Guns roared through the castle at night.

There is no sunlight underground, all the natural light comes from the ubiquitous magic plant glowing moss, the brightest time of the day in the underground world is roughly equivalent to the full moon night on the ground, the clear moon night casts the whole world with a layer of cold color, like which legendary ghostly painter painted the world's most mysterious scenery.

I was a little agitated, but I felt calm.

I am calm because I have no feelings for these ownerless little devils, and I do not hesitate to kill them, one at a time; As for the anxiety, no one will believe it when I say it, and if I don't get rid of the little devil entrenched here quickly, I won't be able to catch up with the freshly baked scones.

The corridors of the castle are very long, and if you want to chase a group of undisciplined little demons, you should find an airtight place, but the corridors are full of windows and rooms, and they will disappear from my sight at the first turn, and it will take a lot of time to find them all.

In general, there are very few castles in the underworld, because everyone is used to living in dungeons. Rather than wasting time making bricks to build them, dungeons that only need to be dug and filled in are undoubtedly the best place to live, not to mention that after a while the glowing moss will spread along the entrance of the dungeon, and the freestanding castle is the area where the glowing moss is around.

For a race like humans, who have nothing, walking in a castle still has to solve the problem of lighting, if only they could do magic—every now and then there will be some small spark-sized thoughts like this, but none of them have been put into action.

There's only one little devil left, and there's only one left, but where?

The walls of the corridor behind me shattered, and the little devil who had swelled into a balloon as big as three meters tall seemed to be menacing, but I knew that he was just trying to scare me away. But after being with Fan for so long, will I still be scared by a little devil? No matter how powerful the little devil is, it will not be stronger than the demon.

The balloon-shaped little devil has a high defense, two shots if one shot doesn't work, three shots if two shots don't work, anyway, I have a lot of bullets, and the guns are all hit at the same point, so I don't believe this gun can't penetrate this guy.

However, the expected situation did not appear, this gun is too good, and one shot will hit the heart of the little devil and make it go up in smoke.

It's worthy of being snatched from the Church of the God of Light, it's really amazing!

A few days ago, when passing by a passage to the surface, I bumped into a church called the Cult of the Illuminati that smuggled from the surface to the underworld, and was ambitiously planning its own territory nearby, intending to have its own place in the underworld. But unfortunately, they met us, it doesn't matter if I can't beat a regiment, it's okay to pack up the deserters, the rest is there, everything is not a problem.

Van hated the god of light, and of course his followers, and a giant magic smashed down, and the survival count was reduced to zero.

I found a few sets of clothes from the ruins, and changed into one of the black priest's clothes, which I hadn't changed in a long time, and my body was in tatters. I don't care if I can have new clothes to wear, even if they are taken off the corpse, even if they are found in the dust, and the beggars are not unprecedented, they can be worn by washing, and the underground rivers are everywhere, so it is good not to be clothed.

Later, with the help of Van I found a few weapons that I could use, and he also took some high-end equipment from the ruins, which he said could be exchanged for money, which was a necessary property for us to walk in the underworld without exposing it.

Of those items, my favorite was the pure white twin guns, but I couldn't use them, my magic couldn't even support a single bullet from the twin guns. In retreat, I chose another pistol that was a little smaller than the double guns, with a silver body with its name "Silver Moon" engraved on the bottom, and a line engraved on the body of the gun that said "I only fight for faith", which Van wanted to dissolve, but I stopped it.

I'm fighting for my faith, what's wrong? My belief is not the God of Light, my belief is Brahman.

Now I'm wearing a priest's outfit, and I like to wear a priest's outfit the most, probably because the pastor is dressed in black, and he doesn't have any accessories except a backlit cross, right? Moreover, the priest's outfit was much easier to move around than the bulky, religiously religious knight's armor.

But if I want to bring out the best in Silvermoon, I still have to learn the art of light.

Van hates the God of Light very much, not only because the God of Light is a god and the god is opposed to the demon, but also because the magic is like sulfuric acid to the demon's magic, it will dissolve when it touches it, and it will be on the verge of disintegration in less than two seconds.

But the light spell is not divine magic, the light technique is just magic, believers can make the divine power blessing magic become divine magic, I can naturally remove the part of the divine power blessing and directly let the divine magic drop to zero magic. I began to learn the basic theories of magic at the same time, and started the practical learning of light art in advance, which is like learning computer applications at the same time as learning arithmetic in kindergarten.

What is kindergarten, though? What is a computer application? Where did I learn about these two things? I don't know......

Now, in addition to taking on some hunting missions, I have also taken on the purification mission, and the object of purification is the undead. The quality of life of Fan and I is getting higher and higher, the expenses are naturally getting bigger and bigger, and the pay for the purification task is still very high, and I like to take the purification task.

