Chapter 2: The Castle (Weaving Dreams).

"Eh, okay, I thought I was going to die before I teleported for the first time......

Weaving Dreams, who had been meditating, was awakened by the fluctuations at the end of the teleportation, and it seemed that in a blink of an eye, he came to ......

An alley flanked by two-story cabins, surrounded by foul-smelling pools, garbage, and unidentified floating objects.

From the reflection of the unknown sewage, you can see that you are wearing cloth clothes and leather armor, and you have a sword on your back?

"Huh, that's disgusting...... Medieval style?"

Starweaver looked around in a small way, wriggling to observe herself.

The stench around him ruined his good mood, and he was now desperate to get out of here.

But reason stopped him, and he had to know his surroundings before acting.

"And it's a great reward to be here, and to see that, so don't worry about the details. ”

"People who carry swords in villages and towns, record their personal information. However, don't you want to be so dirty! Whether it's the environment or the clothes, this is already challenging the human senses! How did the ancestors survive? Well, it doesn't seem to be my ancestors, that's great. ”

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the dirty alleys under the moonlight and the reflection of myself in the water, and the foul smell stained the artistic conception created by the handsome face against the beautiful moonlight, and even the eyes hidden by the divine light were covered by an invisible sour mist.

(Dream weaving gender male, love women, because they also have a female appearance, do the men's version, is a male appearance, women's decoration is a female appearance, neutral dress depends on the observer)

The only advantage here is that it is hidden......

"Well, I retract my assessment about the covert ......"

Not far away, around the corner, a figure appeared, accompanied by a voice: "...... Damn, why are you provoking me, why are you stirring up a dispute, why are you falling, and your filthy head is smashed by my bottle! Why is it my ...... who is the one who suffers this?"

There was a whisper in his ears, and the senses strengthened by the blood easily received the faint sound wave, and the man who accompanied the sound wave:

Dirty hair, conspicuous wine nose, panicked eyes afterwards, coarse cloth clothes only slightly better than those of vagabonds and prisoners, calloused hands carrying a man's collar, the smell of blood was evident even under the stench.

At 16 points, the intelligence easily cracked the general situation: this frustrated man was going to use the reward of Weibo to buy a drunk after a hard day, and when he was drunk, another man, or a drunkard, provoked him because of some trivial matter: bumping into him, seeing that you are not pleasing to the eye, etc.

It was supposed to be a very ordinary tavern brawl, and there was no attention at all except for a few people nearby. But, the unexpected happened:

The drunk fell, was slammed on the back of the head by the man's bottle, and after a few moans—under the strong alcohol anesthesia, maybe not—he died, so simply and in a wretched manner.

The man who missed found a little reason under the stimulation of blood: he killed someone! No, no, no, this is impossible, he can't accept that he is infamous as a murderer because of such a drunkard and goes to prison! He still has his own life!

So, he hurriedly wrapped the shattered back of his head to prevent blood from dripping, and then, pretending that he was only unconscious, fled the tavern.

Under the blowing of the cold wind and the illumination of the moonlight, he decided: Throw the corpse away!

Perhaps by the time he is found after a while, he will be unrecognizable, and no one will recognize the body, and people will only think that it is another dead vagabond, or a victim of a nobleman......

Starweaver happily closed the script in his head, and whispered very carefully: Now, it's my turn!

"Stop, criminal!"

"What, what! No, no, I'm not. I was just...... Wait, you're a mercenary?"

Weaving dreams is like waking up from a dream, yes, who am I?

Forgive him, he really didn't know the costume of a medieval mercenary, and he thought he was a militiaman and a sheriff.

Well, it's okay to go straight from an official to a thief.

But that's not the point, it's who am I, and how to deal with this man......

Fortunately, he didn't have to waste his brain to think about it, the man spontaneously gave a deal: "Hey, you're a mercenary, right, I want to give you a commission: help me deal with this person, whatever you want, as long as it doesn't involve me." Aren't you mercenaries doing these things? When you're done, you can take one thing from me, anything. But note: there can only be one. ”

The man's IQ is temporarily on the line - he decides to give something he is not good at to a mercenary.

Of course, it was still not too high - he easily believed a stranger.

"Okay, guest, are you sure, come, sign a contract!" Starweaver accepted involuntarily, and pulled out a contract from behind her with a kind smile.

"Come, look, I'll dispose of the corpse, you give me something. That's right, if that's right, just sign it, just press the handprint. ”

Starweaver's eyes were obscured by the shadow of his hair, and his whole person was filled with an evil aura - the breath of the devil.

Of course, men can't see it.

"Uh, oh, I don't know how to write...... Uh, okay......" The man who wanted to refuse seemed to be confused, and involuntarily pressed his handprint on the contract, and left the alley in a daze.

