The capital of the Duchy of Basol is the city of Fontay.

Surrounded by strong walls and patrolled by elite guards, the young King Kodev III leaned back in his chair and looked out the window at the pale sky in deep thought.

Originally, as the king of a country, he should be happy with supreme power and fine food, but Kodev III's heart was occupied by pain. The source of this suffering is the Garem family, the largest nobles in the entire country.

On the table in front of the king at the moment were numerous official documents, this year's grain harvest had been destroyed due to the invasion of the goats, the hiring of adventurers, the resettlement of refugees, the reconstruction of the destroyed areas, each of which was a request for central appropriation, but the treasury had long been empty.

Although the tax revenue of the whole country is not bad, since they fell out with the Galem family, they have united with the nobles and nobles to control the tax revenue of the whole country, so that most of the money goes into their private pockets. Even the daily expenses in the royal palace are now provided by the Galem family.

In their opinion, as long as Kodev III did not have money in his hands, then he would not be able to make a climate. And the actual situation is just as they expected, although Kodev III has cultivated some forces loyal to him, he still can't do anything without money.

Therefore, how to raise funds became the biggest problem that plagued the young king. The Galem family will never give themselves a penny, and the other nobles are forced by the power of the Galem family and are unwilling to help them, which is really at a loss.

"See Your Majesty."

Just as Kodev III's heart was about to go crazy, an old voice reached his ears.

Kodev III quickly straightened up, and what appeared in the field of vision was an old man who looked a little hunched because of his age.

"Fellow of Osseth, do you have anything to do?"

Scholar of Orseth was one of the few ministers in the kingdom who did not bow down to the House of Galem, and was an upright and learned man, and was a teacher whom Kodev III respected. He and Ballykaf were the king's right-hand men. The Imperial Council had long since ended, and the Scholar of Orseth should have returned to his mansion by this time, and he must have come to see him at this moment something important had happened. The king, who had judged so much, made a somewhat worried inquiry.

"Your Majesty, I just got news from the Adventurers' Guild that a mysterious underground mausoleum has been discovered in the western part of the kingdom, and according to their investigation, there should be a lot of money and belongings hidden." Orsse's tone was softened, but he could still feel the joy that followed.

An unknown treasure, which is undoubtedly great news for Kodev III, who is short of money. Kodev III's eyes lit up, "Is there any movement from the Garem family?" ”

"There's no movement yet."

"Great, you immediately inform General Balikav and ask him to lead someone to search the underground mausoleum and bring back the belongings!" Kodev III jumped up from his chair at once, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

"Obey the order, the old minister will do it." The scholar bowed respectfully and withdrew.

"Hey, it's really ugly that the king of my dignified Duchy of Basol should rely on tomb robbing to raise funds." After the departure of the Fellow of the University of Orsays, Kodev III sighed a little depressed.

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"The prey has already taken the bait, so it should be foolproof."

Delnis, lazily lying on the couch, said to a large mirror in the room, his voice sounding respectful or not, whether it was an illusion or not.

The mirror is a bit out of place in a room with so much expensive furniture, which can be called golden, because, unlike the others, it is not inlaid with any jewels, and the frame is not made of precious metals such as gold but the bones of some kind of animal, which looks quite old. Anyone who sees it can't help but wonder if it's been misplaced.

At this moment, there was no one in the room except Delnis, who seemed to be talking to himself, but suddenly there was a response from the empty room.

"Don't worry, Lord Delnis, they won't make it out of the mausoleum alive." The sound echoes so strongly that it's impossible to tell where it's coming from. At the same time, the mirror began to ripple like the surface of the water, and a black figure emerged from it.

Holding a pitch-black bone staff in his hand, a black robe floated in the air like smoke, and eight iron chains protruding from it squirmed like the tentacles of an octopus. The light in the room dimmed as if the clouds were obscuring the sun, but if you look out the window, you can see that the outside is still quite bright, and the areas that have become dull seem to be limited to the room. In fact, it wasn't just the light around him that changed, the moment his feet hit the ground, the temperature in the room dropped by several degrees.

The mere act of standing here can make perceptible changes in the surrounding environment, which shows that this person's strength is extraordinary.

"But that Ballycalf guy has always had a good relationship with adventurers, and there is a good chance that there will be strong adventurers in the team going to the underground mausoleum this time."

"Adventurer? Do you think the lord will be my opponent for mere adventurers? The black-robed man walked forward slowly, his surroundings darkening, and he brought his face to Delnis, a mummy-like parched cheek, and his eyes glowed green, like ghostly fire leading the living to another world.

"No, no, how could I question your strength, even the adventurers of the whole country combined would never be your opponent of the Undead Demon King," the indescribable terrifying pressure almost suffocated Delnis.

The Undead Lord Marosas is a high-ranking undead who has appeared and occupied the western part of the Duchy of Basol for nearly a hundred years, and no one knows his true strength, as none of the adventurers who have fought with him so far have survived. He is a boss-level monster rated as an eight-star by the Adventurer's Guild, and can be said to be the strongest monster in the Principality of Basol and even in the entire Continent of Yurland.

Originally a talented human magician, Marosas was a magister of "Azdalia", but his pursuit of power was so obsessed with it that it almost reached the point of madness. The short life of a human being simply could not satisfy his desires, so he used forbidden magic to turn himself into an immortal.

However, becoming an undead was not as easy as he imagined, and he needed to constantly devour life, and having become the enemy of all living creatures, he could not go to various places to find powerful magicians to learn. So he began to look for humans to cooperate with, obtain the latest magical knowledge and research results from humans, and make himself stronger.

"Why do you want a powerful person like you to huddle in that part of the west, with your strength, you can completely dominate one side." Dernis, in a trembling voice, asked.

"In order to find that mausoleum, there is one thing I need there." Marosas turned to the mirror and said calmly.

"You said earlier that the treasure in that mausoleum would be mine, right?" Seeing the figure of Marosas slowly sink into the mirror, Dennis hurriedly confirmed.

"Hehe, don't worry, lord, I'm not interested in treasure, I only want one thing." As Marosas's body disappeared into the mirror, the room returned to normal once again.

"Whew, that's a scary guy." Dennis wiped the sweat from his forehead, his clothes soaked with cold sweat that kept pouring out, "But Ballycalf is completely finished now, hahahaha." ”