I have only been in Orario for two days, I am still somewhat famous."
Roland held his chin up and released flames from his hands, burning through the clothes on the adventurer's back.
"Hey, the ability values are still locked. Well, even though there is no unlocking medicine, it can't be a problem for me."
Seeing Roland's unscrupulous behavior, the adventurer also became a little panicked. Originally, he thought that the other party spared his life because he cared about his conscience, but from his understanding of the unlocking potion and his careless snooping on other people's abilities, he broke the taboo. This move made him realize that he might have really messed with the wrong person.
Ability points are the foundation for adventurers to settle down and live. Any prying will turn into irresolvable hatred. People who can say such words at will are definitely not good.
"Hello……"
He still wanted to make a final struggle, but Roland's tone suddenly turned cold.
"That's enough, stop insulting my intelligence with so-called lies. When I saw the look you cast at Esther, the fate of you, a guy who is even more despicable than a frog's piss, was already sealed."
"Speaking of which clan you are from...forget it, it doesn't matter."
Roland raised a finger and placed it on the adventurer's back, his sharp pupils full of anticipation.
"Anyway, from now on, you will be my slave."
Dark malice overflowed from his fingertips and dripped onto the unlucky man's back. The next moment, the color of the sacred text was soaked in darkness.
The power called grace is forcibly distorted by human malice. For the grace itself that is guarded tightly, he cannot specifically change its nature, just like the black mud cannot take away the power of the heroic spirit.
All it takes away is their belonging.
"Ahhhhh!"
Heini quickly connected his broken spine, but the pain that seemed to be burning all over his body made the scum roll around on the ground. When he found that Roland had released his restraint, he clenched his fists He clenched his teeth and flexed his legs, preparing to rush out quickly and use the terrain to get rid of Roland.
But what is incredible is that as a level 3 adventurer, he just stumbled on the ground helplessly.
"How is it possible! My power...my power!"
After eating a mouthful of mud, he even forgot about escaping. Instead, he grabbed the dagger at his waist in panic. This fine weapon that used to be like an arm and used fingers now seemed extremely heavy.
He had never felt that his body was so weak. This state was completely different from curses, magic, and fatigue.
——As if he had never received any favor at all.
Roland walked towards him unhurriedly and said in a tone full of pleasure.
"The so-called power of grace, if you don't integrate it into yourself, is essentially just a strengthening spell, completely dependent on the gods. No matter how high the level of training is, if the god to which it belongs dies, it will become the same as ordinary people. Likewise, it can only be reactivated after finding a new god and converting, and if the authority is high enough, the ability brought by the favor can even be directly sealed."
"It's impossible, even if you really have this ability! Except for the Lord God of the Familia, it's impossible for anyone else to do it!"
"This is of course," Roland nodded affirmatively: "If every god has the GM authority to ban players, then this game will be extremely boring. Therefore, this is destined to be a privilege for the few. .”
"The reason why I can do it is very simple. Just now I forcibly converted you to another religion. Now you officially belong to the [Holy Lord] Familia."
Roland smiled and looked at the helpless male adventurer in front of him. In his desperate eyes, he stretched out his hand and let the surging black mud completely cover it.
"Then, in the last few minutes of your life, let us get along happily."
After a while, after the ghost-like wailing stopped, Roland clapped his hands and pressed his thumb, turning everything that this guy had ever existed into ashes.
In terms of results, today's experiment was much more successful than yesterday.
Through the power of evil in this world, he can be called the phantom god of civil war. As long as the adventurer relies on favors and does not attribute his power to himself, he can easily be included in the family of the Holy Lord.
Unfortunately, he cannot directly absorb other people's past experience points, perhaps because that status has been updated and fixed.
However, before it is updated, those experience points that have grown but have not been formally solidified can be successfully absorbed by him.
And after being poured into the black mud, he can choose to let it lurk, not to forcibly convert the other party, but to quietly absorb its experience points like a parasite.
This is much more maneuverable. He can completely let the slaves of his family act as hunters in this area, knock down the adventurers before they return to the surface, forcefully pour Roland's black mud, and kill them. The experience points were snatched away before they could be converted.
If this is done once and for all, all the adventurer's experience points will belong to Roland.
If everything goes well, it won't be long before all the adventurers in Orario will be working for him alone. What a blessing this must be.
However, Roland is still a kind person after all, and he is not prepared to really eat alone. After all, if there is no motivation at all, the adventurers will not have much motivation to exercise.
After all, in order to achieve sustainable fishing, we must first be sustainable.
Let's allocate the experience points according to the ratio of seven to three.
Moreover, even if there is no such thing as experience points, distributing black mud itself is an idea that Roland has already had.
During the formation of the moon, although the personality of the Six Beasts had been formally integrated into Roland, they were only larvae after all.
In order to completely grow the seven heads and ten crowns that the great red dragon should have, a complete body that can cause the destruction of human nature, in addition to swallowing the soul of the servant, ordinary souls can also be used, but compared to the soul of the servant, this requires a considerable amount of time. Just one number.
As for these adventurers in Orario, after constant upgrading and training, the quality of their souls is pretty good.
If possible, Roland even planned to let ordinary people be infected by the evil of this world. After all, he is not picky about food.
The souls of adventurers in the dungeon can be eaten, but the souls of ordinary people outside the dungeon do not need to be spared. This can be called healthy!
It's a pity that he hasn't found a suitable channel to spread the evil in this world on a large scale. Even if it is mixed into drinking water and food, there will always be some abnormalities in order to reach the amount that can swallow the soul. Others are not fools and will not do this. No vigilance at all.
Therefore, Roland could only attack the adventurers first.
The people parasitized by the black mud are fine, but the consumption of devouring souls is nothing compared to the benefit of covering all the sacred texts. The stronger the level, the greater the consumption, so it is not easy to detect.
However, in terms of selecting candidates for the family members, careful consideration is still needed.
With the black mud and demonic energy around, Roland didn't have too much worry about the strength and loyalty of his family, but the selection was very troublesome.
After Black Mud converts the adventurers, both their form and strength will undergo great changes. For a normal family, even if the main god is a little lazy, it will still need to be updated once in a while, so that it will not be able to detect this abnormality.
Moreover, if possible, Roland would like to directly occupy a family belonging to another main god and directly use other people's mature organizational structure. This is not much easier than finding people one by one.
Roland touched his chin, pondered, and began to gradually walk up the stairs, thinking about options that met the conditions.
"This family must be easy to control. The members must have needs for worldly requirements. The main god must be completely indifferent and not care about anything, but they must know how to accept guidance. It is best to have a certain identity and status, so that it is very convenient to do things and even transform. .”
After listing all the conditions, Roland himself raised his eyebrows because of such harshness, but he really thought of a suitable choice.
Just when Roland was about to go back to collect relevant information, he suddenly stopped and looked at the corner ahead.
There, a male adventurer wearing leather armor, carrying a long sword on his back, and with very fierce eyes, was scolding him with an impatient expression. He was carrying a backpack several times larger than his size behind him, wearing a white robe, and looking at It looks very small, only a girl of about eleven or twelve years old at most.
"It's really a coincidence..."
The moment Roland had just had the idea, fate couldn't wait to give him the answer. This was its love for the only one who favored him.
"I'm really lucky. I'm lucky enough to make other people...desperate."
Thank you Haihe girl Hill Kai for the reward! Thanks to book friend 20210102203307710 for the reward!
(End of chapter)