Enchanting Humanity - Triggered Automatically!

"Whew, the first contract is made!" As if poked at the tickle flesh, or the pleasure part of the nervous system, Weaving Dream involuntarily let out a cunning and treacherous chuckle full of pleasure.

I don't know how long, he seemed to have just woken up from a dream when he was blinded by a burst of moonlight, and the whole person had a sense of confusion and weirdness.

"I, I'm here, what's wrong? I didn't plan to get involved, I ......."

At this time, he didn't have the feeling of being out of tune before, and the whole person seemed to be awakened, becoming shrewd and keen, completely different from the previous cunning.

"Something is interfering with my thinking...... Trade...... Indenture...... Cunning feelings...... The blood of the Ice Devil, no, to be precise, the blood of the Ice Prince Lyzeskiling, uh, seems to be a bit of a joke. ”

"Does it automatically have an impact when you hear about something like a transaction...... It's a little uncomfortable. ”

Or ...... Forget it, can't think about it, I'm going to enjoy it a little longer. ”

Starweaver Dream curbed his thoughts of delving into it in time, he hadn't had enough of it.

In any case, at least, at least wait until this one ends......

"Whew......" He shook his head quickly and slightly, shaking the rootless guess out of his mind.

"I can't fight it now, but I already have an idea...... I still have to wait until I return, and I need a little more resources, all kinds of goals have to be challenged, and I have to make extra money, so I might as well start with this contract......"

Since you can't ask for help from the sidelines, you have to be self-reliant, and Xingweaving Dream is not a waste that will achieve nothing once you lose everything you have.

He walked slowly and quietly up and down the alley, keeping an eye out for any dirt stuck to his feet, but on the surface, it seemed as if he was bothered by the corpse.

"There is no hint at the moment, do you still have any information on you that you haven't found...... Well, you'll have to find a confined space to check it out...... At the moment, this corpse ......"

The thousand turns in his mind didn't take much time, and it didn't affect his actions.

He didn't waste his brainpower, and soon he had a countermeasure: divide it, then tie up the stone and throw it into the ditch, and complete the contract as soon as possible to advance the "main line......

Determined to act, Dream Weaver proved to be quite reliable, and if it weren't for the slight sluggishness of the blade and his own little cleanliness, he could have solved the problem before sunrise.

And the reality is only a moment too late......

"OK, let me take a closer look at my body, hehehehe......"

It was not difficult to find a house, but it was difficult to wash the body: in the Middle Ages, people did not like to take baths, they thought that water was unclean, and they basically only washed it twice in their lives, what should they do if they stink all over their bodies? This, of course, refers to the nobility.

As for the commoners, it stinks, just to reflect the height of the noble uncle.

Therefore, Xingweaving Dream can only complain about the uncleanliness of the past again, endure his cleanliness first, and give priority to business...... It always feels the other way around.

There are not many things on the body, and they are not complicated, so they are easy to unload.

This is talking about the leather armor of mercenaries, if it is heavy armor, one person really can't handle it.

A somewhat blunt hand and a half sword (unscientific little science: the mainstream of the medieval sword, about three to four feet 1 meter to 1.3 meters long, not heavy, characterized by a metal ring in the middle of the hilt and a metal mallet at the end of the hilt, used as a balance. and a leather scabbard, an old half-body leather armor, a pair of leather boots and gloves, a knife, several sheaths, and in the package was a mask and gloves, some indescribable tools that the star weaver did not recognize, a piece of parchment, dry food and water, some coins, and a freeman's card.

"Fantastic configuration. ”

Starweave Dream is amazed and interested in the medieval landscape.

Uh, think of that filthy environment...... He's better decide to clear the level quickly!

Aside from the incomprehensible stuff, the most important thing was the parchment, which was a squad call-up.

Wolf Squad Summoning Order

Squad Member: Van Helsing (not widely promoted: Name Inspired Legendary Exorcist: Van Helsing), please meet the team at the east gate of West Town on the morning of the third day after the Flying Snow.

By Team Leader: Oak

"In other words, am I a member of the Wild Wolf Squad of the mercenary organization, named Fan Haixing...... Hmm, it always feels a little wrong, the challenge goal is so simple, and there is no hint of completion...... Is it not, or am I not done?"

Starweaver Dream, who suddenly got a name, instinctively thought that this was not his real name, and even if it was a novice copy, it wouldn't be so simple to send money over, right?

"Besides, when is the day of the snow, and what are these things, they are quite small and delicate, and a mercenary will have such things?...... Anyway, let's look for it again. ”

The purpose of Starweaver Dream rummaging through her own items is to find the next "main objective".

The main story is found, but this quest still seems to have some side quests......

Originally, he was just looking aimlessly out of idleness, but he really found a strange thing......

