Loba, who sat behind the counter, yawned and leaned against the wall without any energy, lazily looking through her chestnut natural curly bangs at the dripping rain outside the window.

Birch Road is already an old neighborhood in Kracktor, and the green brick paved ground is uneven, and when it rains, many puddles accumulate.

Aside from the innocent children who don't know anything about the world and the amphibians who sneak ashore from the harbor, I'm afraid that few people like these unclear depths, which might make them fall to their feet or splash in puddles of mud.

Looking at the pedestrians who hurried past in the rain, Loba couldn't help but feel a little gloating.

It's not snowing yet, but it's already winter, and if you have to run around on a rainy day like this, you'll be freezing enough.

While congratulating himself on his luck, Loba added a few pieces of coal to the stove beside him, and then leaned towards the source of the fire.

If it weren't for the fact that his father, who worked in the Magic Workshop, and the owner of this second-hand shop, he probably wouldn't have been able to find such a good job.

Although it is called a second-hand shop, in fact, the basic function of this shop is the same as that of a pawn shop, but because not long ago, Her Majesty the Empress of Julianne promulgated Act 62 to rectify the slightly chaotic law and order after the end of the orc invasion, the punishment for thieves and the sale of counterfeit goods was increased, so the owner of this shop had to make such a shop to hide people's eyes.

The salary here is quite good, and as long as you can continue to work here, you will be able to have enough savings sooner or later. Marry a virtuous wife and live your life in peace.

Loba thought boredly as she yawned again.

At this time, the string of bells hanging at the door as a doorbell emitted a crisp and pleasant ringing on behalf of the guests, calling him back to his senses outside the wandering objects.

"Welcome." He tried to cheer up, trying to make his dead fish eyes look a little more energetic, and beckoned to the visitor in the black cloak at the door, "May I ask if you are here to buy something, or are you ......?"

As the owner of a pawn shop, Loba naturally has some vision.

It was raining heavily outside, which is rare in winter, and the other party walked into the store from the outside. But he wasn't wet at all. And his hands were empty, without any rain gear, and that alone was worth taking Loba seriously.

"I'll pawn something."

The black-clad visitor walked lightly to the counter and put down a long box that had been taken out of nowhere. Then he sat down on the chair that had been placed for the guests without a sense of inhibition.

"Oh. Contact our appraisers now. Please wait a moment. ”

Loba nodded in understanding. He then opened the drawer and pulled out a rune stone that he had used to contact the appraiser, intending to activate it.

He followed the old way. Gently rubbed the rune stone like a match, but found that the rune stone in his hand was like an ordinary stone, and there was no response.

Obviously, this should be the ghost of the guest in front of you.

"Until then, you don't mind if I ask you a few questions, do you?"

At this moment, the strange guest suddenly spoke.

"No problem, please."

Some cold sweat oozed from Loba's forehead, and the other party came while he was the only one in the store, and also hindered his means of communication, nothing more than wanting to eat black......

"Are you happy with the life you're living now?"

"Huh? What the? ”

Loba was stunned. In his mind, the question of the other party should be, 'Money or death?' Or, 'Where's your boss's coffers?' That's right.

"Are you satisfied with your current life of eating and waiting for death, without any goals?"

The guest repeated his words, and as he took off the gentleman's hat he wore on his head, revealing his short black hair, Loba realized that the guest's face was unexpectedly younger, not even much older than him.

"Uh, you're satisfied, aren't you?"

Although he felt strange about the other party's question, Loba answered honestly.

Indeed, even if Klactor did not become the target of the orc invasion, the influx of a large number of affected people made this already small city extremely bloated, and the situation of surplus manpower and declining consumption power caused a depression in the market, plus Klactor itself was not an economic city, and there was no way to digest these populations, and the economy of the entire city was dragged to the brink of collapse.

A stable job like him, and a situation where you can work comfortably until you die of old age as long as you want to, is definitely what people outside want to come in.

Seeing so many displaced families and people at once, and comparing his own situation, Loba naturally can't say such a thing as dissatisfied with the status quo.

"Then, if there is an opportunity, you can have an incomparably powerful force, which is so powerful that it can even be compared to those who sit in the Seven Yao Mage Tower...... Would you, would you want it? ”

It was as if a demonic voice came into Loba's ears, and then deeply imprinted into his heart.

With that, the guest took out a small bottle and two small cups for himself. After unscrewing the cap, half a cup of amber liquid was poured into the cup, and one of the cups was pushed in front of Loba.

"Y-what are you kidding......" Loba didn't dare to drink the tempting liquid, his throat was dry and his heart was beating a little, but he still smiled reluctantly.

"At that time, you were able to stand above countless people and have power, wealth and honor that you can't imagine now...... But equally, you will be exposed to dangers that are now unimaginable. ”

The guest drank the amber liquid from the glass in one gulp, and then added another half to himself, and the bottle was not much bigger than the glass, but the wine in it still flowed out continuously, which made people feel quite amazing: "But one thing is for sure, your life will definitely be more exciting because of it." ”

"But, but I'm just a second-hand shop......"

Loba picked up his cup and stammered.

"Every legend starts from the ordinary."

The guest had a smile on his lips.

Stand at the pinnacle of the world and write your own legend. It's something every man dreams of.

Loba is naturally no exception, once he secretly saved a lot of money behind his parents' back to do the qualification test for magicians.

But reality gave him a clear and cruel answer - he had no magical talent.

Even if the heavens and the earth were reversed, it would be impossible for him to learn a zero-ring trick.

Therefore, after the last day, he lost all his sharpness and calmly worked as a shopkeeper in this small second-hand shop.

"Ahem, I'm ...... I yearn for adventure...... I want to be the brave man in the story! ”

Following the example of the other party, he drank the amber wine that he didn't know the name of, and Loba choked and coughed with a red face.

Seeing this, the smile on the guest's face became more and more obvious.

He hooked his hat and put it back on his head, as he stood up: "Then continue our pawn." ”

He lifted the lid of the long box, revealing the single-edged long sword placed in the brocade box inside: "I will use a copper horn for this sword." ”

As if driven by something, after handing a copper coin to the guest, Loba gently stroked the long sword, and a feeling stronger than the blood connection came over him.

At the same time, there is also a sense of power that seems to hold the entire world world in your hands.

"Guest, what the hell is this ......"

Loba let go of his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and at the same time raised his head to ask the other party what was going on, only to find that the figure of the customer was missing from the huge second-hand store.

In the pouring rain, the doorbell at the door did not ring, and the mysterious visitor disappeared.

"What the hell is this ......"

Loba lowered his head in despair and muttered to himself, his eyes involuntarily looked at the long sword again, and for some reason, a passion for holding it and conquering the world arose......

-- Mission Begins --

On the first day, eighty-eight people survived the original holder of the soul tool. (To be continued......)

PS: I always feel like it's become another novel (Mo

Also, regarding the option to kill 100,000 people, the system defaults to humans, and killing orcs or other humanoids will not count towards the task (well, this is a patch......

In addition, regarding the question of vampires, in fact, Sivi's thinking is too conservative (slightly childish), and after this task is completed, there will be a leap in his ideological consciousness (probably