Before leaving in the morning, I heard that there might be a purification mission in the next town, and the pay is very high, which is incomparable to the usual purification task, and it seems that he is a difficult guy.

I went back to the town where I had stayed last night, and I found the owner of the castle, who lived in the castle I had just been to not long ago, and who was a vampire, and only a vampire would build a castle in the underworld for the sake of traditional beauty.

"Thank you for driving out the little demons who have taken over my castle for me, if you hadn't helped me, my mother would have locked me up when she returned!" The little vampire, who was no longer waist-tall as me, was so distracted that he almost couldn't maintain a noble sitting posture and ran over to hug my thighs.

With a wave of the vampire's left hand, a blood maid next to him brought over a tray and lifted the lid on it, revealing a full money bag on it. The little vampire said, "This is your payment, a hundred gold coins, I'm sorry I only have so much pocket money, if it were my father, the price would have tripled, my name is James Jon, may I know your name?"

"Leon Rin." After saying that, I left directly with my money bag, and the little vampire behind me was finally willing to leave his VIP seat and shouted at me, "This is fate, we will definitely meet again!"

Fate? What is fate? It doesn't matter, I have to go back quickly, Fan's little scones must be about to cool!

When I was a child, I thought Van was omnipotent, until I made a request that I didn't want to eat raw meat, and at that time we hadn't entered the first town we encountered after coming to the underworld, and then Van cooked me a pot of soup with a deflated face......

I didn't think about why Van was so impatient when he cooked the soup, until I saw him boil a good pot of beast meat soup into a pot of lava.

When I went to fish it out with the spoon, the few bones that I threw in at the beginning melted and melted! It's only been half an hour of cooking!

My Brahma, how did you do it? Are you a demon, so what you make is also a demon dish?!

Immediately after that, I stole food from someone else's kitchen when I was a beggar and accidentally stole the master's cooking skills, and cooked another pot of animal meat soup made of the same kind of animal meat next to it.

Since then, the ingredients for each meal have been packed, but the ingredients have been packed. From then on, he began to exercise his strength when hunting food, and each time he caught the ingredients, the scars on his body became less and less, and the skin he peeled off became more and more complete; In the same way, my cooking skills are also growing day by day, and I am learning to make chowder with seasonings, and every day I have a new taste.

Originally, such a day was nothing, but one day I suddenly realized that without me, what should Fan do, go back to Ru Mao to drink blood? After eating what I made for so long, with such a disgusting taste, how could he eat it?

I started asking Van to take up cooking as a hobby, and Van agreed.

Under my guidance, he spent an entire underground year removing the attributes of "demonic cuisine" from the finished product of Sangma, but it was still difficult to swallow, and it seemed that it would take a long time to cultivate it to the level of ordinary people...... Until now, another two underground years have passed.

Marilyn Ken, the hostess of the Dahl family, who is rarely overnight, taught Van to make desserts without complaint, I don't know if this time has improved?

"Coming back?" As soon as I opened the door, Brahma saw me.

The Fan in front of him is not the arrogant wild demon at the beginning, nor is it the gentleman demon of the other day.

Now his long hair is tied up high, only a few bangs are left to escape the fate of being tied together, and he is wearing cheap linen clothes that can be found everywhere in the market next door, and it is said that he is still an adventurer's style; He had an apron tied to his front, and the apron, face, and half of his sleeves were covered with powdered or moist flour, and he, a demon who was not afraid of heat, had taken up his insulating gloves under Marilyn's lengthy training, and now his hands were holding small scones that were still steaming.

"It just so happened that the cookies had just come out." Van smiled like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child, innocent and sunny.

I went up and took a piece and threw it into my mouth, "Hurry up and let me taste something."

The crunching sound came out of the mouth, and the milky aroma mixed with the taste of wheat flowed between the teeth and the tongue, which was very thick and sweet. It's just that the water is too little and it's a little hard.

Van looked at me expectantly, "How's it going?"

"It's delicious, but it's a little hard, and I won't be able to eat it next, and my teeth will be broken."

"If it's less, where is my level to the extent that it is delicious, and I am tired of hearing the same praise. Except for the things that were comparable to bioweapons at the beginning, didn't you eat all the compliments I made while saying the exact same?" Van grumbled like a child, but I knew he was happy. It's as if he could read my heart from time to time and know me better than I do.

"Because you are Brahman." My compliments are only for you, and I can eat everything you do, even if it is unpalatable.

I just need Brahma, I don't need anything else, Brahma is everything. (To be continued.) )