It's a note hidden under the strap of the hilt...... My God, if I don't know, I'm afraid I can only find it if I'm too idle [tone particle] to be painful...... Well, it's also possible to tidy up your gear.

"Okay, let me see which capable person is hiding something here......"

[I can't answer your questions, at least not yet. 】

"Oh, fluorescent, flowing handwriting, and ......"

[Anyway, if you don't think I'm hurting you, please do what I say.] 】

"You can change, you can. Starweaver's eyes narrowed into a pleasant arc and muttered to herself with interest.

[Strange potion recipe: 3 aconite leaves, 1 viola grass, 1 mandala root, 1 green snake gall ......]

"I'm not good at biology, but I can tell it's poison...... And there is no name, ...... "At this moment, Xingweaving Dream's interest in the "branch" exceeds the "main line"!

[I just can't tell you my name, so please don't ask, the less you know, the better the chance of living.] 】

"Well, in real time? Can you hear me?"

[Yes, if there is any situation or question, you can ask me, and I will try my best to answer what you can know.] 】

"What time is today, who am I, why do you know this, who are you, what is poison for, why can't I even know the name......"

As soon as the question was mentioned, Starweave Dream immediately became interested, this is a good opportunity!

【Stop for a moment!】

[I'll say it slowly, you watch it slowly, don't ask me any more questions after reading it!]

"Oh, okay, you speak first. ”

The rejected Star Weaving Dream is not disappointed, how can there be such a simple good thing?

[Believe it or not, I am your friend, and your current actions and my actions are with your permission. 】

[You and I plan to kill a person, he has a strong ability to discriminate, and if you know some information, you may expose the target. 】

[That potion is not poison, at least not for you, and I will let you know what it does when needed.] 】

[I can't say who you are, you should consider yourself Fan Haixing. Your memory is blocked, and I will help you remove it after these things are done, and the blocking of your memory is our choice together. 】

[Finally, yesterday was the day of the snow. 】

While disposing of the body, he saw the sign of West's Tavern on the road and learned that it was Westtown.

"Okay, I'll listen to you first. ”

Hosiligo touched his bearded chin, but didn't say anything.

【Okay.】 So let's take action, there's a lot more you need to prepare. 】

[Just start with potions, you have enough money to do all this, and you have enough power to do all this—I've always believed so. 】

......

If there is a book, it is long, and if there is no book, it is short.

Not to mention the command of the anonymous in the past two days, as well as the speculation and practice of weaving dreams, let's take a look at the contract......

"Very good, two days have passed, there are only disappearances and not homicides, and it seems that my solution is okay. Well, it's time to collect the bills. ”

At the thought of collecting the account, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a pleasant arc, and he immediately pressed it down.

"Tuk tuk. Dream Weaver walked briskly to Hank's house, which was the man's name, and he had found it on the contract, and the location of the house had been asked by the townspeople.

"Hello, is anyone here, here's your bill!"

"Squeak" With the sound of wood rubbing, Hank's wine trough nose appeared on his retina, and at the same time, a strong smell of alcohol rushed into his nasal cavity, making the non-smoking and non-drinking Weaving Dream wrinkle his nose in disgust.

In all fairness, if it weren't for the fact that he was wearing a medieval mercenary costume, he would have been able to deceive people by changing to even ordinary modern clothes - his charm was enough to achieve this effect, and being a devil was a very fitting job.

And the drunk man on the other side apparently didn't notice — or the alcohol-eroded nerves prevented him from noticing the scene.

In fact, he's still confused.

"Who are you, disturbing my sleep, burp......"

"Ah, this gentleman has forgotten even your creditors. ”

The star weaving dream that entered the play in an instant entered the demon (push) ghost (pin) mold (member) style (debt collector).

"What creditor, I don't owe any debts, that mother-in-law has paid off all the debts, hiccup......"

"Alara, although I have a little interest in this family theater, let's collect the debt first......"

Having just risen to 17 intelligence, it was easy for him to make up a little family theater, and he asserted that it was absolutely true, but it didn't matter, it was debt collection time, wasn't it?

And the devil doesn't care about that—except when it's time to plot it.

But Hank, the incompetent, stupid drunkard, is clearly not qualified for the devil to plot against him.

"Two days ago, you entrusted me to help you deal with a thing, and the reward is anything you own, no objection, then I have to make a request. ”

"Wait...... Wait! What are you talking about? I didn't entrust you!"

The drunkard, who seemed to be sober with a blow of wind at the door, seemed to realize something, and cried out in a smug, scoundrel tone, that it was evident that he was not going to pay the bill, and that he was confident:

There's no way this mercenary would dare to spread the word about hiding his body!Besides, the locals are more trustworthy than the strangers, haha!

