Dark Priest Dosten has had a sweet burden lately. An honored guest has been hanging out with him for a while. While it was a great thing to be able to hook up with the pharmacists of the Royal Apothecary Society in the Undercity, this guest was a testament to his promising future, both from the edict personally signed by the chief apothecary he held and the grace of his beauty, which even the living could not match.

However, the purpose of this guest's visit to Deathknell Town was never revealed, and he only spent time in the church every day, and the occasional pitiful outing only stopped at the opposite inn. Dusten, who couldn't figure out what he meant, couldn't help but scratch his little hair with sorrow.

Dustan had no doubt that if he could please this distinguished guest, he would predictably take a big step forward towards the Undercity.

The Forsaken consider it the highest honor to be by the side of the Dark Queen, and Dusten is no exception, and he doesn't want to spend his life in this important but secluded place. What worries him even more is that he is definitely not the only one who thinks like this, at least, the executive officer Segard, who is now courteous all day long, is a strong competitor in Dusten's eyes.

"It's a new day, I don't know how our guests are doing." Dustan looked at the sky lit up outside the window with mixed feelings, hoping that he might have good luck today. He straightened his crown, listlessly picked up the register, and prepared to go to church to carry out his routine.

Dosten's job is to register the newborn Forsaken in Deathtown, and after registering the information into the magic register, the newborn Forsaken will be officially under the rule of the Dark Queen, and then recommend suitable classes according to their talents.

Due to the defeat of the natural disaster and the control of the plague, the Forsaken have recently added very little to the population, so Dusten's job is much easier than before, but for a Forsaken with ideals like Dusten, it is simply unbearable. Because there is no political achievement!

Without political achievements, how could he get into the eyes of his superiors, how could he be able to enter the ranks of those who had the honor of reporting to the Queen of Darkness.

A few days ago, I finally woke up again, and I heard that he was a human nobleman before his death, which surprised Dusten at that time.

You must know that here, although the status of the nobles in life is no longer useful, it is undeniable that the forsaken transformed from the nobles often have a much greater chance of becoming a high-level warrior than a commoner. Because the knowledge stored in their minds during their lifetime is often fortunately preserved after resurrection, their starting point is undoubtedly much higher than that of civilians who cannot read many words, not to mention magicians and apothecaries who need more knowledge and experience.

Dusten was also a priest of the Monastery of the Holy Light during his lifetime, so now he has this important profession.

The most important and powerful institution of the Forsaken is the Royal Apothecary Society, which was established by the Queen herself.

Dusten even imagined the benefits he would receive from the undead - the blue eyes of his superiors, the connections of the Apothecary's Guild, and so on, which made him bubble up.

However, reality poured him a basin of cold water. The female ghost apparently hasn't accepted her new identity for a long time, and has refused to register and test it until now. Even though he had informed her sister, who had also been converted into the Forsaken, to come (of course, he wanted to take the opportunity to get acquainted with Miss Mick, who had become an honorable junior pharmacist of the Royal), the situation did not improve. Moreover, to Dusten's regret, he could see that if it weren't for the fact that Miss Mick's mission happened to be nearby, he dared to bet with Segard on a dozen scavenging wolf steaks, Mick wouldn't have bothered with this matter at all. After all, in the eyes of the royal apothecary, nothing was as important as researching and experimenting with a new type of plague.

Thinking of this, Dusten couldn't help but regret a little, if the honorable Miss Mick mentioned in her plague report that her experiment was lagging behind because of his poor management, even if it was just a small stroke, oh my God, Dusten almost wanted to slap himself a few times, and at the same time secretly swore that next time he would not dare to trouble the pharmacists of the Royal Apothecary Society to come here and waste their precious time.

Speaking of precious time, Dusten couldn't help but jump to another royal apothecary. What is that honored uninvited guest doing now?

When Vicky came back to her senses, she found that she had actually run into the cemetery behind the church opposite. It is said to be a cemetery, but now it is deserted, and the garden is full of large white flowers, which is very beautiful.

Vicky sat on the ground crying with self-pity, "Why did I wake up? I'd rather die. Yes, I'd rather die. She kept digging up the dirt on the ground with her hands, trying to dig a pit and bury herself.

"What are you doing here?"

Vicky lifted her teary eyes, and a figure appeared in her eyes from blurry to clear.

Peerless beauty! These were the only four words left in Vicky's empty mind. She felt that she couldn't see or hear, and in this world, there was only that one person, that pair of eyes.

It's like the deepest night, with the bright starlight in the sky, dark and cold flickering, silent, but people can't extricate themselves from it.

"Name?" In a trance, the man had come to her.

Vicky ...... Vicky Levine "Vicky unknowingly honestly reported her name.

"Levine......" The corners of the man's mouth curled up in a slight arc. Mick's sister? ”

Vicky looked at the silent man in front of her in a panic, and a strange thought jumped into her heart, pulling her tightly, making her panic as if she was out of breath.

"You...... Are you Alex? Barov? ”

"Alex?" The corners of the man's mouth seemed to be curled a little more, and for a moment, Vicky nervously forgot to breathe, well, in fact, fortunately she didn't need to breathe anymore.

"No, I'm not. Stand up, you haven't registered yet, have you? Well, I've heard that Mick delayed reporting because of this. Good boy, you shouldn't be like this, come with me. ”

His voice seemed to have magic, and Vicky didn't want to resist him at all, and obediently stood up and walked after him to the church hall. Her last thought was, who is this man?

"Name, what's your name?"

The man walking in front frowned slightly, and then Vicky heard him whisper "Simon"

Simon ...... Vicky silently read the name in her heart, looking at the figure walking in front, and for the first time, she felt that maybe it would be a very good thing to return to this world again.

"Dusten, give her a test" Walking into the church, Simon hurriedly greeted Dusten, who couldn't hide the joy on his face, pointed to Vicky behind him, and then casually found a place to sit down.

Dusten is an old man, and he only glanced at Vicky and Simon for a few moments, and secretly wondered if Simon was here for this Vicky. Dusten laughed, thinking that he understood something, and was polite at the moment, without seeing a little impatience, and led Vicky into the side door next to him.

Simon sat on the pews outside, looking wearily at the decoration in the middle of the church, and rubbing his eyebrows. Suddenly, his ears moved, and he heard the slight footsteps of women. He turned his head and stared through his black hair at the figure he had thought so many times.

It was Mick and Elletaxia, who also came to do the registration.