Dick sat bored in the large ballroom, with sumptuous, steaming food in front of him, the variety of which was so rich, and the taste so delicious that Dick, who had spent time on the battlefield before, had never enjoyed. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But he had no appetite at all, even though he was very hungry.

In fact, it wasn't just him, but Madian, who was sitting next to him, had an even worse expression, and the kid seemed to be frightened, bowing his head and talking to himself.

The paladin helplessly turned his head to look to the noisy left, a guy who had lost his head, was sitting on a chair, talking about something with another two guys whose eyes were about to burst, and the most unacceptable thing was that these two guys, who had obviously been dead for a long time, were still dancing the knives and forks in their hands.

Especially the strange man who held his head in his arm, he used a knife and fork to send delicious food into his severed mouth, and he also pursed his lips with pleasure.

In fact, not only these two guys, but the entire banquet hall was filled with all kinds of bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods, including banshees, rare flame skeletons, and guards turned into stone statues.

Dick looked around, and he saw the opera performers, sitting at the table below, talking loudly, Romeo and Juliet gazing at each other affectionately, and there was no one else in their eyes but each other, Little Red Riding Hood sitting on the lap of Grandma Wolf, eating a large piece of beef in both hands, and even the lion and the tin man, sitting beside the Bad Witch, with a flattering look of courtesy.

The only thing that seemed normal was Dorothy, who took her little dog, Toto, very reserved and very ladylike, from the Phantom Guard, and left the banquet hall with a basket of packed food, but when the dog looked at Dick, its little head suddenly changed into the appearance of a Cerberus with three heads, and the hideous face made a funny expression, and then changed back, shaking its head and following its master.

Then Dick heard the ghosts whispering about the "affair" of Dorothy, the most popular actor in the opera, and even one of the fellows with his tongue dragged his tongue to swear that he had seen Dorothy go in and out of the room of the great master Medivan many times at night, and the news was full of exclamations.

Then the big-mouthed guy was completely turned into an undead by Karazan's butler, but Moros, who was still wearing his cherished red butler robe, "invited" out of the banquet hall.

The hateful-looking undead who frightened Madion tremble, but was polite, turned his head, put his white-gloved hand to his mouth, and coughed lightly,

"Honored guest, is this food not to your taste? Oh, yes. I heard that you are from Northern Xinjiang, I immediately asked the chef to make some Northern Xinjiang style dishes for you to taste, please wait!"

"Wait, Moros... Sir!"

Dick rubbed his forehead, his honorific title was clearly very useful to Moros, and the polite butler of the undead stopped leaving, the blood-red fire of the undead watching him silently, waiting for his orders.

"Uh... Actually, I'm a little tired from the long journey here with Median, so come this way, you bring some food to our room, by the way, where did Mr. Merry go?"

The paladin carefully retracted the holy light in his palm, in this place full of undead, a little carelessness will hurt these "friendly" guys, Dick, who has been dealing with the undead for a long time, knows that although these guys still seem to retain their sanity, if they are really in a state of being attacked, it will definitely detonate their inner distorted consciousness, and Dick and Median will definitely be overwhelmed by these guys.

The emotions of the undead are strange, especially when they are immersed in the illusions of the past, which is when they are at their quietest, but once disturbed, their hearts filled with the dark side will drive them into monsters that destroy everything!

After the Battle of Mount Hyjal, Dick, with the blessing of the power of the lord and the power of the dragon, although he was close to the peak of the lord's rank, but to face the undead of Karazan, who was a hidden dragon and crouching tiger, it was really not enough to rely on him.

Don't say anything else, just the mysterious butler Moros in front of him, and the silent hunter Atumen who is sitting at another table and eating and drinking, are definitely difficult opponents to deal with!

Don't underestimate the power of Madison Mage Tower, as an astral mage, none of the guys who can be chosen by him as a servant are easy to fool, even those actors in the opera house, all of them are well hidden, the lion is a quirky druid, the tin man is a delicate magical constructed creature, and even the witch is a real mage.

Hearing Dick's request, Moros immediately patted his head,

"Ahh

Calling to his subordinates, Moros turned back to Dick and said,

"Every time Mr. Merry comes here, he goes to the library to look through the master's collection, and Mr. Merry doesn't have a good temper, but this is with the master's permission, so we won't bother him!"

"Oh. ”

Dikla took Median to get up from his chair, and followed Moros and the female undead priest Caterina with food in her hands, and walked through the banquet hall, but wherever Median walked, those gluttonous undead would stand up and salute the little master respectfully, although they looked terrifying, but this kind of heartfelt respect still made Madion much less afraid.

On the last leg of the road, he even took the initiative to greet the undead, which made the undead scream and revel, but made Moros not very happy, and he said to Median in a serious voice,

"My little master, you are of a noble position, and you should not be so friendly to those servants, which will give birth to unnecessary dangerous thoughts, and your etiquette is in shambles, and the loyal Moros can hardly imagine what kind of life my poor little master has lived outside of danger for so many years. ”

Saying this, the undead even sobbed quietly, which made Dick speechless, he choked and said, after ten seconds, he stopped sobbing and smiled with difficulty,

"But those bad days are over, my noble little master, from this day onwards, the faithful Moros will personally teach you the etiquette of the nobility, and your magical talent is simply amazing, worthy of the blood of your master. Well, I'll go find your grandfather tomorrow, and I'm sure that after Lord Ellen hears the news of your return, his anger will subside a bit, and he will teach you magic!"

"And the hunter Artumen, who is equally loyal to his master, let him teach you the necessary martial arts. Oh yes, and the owner's favorite chess hall and stargazing platform will also be open to you, this lonely tower, after more than ten years, finally has another owner!"