It's disgusting......

"Oh, there's a contract here, you can't afford it. ”

However, Xingweaving Dream remained calm, replying to the drunk man with a tone that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and a stiff expression.

I hate this kind of thing the most.

"Hmph, that's fake, fake, I don't even know the things above, who knows if you have done anything or not, I won't admit this kind of thing!"

A cool breath blew, and he seemed to be more sober and "smarter".

"Ah, that's right. "Starweaver Dream is a little more serious, but it seems that it will never be able to lift the energy.

Don't want to waste any more time, let's solve the problem......

So he said, in a lazy and cold tone, no, it was a declaration:

"Unfortunately, I don't need your permission and don't want your permission. (Devil's Language) (Unscientific Little Science: The Devil can use Celestial and Abyssal Languages, but he also has his own language, and here he uses his own language, which is automatically learned after the bloodline awakens)"

He pressed forward step by step, accompanied by the cold, and forced the drunk into the house.

The room was simple, with wooden beds and tables, a few broken cabinets, and a mattress with a faint musty smell mixed with a stronger smell of alcohol.

Starweaver Dream can also see empty rice jars.

But he didn't care about any of that, and it wasn't worth his attention.

"You signed the contract, I did what I had to do, and now, it's time to collect the debt. Repent of what you have done – in hell!"

As soon as the announcement ended, the contract did not spontaneously combust, but if you touch it with your hand, you will find that the fire is cold.

"So," Starweave Dream said back to her usual tone, "my choice: your soul. ”

The drunken man was stimulated by the strange sight in front of him and the deep, as if from the bottom of his soul, and he seemed to have finally sobered up a little.

Without hesitation, he fell to his knees, sobbing profusely, and his trough nose was funny.

"No, no, you can't. You can't, you can't pick on my soul. Anything else but soul and life! Or exchange my mother-in-law's soul for it!"

The dying face of a desperate and stupid person is always so disgusting.

I curse you, devil, that you will be burned by the fire of the Lord, that you will be crucified and suffer eternal suffering, that you will ...... Ahh

The flame of the contract finally burned to his body, silently, his consciousness was burned, and his soul flew into the contract and melted into the devil's body.

And with that comes a special flow of energy.

"Ah, the attachment before death, the regret, the despair and the pain, and the unchanging nature of the soul, what a delicious meal. ”

Devil Star Dream took a breath of great enjoyment, and the air flow was wrapped in a narrow flow of energy, one flew into the heart, and the other poured into the blood and soul.

The devil can lift himself up by devouring souls and dying emotions.

"You would be considered to have drunk too much and die suddenly. May your spiritual wisdom repent, reflect, re-engage in samsara, endure suffering, and wash away the lead. ”

He walked past the door, bowed back as if he had awakened something, said it like a gentleman, and then left without hesitation.

"Bah, this kind of despair and attachment is okay, regret is a little unpalatable, Bah, Bah. ”

As soon as he left, he couldn't wait to exhale emotions that he didn't want to absorb, and then he let out a long sigh of relief.

The comfort just now is actually just to not destroy the devil's temperament.

"The first time I played the devil, it was a success! I was really good!" "The first thing to solve the problem is, of course, to praise yourself.

"According to this kind of pre-death energy flow at the level of ordinary people, it takes at least 150 or more to reach the second ring, and as for the entire soul ......" After that, let's get back on track, although it's very unexciting.

He carefully felt the energy contained in the soul in the contract, and estimated uncertainly: "About twenty-five is enough, well, let's save it first." ”

(Note: Weaving Dream is a person with a strong sense of self (not bound by secular concepts but according to his own) who does not care about good and evil but pays attention to his own heart, therefore, before killing, he will judge whether to kill and how to kill, but after killing, the thing is just a thing, and there is no psychological pressure to use it)

Deceased: Hank the Drunk

Death: No external injuries, suspected of dying of fear

Cause of death: Make a deal with the devil, the soul is collected

Killer: Devil's Star Dream (No One Knows)

Epitaph: No, I'll trade someone else's!

(In the future, everyone with a name will write this record when I think of it...... It's the key word when you think about it)

"So, the side quest is solved, pack up the props, and then go to bed and prepare for the main story. ”

Returning to the temporary station, Starweaver immediately turned back into a mercenary and checked the equipment, which had been prepared according to Anonymous's guidance and his own judgment.

It's so comfortable to role-play!

"Polished swords, repaired leather armor and scabbards, silver knives, two tubes of strange potions (suspected poison), a bottle of oil suspended with silver shavings, three tubes of blood-red potion, orange potion, purple potion, strange blue mixture, some powder (coarse salt, fluorescent, silver powder), food and water, well, that's all. OK, end of chapter. Collect!"