Due to his role in the administration of the new Dragon Lord, the locals wisely "gifted" Victor a large mansion to oversee Mu
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of the rest. Finally, as a homeless adventurer, human life comes to an end, at least tomorrow they occupy Fu
ibo
The dungeon was like this before.
What a wonderful place it was! It had three floors, a basement and a roof, and was large enough to host a lord's entire entourage. Unlike the early medieval architecture of Gadmani Manor, this place is built in a later style, with spacious rooms with dark wood floors and a central velvet staircase leading upstairs.
Victor had heard that it once belonged to a dark wizard who was conducting experiments in his basement, and given the dust surrounding it, the residents hadn't touched it in years. He'd better be careful when he gets inside.
Victor led Xavierus and twenty mindless demonic skeletons with toes into the grand foyer. He told his servants, "Go and cleanse this place; leave no dust behind."
The robot moves around on command. "Now I'm officially living in a haunted mansion," Victor tells Savuluse as they move to explore the ground floor as the ground trembles. "Do you think Vink broke a succubus this time?"
"I don't think chocolate can summon—" Savuluse suddenly chuckled. "Ah, I understand, crush a succubus!"
"You can't imagine how much I miss having people laugh at my lame jokes," said Victor, who found a large, cozy room with an old fireplace and some armchairs. "We had a great time."
"Everything has been different since you left, Vic. Ever since that woman named Lovely came, we've been on the wrong track."
"Wrong? Night Blade is an illegal organization. This is too redundant."
"Yes, but we respect the government," Savou
euse said, Victo
He gave her a blank look. "Well, sometimes we get nobles into death traps, but who doesn't? We don't take up arms against the king because it's bad for business. But the last time I was at Noble's headquarters, there was talk of going to Ishfania and the Scorched provide the weapons.”
Well, Fankel vetoed the plan.
Victor sat in one of the armchairs, feeling particularly comfortable. "Channel hellfire!" His fingers ignited a terrible blue flame on the fireplace, igniting the remaining black wood.
It was the only monster perk he got from this grueling training, and he deserved it. As a child he should have listened to the priests' warnings about brimstone and fire.
"Would you like an omelet?" Savou
euse asked him.
"Of course." The offer didn't make Victor any happier, because she had many levels in Cook's class. Other Night Blade warriors fought to the death for her food.
The reptile sits on the ground like a chicken. "Do you want me to go to another room?" Victor asked awkwardly.
"No, it's okay. I do it everywhere."
Still looking away from his eyes, Victor discovered a treasure chest in the corner of the room, filled with gold.
Yes, right. Just a box.
"Treasure!" cried the disguised imitator. "Treasure!"
As if Victor would be fooled. "You know, most adventurers are wary of chests these days," Monster Squire said to the monster. "You should take the shape of a magical weapon, like a shining sword, and you should make no sound."
The box obviously understood, as it repeated: "Shining sword? Treasure?"
"Believe me, no adventurer can resist the appeal of a shiny greatsword, especially one set in stone."
"Can you understand my imitation?" savou
ese asked him, standing up and revealing a huge ostrich egg under her clothes. "It's very difficult to get them to behave."
"I think there's a frying pan in the kitchen, yes I can," Victor said, before shouting: "Minions! Minions!"
A skeleton immediately burst into the room. The "m" word has never given me such pleasure. "Go get us kitchen utensils." Victor ordered, and the undead immediately obeyed.
The squire took it back. Mindless undead slaves made his life much easier than before.
"Treasure of Swords!" The chest has now transformed into a massive, outrageous two-handed sword made of pure gold and jewels. "Sword treasure!"
"Better, but too much," Victor said to it, suddenly wondering how the impersonator could talk without a mouth. "Try black metal trim and an elegant saddle. Don't overdo it."
"Sword Treasure." The imitator follows his instructions and transforms into a perfect picture of a magical sword.