Madian's head grew when he heard these things, and he looked at Dick as if asking for help, and the latter showed him a helpless expression, speaking of which, Dick actually felt that if Median could really control Karazan as a Medivan blood, it would be a good thing for both him and Dick, especially if these undead would obey Madian's orders unconditionally.

And according to Dick's observation, Median, a sensitive child, is definitely safer to live here than in Theramore, Ms. Egwene has lost her strength in order to resurrect Medivan's soul, and the rising Theramore does not have enough capital to protect Median, but Karazan is different, if you really want to say that there is a war, even if the silver dawn pours out, it may not be able to break the blockade of these undead.

In his perception, there should be 1 hidden heroic undead in this tower, and there are a large number of ordinary undead, Dick conservatively estimates that there are at least 1,000 undead who retain their consciousness in this tower, these are immeasurable powers!

From this point of view alone, the legacy left by Medivan is really terrifying!

Arriving at the guest room, the moment Moros pushed open the door of the guest room, even the well-informed Dick was shocked by the luxury in this room!

The floor is covered with the highest cashmere carpet, the bed is a rare red velvet sheet, all the furnishings look extremely noble, and the most striking thing is the string of crystal chandeliers overhead, real crystal production, in any country, is a priceless treasure!

In the room, there were four other maids who had been eroded by the dark power of the tower and had become succubi, standing respectfully on either side, according to Dick's understanding of the evil nobles of this era, these maids would probably wear Median to change their clothes and sleep, and even further "requests" would definitely be satisfied.

The paladin touched his chin, if these succubi don't consider those demonic characteristics, they are really one stunner after another, and I don't know if Median can bear it.

But just as he followed Moros out of the room, he was held tightly by the panicked Median,

"Don't leave me here alone!"

The blushing boy was obviously frightened by the situation, and he said in a panic, Dick looked at Moros with some embarrassment, and the butler obviously had a headache, and finally nodded reluctantly.

"Well, Knight Dick, I'll take care of you tonight, and by the way, don't go near the depths of the living room at night, the stone statue called "Chastity Saintess" is a little irritable lately, and the direction of the basement, after the master left, those demonic scum tried to enter this place, Artumen led the guards to exterminate it several times, but it was of little use, the place has been occupied by Cerberus and vampire bats. ”

As Moros was about to leave with his subordinates, Dick whispered to the butler,

"Mr. Morros, I have some personal matters to ask for your help, and I will go to you after Madion sleeps. ”

The butler turned his head to look at him, his dry, emaciated, skeletal face, his bone-white hair, and the pair of undead fires made Dick a little uncomfortable, but he groaned for a second and nodded.

"I'll be waiting for you in the ballroom!"

Moros leaves, and the four succubus maidens are "invited" out of the room by Dick, who is still a boy and is developing, and Dick doesn't want him to be infected with the bad habits of the nobility.

Madian, who had been suffering in the wilderness with Merry Winterwind since birth, had ever stayed in such a luxurious room, not to mention the elaborate decorations that made him dizzy at the first glance, so don't expect him to be in the mood to sleep now, of course, both of them are still hungry!

Ten minutes later, the boy pinched a fragrant chicken leg in his hand, and while eating, he said,

"Dick, is this really my home from now on?"

When Dick heard this, he spit out the chicken bones in his mouth, and while wiping his mouth, he replied slowly,

"This is your home, Median, and although you hate your father, he does love you, as can be seen from the order he gave to these undead before leaving, only you are qualified to inherit this tower, and the others will only be mercilessly killed by Moros and their ruthless intrusion. ”

"Speaking of which, do you hate these undead?"

The paladin held his head in his hands and looked at Median with a pensive face, "You know, I am a paladin, I should have been fighting with the undead, but I know that many times, they become undead is actually not voluntary, just like Moros and them, they know that if they stay here, they will be corrupted by the dark energy of Karazan, and they have a chance to escape, but because of an order from your father, they would rather endure the pain of losing their souls, and they will stay here until you return." ”

The boy took a bite of the juicy chicken leg that had been cooked, frowned and said,

"I was a little scared when I first came in, do you remember when we were surrounded by that tall hunter, Artumen on a blazing horse, with a herd of undead? They're all Medivan... They were my father's former servants, and I could feel their kindness to me, and to be honest, I wasn't afraid of them now. ”

Madion looked up at Dick,

"But who am I to ask them to give everything so selflessly for me, because of the blood in my body?"

"Hey, little one, now they protect you, and when you grow up, it's your turn to protect them. ”

Dick stood up, rubbed Madian's head, and said in a deep tone, "Mr. Medivan has left you not only a legacy, but also a responsibility, these undead are poor people who are not accepted by the civilized world, can you imagine how many bad guys crazy about wealth will be attracted when Karazan's current situation spreads outside?"

"If you decide to accept this, you must learn to shoulder your responsibilities, they serve you as Lord, you must be able to protect them enough, this is the true meaning of a lord! This tower, all the knowledge and wealth left by your father, will one day make you the target of public criticism, and these will be your responsibilities, child, I hope you will think about it before you go to bed. ”

The paladin tidied up his hunting outfit and said to Median,

"All right, go to sleep, I'll go to Mr. Merry, and if I call those lovely maids in, if you can't sleep, it's a good idea to talk to them." ”

Madion quickly wiped her hands, shook her head, and then put on her gorgeous new pajamas and scurried to the comfortable bed, and in a short time a low snoring rang out.

The paladin flicked his wrist and picked up the blue flame rose from the table. He was going to accept the inheritance that Medivan had left him.

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