"Yo, buddy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 InfoUncle Ben is here! The top of your head is also open today. ”

When Paul walked into the conference room, the Waste Sword jumped from his shoulder to the conference table, and said this in a very humble voice.

I really want to beat it up.

It's true that I don't have hair, but I don't need your bastard to remind me.

"Speaking of which, mate. Uncle Ben knows a very good alchemist, and it just so happens that Uncle Ben still has some dragon hair here, so he can make a very good wig. ”

"yes, it's not bad, Spandam, you're still a little useful. But then again, I don't seem to remember that part of the dragon had hair. ”

"Absolutely. The dragon clan can be regarded as a monster no matter how you say it, and every dragon will have a little bit of it. ”

Saying this, as if there was no hindrance, the Waste Demon Sword reached into the hilt of the sword......

Well, it seems that this statement also sounds a little bit of truth.

Still, if I think about the dragon in the book, there seems to be nothing like there is anything like there can be hair from beginning to end.

"To have such precious materials is worthy of Master Spendham. The value of dragon hair is even comparable to that of reverse scales, and it seems that every dragon is a rare item that he or she does not want to hand over when he dies......"

Looking at the casual appearance of the Waste Magic Sword, Paul seemed to be a little shocked and continued:

"Speaking of which, I was also rewarded by the Holy See with a cuirass with dragon hair for some merits, which is not only very hard, but also has a strong aura that can even drive away weak demonic beasts, which is really a very convenient armor. ”

"Wait, Paul, what did you mean by that last sentence?"

"Eh, back to Lord Eshuin, [it's really a very handy armor] because the dragons' hair is very hard......"

"No, it's not that. It should be the previous sentence, did you just say that [the thick aura can even drive away weak demonic beasts]?"

Hearing me say this, Paul tilted his head in confusion at first, then nodded in confirmation.

"Well, that's right, Lord Aesiin. Because of the weight problems of most dragons, they may not be able to support their bodies when they land, so basically most of the dragons' hair grows in the crotch position to slow down the impact. ”

After a pause, Paul scratched his head in embarrassment.

- Something is wrong, my crisis sensor reacts very strongly.

I don't know if I'm overthinking it, but the position under the crotch seems to be bad in every sense of the word.

As if to confirm Paul's claim, the Waste Sword groped around in his body for a while, and a small tuft of curly dark red hair-like objects appeared in his hand.

And then......

"Here you go, buddy. This is Uncle Ben got it from a certain red dragon in hibernation a long time ago.,The dark red wig is very handsome.,Man-!。 ”

The Waste Demon Sword seemed to be proud to say this with a condescending attitude.

Well, that's right. No matter how you look at it, it's fine, in short, that's where the hair is......

The devil will put it on his head.

Having said that, these things were pulled out by Spandam when he was hibernating, although I don't know how the red dragon was feeling at the time, but I guess it will be terrible, it's really pitiful.

“………… I'm kidding, what kind of wig does the skeleton wear. Keep it for a snack. ”

"Oh, yes. Partner, what you said seems to make sense, okay then. ”

After nodding thoughtfully, the Waste Demon Sword seemed to agree with the theory, and ate the pile of mysterious hairs.

This guy actually ate it......

I don't know where to complain at all, although it doesn't seem strange to understand that a weapon of the level of the Waste Demon Sword has a space storage function, but isn't the way of accessing it a little strange?

"That's right, Paul. Is there anything wrong with transforming into a Headless Horseman?"

After a slight look at the waste magic sword, which has a greater groove than a sense of existence, I don't plan to continue to waste my energy on it.

If you really want to complain about it one by one, the workload will inevitably be too much.

"Eh, thank you, Lord Eshuin, for your concern. But there doesn't seem to be much discomfort, except for the position change that is not very familiar with the field of vision, there is nothing else to pay attention to, but the strength and agility have increased. ”

After thinking for a moment, Paul put his head on the conference table, hugged his chest and said.

Seems to be fine......

"Well, don't worry, mate. Since Paul was able to transform into the Headless Horseman, it proved that he was more resilient than the average Death Knight, and could easily control his head. And the undead with a strong soul can manipulate their bodies at will within a certain range, and Paul's swordsmanship talent is also very strong, so he is a very good seedling. ”

As if trying to explain, the Waste Demon Sword said in a tone of pointing to the juniors.

I see, I don't understand.

Let's not talk about what soul toughness has to do with controlling the body, why is this question being pulled to swordsmanship talent.

"Speaking of which, Paul. Actually, there's a question I'm curious about, if you don't want to answer it, you can skip it, since Paul needs to hold his head, wouldn't it be very troublesome to swing his sword?"

Indeed, this question has been bothering my generation for a long time, and I always feel very concerned.

After all, if you have to hold your head wherever you go, it will be very troublesome...... For example, when urinating, I actually wanted to ask if it would be wrong to put my head aside when urinating, but it doesn't seem appropriate to ask that.

Although the mechanism is unknown, the Death Knight seems to be able to eat.

Then, if you are able to eat, it seems natural to have an excretory system.

"No, not really, Lord Esthein. It's a little tiring, but if you get used to it, it's probably more convenient to fight, and you can actually do it to this extent. ”

The question seemed to make Paul stunned, and then he shook his head in denial.

After saying this, a black mist slowly appeared on Paul's neck. It wasn't long before the black mist slowly connected to the cut of Paul's neck and vanished.

Then, as if there was no gravity, his head flew around his body.

…………

Hey, that's really fine. It's too long, can you still fight like this, your head is flying in the sky.

But also, except for a little scary, it doesn't seem to be a big problem, but it does make it easier to change the field of vision, and it seems to be helpful in combat.

"Oh, boy Paul, you've only been transformed into an undead for a short time. ”

"Well, Master Spandham. But getting into this state is physically demanding, so it doesn't last long. ”

Nodding his head with satisfaction, he said as if Paul could do it to this extent:

"Don't be modest, boy Paul. It's good to be able to do this to this extent, it seems that you are really a natural undead, if you can master this ability, then you can easily peek under the skirt of female adventurers. ”

――！！！

Isn't it right, are all born undead like this?

Then again...... This kind of Qingqi brain circuit, the waste magic sword guy is really genius enough in an inconsequential place, and such a convenient ability was actually developed by it in this kind of place.

"Well, Paul, there's nothing I can do about swordsmanship, so go to Spendham if you have a problem. This one is up to you. ”

"Attribute fear, Lord Aeshuin. Thank you very much for your kindness, but I have not contributed anything to the Undead Fortress, and I dare not accept your reward. ”

Looking at the little doll I handed over, Paul seemed a little flustered.

I see, in short, it's a feeling of being useless, and the knights of another world are really something that makes people laugh and cry.

"If you feel ashamed, work hard, and don't mind as a reward for completing the task next time. Besides, it's just an ordinary talisman. ”

"Eh, that's the case...... Alright then, Lord Eshuin. ”

After a little apologetic excuse, Paul finally accepted the doll I handed over.