A small wooden hut suddenly appeared in the street of the Boulder Castle, a faint orange light coming out of the doors and windows, and Richard could faintly hear a little movement in the tavern, which seemed to be more than one person inside.

Richard took a light breath, pushed open the half-hidden wooden door of the tavern, and walked inside.

There were a few wooden tables scattered in the hall, and Richard glanced at the tavern by the dim candlelight,

At this time, there are not four humanoid creatures in the tavern that Richard can count as humans, and there is an old man with messy hair and a reddish face with an obvious wine trough nose standing on the bar, who should be a bartender or something.

The other three were all sitting alone at several wooden tables, and except for the bartender at the bar, who looked up at Richard, the other three didn't seem to care about the new customer.

"What do you need?"

"Bring me a glass of rye wine."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Richard walked through the hall to the bar and ordered a random glass of rye wine, and after the bartender brought the wine to the bar, Richard also sat alone in the corner of the tavern and observed.

The people in the tavern didn't treat him as if he were an oracle like the other system characters, and he became an ordinary customer here.

However, in the tavern, the system seems to be able to disclose everyone's information to him.

When he looked closely at the bartender, a message naturally popped up in his mind

"It's just an ordinary bartender, and if there's anything special about him, it's that he's also the owner of the tavern."

It's really just ordinary people...

Richard turned his gaze to the left of the bar, on a middle-aged man in shabby nail leather armor, and after a few seconds of staring, another message was added

"A mercenary who has been fighting for half his life, has rich combat experience, but his strength is average, and he is always in poverty, but he is also lucky, at least he did not lose his life, as long as you give money, he can fight for you, of course, loyalty you and I know well."

Richard lost interest in this person after reading the introduction, his loyalty is not enough, and his strength is average, what am I doing with it?

Then Richard looked at another man in the dark corner, who seemed to be drunk, lying motionless on the table, with only an empty wine glass beside him.

"A drunken idler, maybe in the middle of the night, he will die in the middle of the night in an alley that no one cares about."

Damn, what about good heroes, what are they?

Unwillingly, Richard turned his gaze to the last person, who looked a little thin and shrouded in a black robe.

"An elite horror knight who has recovered some of his memories in life, because of the recovery of his memory, he broke away from the army of the undead and wandered alone, but although he recovered some of his memories as a human,

But the undead has affected his character after all, he is very cruel by nature, he has killed many innocent people for the sake of his soul, if you can meet his requirements, maybe he can fight for you. ”

The word horror knight aroused Richard's interest, this cemetery carrying the handle class is definitely the strongest existence in the sixth order, which largely makes up for the embarrassment of the ghost dragon,

I didn't see a hero, but it wouldn't be bad to be able to recruit a horror knight?

It may be that the Graveyard class will affect morale by mixing into the team, but in Richard's opinion, this problem is not big, reality is not a game, and he can order the Terror Knight to act alone.

Just as Richard was silently observing the other party, the terrifying knight, who was completely hidden under the black robe, suddenly turned around, he noticed Richard's observation, and his scarlet eyes stared straight at Richard.

The red eyes were a little terrifying, but Richard was not afraid at all, not to mention whether he could do it in this tavern, it was better to say if he couldn't do it, if he could do it, it was full of Richard's people outside, regardless of whether you were a sixth-order knight or not, the four champion knights could clean him up casually.

After being caught peeping, Richard, who was full of confidence, simply picked up the rye wine on the table and walked to the side of the horror knight.

"Have a drink? I'm in for a treat. ”

"Don't waste money, the wine in this tavern has no taste, and the boss sells fake wine, if it weren't for the rules, I should have cut off the head of this black-hearted businessman and sucked out his soul."

The voice from under the black robe was hoarse and cruel, even if it was mixed with water, it was not so sinful, and Richard had also tasted the rye wine in the cup, although it was not a good wine, but the wine taste was also very strong, maybe it was not even mixed with water, how could it be fake wine, but Richard thought about it a little and probably understood,

Regardless of whether the horror knight has recovered his memory or not, it is no longer a normal life, perhaps because he has recovered part of his memory, which reminds him of the wine that he once remembered, but the undead unit probably has no sense of taste at all, I am afraid that whatever you eat and drink will not taste.

Richard didn't want to get too entangled in this issue, so he simply said straight to the point:

"Mr. Knight, I wonder if you are interested in serving a powerful feudal lord?"

"Oh, you want to be my monarch?"

The Terror Knight seemed to have a little interest, and his memories made him not reluctant to serve a monarch, but he had some small conditions that he wanted to be satisfied by Richard.

"I need the souls of a hundred intelligent beings, fill them with me, and I will serve you."

Saying that, the horror knight took out a jet-black ball from his arms and threw it to Richard, Richard subconsciously took the ball in his hand, and a cold aura quickly spread up his palm.

A hundred intelligent creatures do not speak of human beings, strictly speaking, ogres and kobolds can be said to be intelligent creatures, and it is not difficult for Richard to collect the souls of a hundred intelligent creatures, but the difficulty is only in his heart.

Richard pinched the inky black ball in his hand, and was frantically calculating the gains and losses in his mind,

If a hundred ogre heads were exchanged for the effectiveness of an earth order, then Richard would lead people into the wilderness to find his head without saying a word.

But this kind of thing of sucking the soul is a bit evil to think about, in case it is found to have a bad reputation, but an elite horror knight is likely to be a high-level existence of the earth, and it is a pity to give up,

Maybe you can keep things a little more secretive?

"Squeak~"

While Richard was thinking about the gains and losses, the door of the tavern was pushed open again.

Then came a somewhat rough female voice:

"Give me a glass of absinthe."

Richard turned his head in some surprise and found that the person who came was a woman wearing a pale yellow dress and a half-body of silver chain mail.

The woman has dark yellow hair and a graceful body, but unfortunately her face is a little wide, and she is not a beauty in the traditional sense.

But the ordinary facial features can't hide the sacred feeling in her.

"Hmph"

The horror knight at the table snorted coldly, and Richard could clearly feel that the horror knight had a sense of disgust for the woman who had just entered, and there was a little fear in this disgust.

As Richard observed each other, the woman opposite seemed to notice Richard and the Terror Knight, and when she saw the item in Richard's hand, she frowned visibly.

However, after Richard saw the attributes of the woman who entered the door, he quickly made a decision in his heart.

"Ahem, Mr. Knight, I don't think I can agree to your conditions, I am a benevolent feudal monarch with my own principles and bottom line, and I really can't do some things."

With that, Richard returned the ball that had been exuding a cold aura to the terrifying knight on the other side.

The woman's brows who had just entered the door were also soothed, and only the horror knight was stunned by Richard's play...