The sky of the polar night is dusty, with no clouds and no moon and stars, and it is still as clear as a wash.

In the gray woods, Jory lay on the side of a dead tree, looking at the night sky of the polar night with a peaceful expression, extremely comfortable and relaxed.

In fact, in this world, the territory of Aisalas occupied by the demons is not so ugly, at least Jory can still see a night sky as clear as water, and can rest leisurely on the branches.

In this oppressive and dark world, the few good things that remain are more worthy of cherishing, aren't they.

Leave the headache aside for now, and the telepathy of the Rose Knight will be solved one day, rather than digging into the horns for these things, let them take their course.

"When will you be as strong as Lloyd! Hmmm......"

Jory yawned lazily.

"Lalala~lala~"

Suddenly, a coquettish singing voice came, and Jory was so shocked that he yawned back into his stomach, and he almost fell off the tree! Enemy?!

This surprise was not trivial, Jory turned over suddenly, covered his chest, his heart in his chest beat hard, and the skin on his body was bruised! The explosive power of the power of the dead is ready to be unleashed!

But...... Jory's dark gray eyes swept around, but he didn't see the shadow of any creature, could it be an enemy with the same stealth ability as Lloyd?

A few seconds passed, and Jory still didn't see anything haunting, he relaxed the burst of the power of the dead, grabbed his head, and inexplicably plucked his ears.

"I guess I heard it wrong, I've been nervous lately......"

So, Jory lay back on the branch leisurely, closed his eyes and swayed Erlang's legs.

Since coming to the world of Castlevania, his spirit has been tense, Jory has not wanted to relax like this once, and if he continues to be so nervous, he will become neurotic sooner or later, and the symptoms of his becoming neurotic have already shown signs, like before, Bai Jing looked at his mouth, Jory never opened his mouth to come to "grandma's legs", and he didn't like to play with others like evil tastes like now.

"Na~Na~Na~"

It was the same coquettish ballad again, and Jory jumped to his feet, grabbed the trunk and swung up the higher branches, ready to pounce on the enemy below!

…… It was still empty, and the branches that Jory had stepped on were trembling in the air.

"Oh,!"

Falling back on this branch, Jory searched and searched, but there was still no sign of the creature, and even Jory jumped off the branch and dug a few handfuls of dirt under the tree and found nothing.

Touching his head, Jory jumped back into the tree, he stood on the branch and looked around, and when he felt that the search was not missing, he lay down again, but he opened his eyes and looked back and forth.

This time, there were no more weird songs.

Rubbing his eyes, Jory's hand stiffened, and he tried to close his eyes.

"Lalala~"

"Got you!"

The explosion of the power of the dead instantly surged all over Jory's body, and he jumped six or seven meters high with a flick of his leg, and he still kept his hands grasping forward when he jumped up. There was no force in the air, Jory slammed to the ground, his face was covered with green tendons looking at the branch where he was lying, he slowly stood up, and he stepped back step by step.

Jory tried to close his eyes again.

"Lala~"

His eyes opened quickly, and his surroundings were still empty. Until now, he hadn't even seen the shadow of the other party, and Jory didn't know what kind of monster he had provoked, and his heart was cramped and uneasy.

"Thirty-six prostitutes, go as prostitutes!"

The power of the dead made Jory's heart beat wildly, and the green tendons in his body bulged again, and he ran without hesitation.

"Grandma's legs, you're dying!"

In the human limit sprint of more than ten meters per second, Jory blew into the distance like a whirlwind in the night. He didn't notice that there was a night-blue little man on his back, stretching out two small transparent hands to grasp his clothes, hanging behind Jory's back, swaying from side to side like a rattle, and the transparent tail flicked back and forth.

If Lloyd were to see the night-blue villain hanging behind Jory, he would use his housekeeping skills to hunt down Jory to the ends of the earth...... Why did Lloyd want to get the Death Movement? You know, he's not just for a quaint box!

Thankfully, Lloyd wasn't there.

A town with people coming and going in front of him was already in sight, and at Jory's current speed, he could get there in about thirteen or fourteen minutes, but he still kept in mind Lloyd's warning, the deadwood town in front of him was at least half-demon-level people, and he told Jory very bluntly that if Jory continued to do his own thing, he would definitely die a miserable death.