"Great. You shouldn't have any trouble finding food now. Don't kill anything in the village, okay?"
"Sword treasure!" Jian purred and jumped out of the room like an animal, just as the scrawny servant returned with four frying pans. "Sword treasure."
Victor now has a pet.
On a whim, he called it Little Winquel.
Congratulations! Through your teaching, Vai
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In [fencing]!
Really? Like this? Victo
Guess [Minion Trainer] makes it easier for monsters to gain career levels while following his instructions. “Is this the mock school I’ve heard about?”
"Yeah, I wouldn't sleep in the bed if I were you."
Victor suddenly wonders if the disappearances in the hotel are caused by imitators in disguise.
Savou
"There's nothing better than a hot meal after a long day of training," Euse said. She cracked eggs on the griddle and added spices to the omelet. The skeleton stood waiting, so Victor sent him to find plates and cutlery.
Overall, Victor gained 6 levels in Necromancer before encountering enemies like Vai
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》Such level glass ceiling. In Fu
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After his last visit, Dragon still asks for Chocolate
e summons more demons to calm himself down.
Victor still couldn't believe that an ancient lich had nothing better to do than tease a dragon. He must be very, very bored in the dungeon.
"You little-" Victor heard the sound of croissants coming from outside the house. The werewolf soon joined them, taking human form and one hand covered in blood.
"Croissant, are you okay?" Savuluse asked worriedly. "What happened?"
"I found a sword on the ground and when I tried to grab it, it bit my hand! Then it ran away!"
Little Winkle is growing up so fast. "Sad," Victor lied, because he found some twisted pleasure in the bastard's pain. "Why are you here?"
"I asked Winkle, since we were all his servants and we were running out of sheep, what should we do ourselves? He replied literally: "A dragon has no time for his subordinates; I have to do for a war. Get ready, go find my chief of staff and ask for directions. 'Then he asked my sister to summon another demon and punch it. "
"So I'm basically the mayor of your village now. Okay."
"It looks like it, man. And, the Moon Man's followers are right at the door, waiting for your 'final revelation'."
Victor sighed. They kept pestering him every time he wasn't with Fankel, who scared them to death. "I will be their prophet in the future."
"No hard feelings about those perks, right? You brought Fankle here, so you deserve it."
"No, don't be angry, because you will be our scout tomorrow."
The werewolf blinked. "Me what?"
"We're raiding the dungeon tomorrow. Your sister is coming too, but she'll be fine in the back. As a rogue class, you have to scout for traps ahead."
"But I'm a ranger, not a trap finder! I hunt beasts, I don't break traps!"
"I know. I'm saying you're going to detect the trap by triggering it. Maybe next time, you don't sacrifice your future commander to the cult. Just saying."
"You...you stingy guy..."
"Like a wise woman told me," Victor said, smirking at him. "I hope you go to hell, croissant, but I think you're already there."
The werewolf clenched his fists and fangs and walked out of the room, his eyes filled with anger. "Merciful Isengard, damn the dragon, damn the scepter, damn everyone..."
"This is so immature, Victor," Savuluse scolded him, "even though he deserves it."
"Ah, very good," Victor replied. "We all vented a bit and now we're calm."
"You look like you need a hot meal to relax," Savou said after finishing her omelet.
euse said. "it's here."
"Thank you," Victor replied, leaning back in the armchair. "What else is on the menu-"
Of course, when he said the word, his stats came up.
"Minion" Victor Dalton
Level: 26 (Outlaw 5/Monster Servant 14/Necromancer 7)
Type: Humanoid/Dragon
Square: v and v
Be healthy
645
Special points 240
Strength 24
Vitality 23
Skill 32
Agility 31
Intelligence 30
Charm 30
Luck 29
personal benefits benefits
Dice Claims Lock Picking Tools
Observer Treasure Hunting Eye
Deadf
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d the owner of the knife
romantic monster
It's what the moon man said, slave coach.
black curse monster student
Hellfire Channel (Secondary) Monster Life Force (Red Dragon)
monster rider
monster insight
minions of assembly
evil Dead
voodoo me
prophecy of death
Lifespell minion? Even his menu started calling him that!
Still, his stat growth has been pretty good so far, though he's never tested the new Necromancer perk. He is now on the same level as the late Gustav and Wellmann.
Congratulations! Thanks to passing your [Monster Student]Pe
K and [Necromancer] levels meet entry requirements, and you can convert some of your levels into upgraded monster classes! Attributes will not be affected, but skills will.
You can combine [Monster Servant] and [Necromancer] to form [Death Knight], or you can combine [Necromancer] and [Necromancer] to form [Reaper].
This change will be permanent and irreversible; if you choose to merge the transformed classes, you will not be able to continue learning the transformed classes.
Interesting, Victor thought as he took a bite of the delicious omelette. Savou
euse participates in this feast in a strangely self-cannibalistic way. What are these courses?
[Death Knight]: An immortal warlord who commands the undead army to destroy life on this land. Feats: All weapons, necromancy, and riding. Major increases in strength, vitality, skill and agility. Skills affected: Monster Kin, Monster Student, Monster Vitality (Red Dragon), Necromancy 1, Lifespan.
Death: A soul-stealing thief who does terrible things in pursuit of power. Specialties: Scythe, Necromancy and Dark Arts. Major increases in skill, intelligence, charisma and luck. Affected skills: Lock Picking, Blade Master, Death Divination, Lifespan.
charming. So [Death Knight] is a pure combat profession with some magic, while [Death God] is a mixture of rogue and spellcaster.
It didn't take long for Victor to make his choice. He doubts he can progress further in the [Outlaw] profession, making it redundant, and his [Monster Squire] profession is too good to trade. In addition, Vai
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The pure combat niche has been covered.
He could definitely see the impact of the new intelligence points.
"Ever heard of the Death Course?" he asked Savuluse.
"It's usually about those dark elves or psychic monsters that steal souls," she explained, sitting down again and laying another egg. "I heard Deathclown was one of them, he killed a lot of people with a scythe and turned it into an artifact."
Then it's official. It's time to harvest these levels.
Choose to register! Your [Desperado] and [Necromancer] levels are converted to [Reaper] levels. [Desperado] and [Necromancer] are no longer accessible.
You can unlock any lock, even a magical lock, on a successful skill check. You are always "invited" to any magically protected place.
[Sword Master] was replaced by [Sickle Master]. [Scythe Master]: You gain the perfect scythe skill; the scythe now counts as a staff when casting spells.
[Death Divination] has been replaced by [Haiti]. [Helheim]: If you kill someone with a scythe, you can trap their soul in your weapon, increasing the weapon's stats. As long as the victim is trapped within the scythe, they cannot be resurrected, resurrected, or reincarnated. You can talk to trapped souls and free them at will.
[Life] is replaced by [Steal Life]. [Stealing Life]: When you deal damage with your scythe, you regain health equal to half the damage dealt.
Victor briefly grasped the dagger at his belt and found that he was no longer familiar with it. With the [Sword Master] gone, he could no longer absorb the knowledge of the class.
"By the way, what are you going to do with these undead servants?" Saulus asked him while eating while using the dagger as a tableware. "I assume you find them annoying?"
"I recently asked the goddess Sasha for a price to go home to, and the price was horrifyingly high. I noticed that you can make a fortune in the undead trade." "So I thought I could save the money to pay for her services."
"How much?" Victor told her the price, and Saviris nearly choked on her omelet. "Vic, this is crazy! Even if you capture the continent, you don't have enough gold to pay the price!"
"Yes, but I miss my family and friends on Earth." Victor had been homesick long before he met Winkle, and his discussion with Allison only deepened his homesickness.