Lloyd also mentioned that if he is lucky, Jory can also find the traverser who crossed to the continent of Athallah last month, and the location of Gurenhar is too close to Camelot's forces to be suitable for newcomer activities, so most of the newcomers are exploring deeper into the demon's territory, no matter what they encounter on the way, it is better than the unlucky encounter with the Camelot Saints, there have been many new travelers in previous years, many of whom died at the hands of the Camelot Saints before they grew up.

Like Jory, he had already met the Saints several times, and each time he had fallen into blood mold. So returning to the deeper depths of the demonic territory is not only a must for newcomers, but also a choice for their self-preservation.

The wilderness of Gurenhar is uninhabited, because of its special geographical location, coupled with the fact that there is no limit to killing in the wild, so many demons have been roaming the city for a long time. Deeper into the hinterland, Jory could occasionally see a traveler or two.

The way to distinguish between the strong and the weak is very simple, if it is a non-human appearance, a temperament in the style of horror movies and ghosts, the cliff is not a character to mess with. But people like those who are still wearing the clothes of the original world, who are still holding on to the dazed and uneasy, and who are still showing weakness and fear, are not worthy of Jory's fear.

It's just that the monsters on the haze plain are more troublesome, they are not those irrational zombies in the dark forest, but they have a certain amount of wisdom, as if they have a faint sense of their own territory, Jory has seen scattered reptiles, he can't do any of these things, naturally he can run as far as he can.

Deadwood Town is already very close, and Jory is not afraid of the people around him attacking him, even if he can't beat it, he can't run away with the power of the dead? In fact, the others are also wary of Jory, for fear that Jory is stronger than them, and that Jory will attack them.

The current soul value, there are more than 2,000 left, of which 2,000 is the commission reward given to him by Lloyd, in fact, Jory can already be promoted to a mortal six-star immediately, and because he has awakened the dark ability, he can be promoted to a half-demon at the same time, but he still has some unknown information about the profile of the half-demon, and whether the immediate promotion is good or bad is to be determined.

The growth of strength has reached, and the coat of arms naturally told him about the half-demon, after being promoted to the half-demon, the essence of the soul begins to stick to the darkness, the darker the heart, the stronger the half-demon after being promoted, and the speed of improving the star position will be very fast.

The key is the blackening of the heart, and the direction of Jory's immortal blackening is greed. Greed and greed, the so-called greed is a strong desire to possess, good things want to be owned, other people's things, even if they are not beautiful, there is a **. Not only Jory himself, but also his coat of arms, which also has the signs of the sin of greed, and its appetite is increasing every day, and if you ask it something, you have to pay soul points to fill its mouth, and so on......

…… Two greedy ghosts, one big and one small, will turn against each other sooner or later.

By now, Jory has affirmed that heraldic is a kind of intelligent life, otherwise there would be no human-like "emotions" and "**", although the human aspect of heraldry is immature like a baby, but it is real.

It's a bad feeling to be housed by a living thing.

The scale of Deadwood Town is much larger than that of Candlestick Village, there are many small buildings with mature architectural styles, and there are at least dozens of small buildings in the past, Deadwood Town is not as ostentatious as Candlestick Village, and the image of the caretaker guarding Deadwood Town is still very normal, not veiled dancing girls, but two rows of tall and thin natives.

It seems that the natives of the Gray Haze Plains are tall and thin.

Glancing at the wooden sign hanging overhead, Jory lowered his head and walked into the town in a low-key manner.

On his back, a cute night blue figure jumped up, shaking his little head, and the mini body was lying on Jory's head, with two sapphire eyes, the night blue figure looked ahead curiously, and a pair of small wings behind his back fluttered excitedly.

Jory seemed to be unconscious, and passers-by in the town hurriedly glanced at him, the newcomer, as if they hadn't seen the miniature man above Jory's head.

"Welcome to Deadwood, is there anything I can do to help you, sir?"

A tall, thin townsman approached Jory and bowed politely.

The nature of the natives of the Haze Plains is very strange, they are like gentlemen who will never get angry, and if they kill people on their territory, the local guards will not take care of you, it seems that as long as the guests are happy, everything will be fine.

The premise is that you don't offend their interests.

"Uh, no need to ......"

Seeing the thin and tall townsman turn away, Jory suddenly remembered something, and he stopped the townsman: "Wait a minute! Excuse me, can you get elemental spell marks in Deadwood Town? ”

As he spoke, the night-blue miniature figure, which lay on top of Jory's head, shook its little head happily.

Its small crystal clear eyes looked curiously at the skull tattoo on Jory's right wrist.

It was obviously blatantly lying on his head, not only Jory, but everyone, none of them were aware of its existence.