"I know you keep saying the world sucks and you miss your old world, but you make a life for yourself here. If you miss your family and friends, you can make a new one here. You also have a lot of opportunities. You Working with dragons and leveling up really fast. Who else is so lucky?"
He wouldn't say it was luck, but yes, even the failure with Yuska killed all other job opportunities. Without Fankel's protection, it would be impossible for him to step into this country again.
Against his better judgment, he turned to Winkle's advice. "Hey, Savi. Would you find a man with a lot of gold attractive?"
"Of course. Who doesn't like a man who has a lot of money to take back?" Unfortunately, the sly fellow immediately guessed what he was thinking. "Is that true? You let Allison breed?"
"No, not that directly," Victor defended. "There are steps in between. It's like having a drink."
"You're too good for her." "If I were you, I wouldn't try to have a baby with her. You have no idea where she's been."
"What does it mean?"
"She's the priestess of Cybele. She must have slept with half the town and said it was a religious ritual."
That...that means...
"I knew it!"
"Victor, what you need is a good woman who is well-educated and has strong family values," the hired reptilian assassin said without a hint of hypocrisy. "Like Chocolati
e. Not a morally bankrupt fairy like Allison. "
Chocolati
e? Psychological? She fed some demon meat to the pigs, hoping they would grow fatter after eating them!
"My religion does not allow love triangles." Someone knocked on the window of the room, and Victor glanced and noticed that the priest was behind him. He sighed, stood up from his chair, and opened the window. "Yeah?"
"Oh, prophet of the Moon Man!" the pastor called the entire congregation outside. "Please give us the final revelation!"
Don’t let them bring you a virgin, don’t let them bring you a virgin. "Bring-" Victor paused, realizing he had a unique opportunity to tame a dangerous cult. Even if their master forbids human sacrifice, they may interpret his orders with violence and fanaticism.
"The pastor answered the phone.
"Bring love and friendship to all, for we are all children of the Moon Man." To him, it didn't sound so cheesy. ".You have the final revelation."
The believers exchanged glances. “Thul-Gatha
Is it meant to bring love in a metaphorical way? a werewolf asked the calm priest.
"I believe it must be literal. That is, you must love your neighbor as much as you love your wife."
"Or it means-"
"Guys," Victor interrupted their theological debate, "while you're out, could you let Barnabas forge me a scythe? A cool scythe, but not scary." There is no skull pattern. "
"We will, Prophet!" I just said, and I guess that means we have to open the Full Moon Bash to everyone—"
Victor closed the window and let them continue their religious debate, leaning back in his chair.
He hopes it succeeds. Now that he had some free time and his stomach was almost full, he took out his iPad and planned to explore its contents while eating. Savou
euse looks at Apple's products with envy. "That is……"
"Do you recognize it?"
"The Night Blade leadership is looking for it." Victor glared at her. "I wasn't sent to get it, so I won't steal it from you, Vic."
better. When she was still a friend, he already understood that it didn't matter if her life was in danger. Victor looked through various folders and found schematics for various aircraft. Nothing special, but valuable in the early Renaissance. The previous owner must have worked in aviation.
What is the name of the most encrypted, most restricted folder?
"Lockheed Martin."
Yes, Victor now knows why so many people want it. However, how does it end in Haudemer? Could it be because Overmund and Earth are mirror worlds, with items and people often traveling from one world to the other on their own?
If you think about it, he was centuries ahead of his time. Valuable knowledge. Maybe he can help improve the world and profit from it, making money by doing good things.
The doorbell echoed in the room. "It's best if someone is alive to open the door," Victor thought out loud and stood up with the iPad under his arm. "Savi, do I smell good?"
"Better than her, Vic," hummed the reptile, "Much better than her."
The adventurer smiled triumphantly as he opened the door to the mansion.
"Good evening, young man." Freeborn also smiled triumphantly, with a dark light shining in his empty eyes. "You have something that belongs to my master, or so I'm told."
