After Viscount Freed had eliminated the giant Soul Prisoner and summoned a few ghouls who obeyed him to dispose of the corpse, he stepped on the skeleton horse again and chased after the figure that appeared to be a living person in the distance.

The figure was much more nimble than Fried had imagined, and like an abominable rat, he was always looking for narrow and low aisles, and often jumped over walls and fences to evade his pursuit.

But Fried was the lord of the town, his family had lived here for generations, and he himself had been patrolling the town for hundreds of years. So even if the opponent is very agile and dexterous, Fried can still gradually approach the prey with his mastery of the terrain.

At a very close distance, Fried could clearly see the other man's figure. It was a muscular human in leather armor, dressed like an adventurer, and more importantly, a living man.

Fried could tell with certainty that the other party must be a living person, because the difference between the dead and the living is too great, and this guy is like a little fluorescence in the boundless darkness in Fried's eyes, which is extremely abrupt.

Although the prey had once again distanced itself through a low wall, Fried had already locked the other's breath firmly with his soul fire. In this way, the other party will never disappear under his gaze. Unless, leave this sealed space.

Fried used the soul fire to search for the nearby undead who were obedient to him, and redirected the three ghouls and the four skeleton guards patrolling the road to the other's path.

But then, Fried noticed that the soul fire of one of the besiegers and one of the skeleton guards had been extinguished in an instant, and it was obvious that the other party was quite good at breaking through the siege of the seven undead in an instant, and also eliminated two of them.

Not only that, but Fried also noticed that the other party seemed to have been seducing him, and the guy fled slowly, even if he had noticed that Fried was getting closer and closer to him, he did not show the slightest panic. He even slowed down faintly at times, as if he was afraid that Fried would chase after him.

The other party obviously did this for some purpose, maybe it was a trap, maybe it was an ambush, but Fried didn't care.

When I kill this inexplicable living man and resurrect him as a skeleton warrior, his soul fire will tell me everything.

Why did a living person come to this sealed space? Fried would be interested to hear the story, if the guy was still conscious.

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Eventually, Viscount Freed chased him to a rather remote location in the town, where Lerma stopped next to a church-like building.

Not only does the building look like a church, but it was also a church in its original form. When Fried was a child, he had heard his grandfather say that the kingdom of Tomiri had indeed believed in a certain god and had made the religion of that god the state religion. But his grandfather didn't tell the name of the god.

Fried remembers that his grandfather had said in an emotional tone, "People need faith, or the devil will have more opportunities." It doesn't matter if people believe in a god, something, totem, or even a person, in short, people need this, they need to be able to find solace in something unnecessary......"

After the fall of the Kingdom of Tomiri, the religion, which did not even have a name, disappeared, and only these church-like buildings were preserved for various reasons.

Fried remembers that there was also such a church in Shamrock, and it was built much larger than the one in the town. However, although the exterior of the church has not changed, the interior has been converted into an opera house. And that opera house has a rather strange name - 'Orange and Lemon Theater'.

The church-like building in front of him, Fried remembers as if it had been rented by a merchant and used as a warehouse. He couldn't remember the specifics clearly, and after his death he forgot some things, while others became unforgettable.

Turning over and dismounting, Fried strode towards the church.

Through the door of the church, he could feel that the other party was standing motionless in the building, like a host, waiting for his guest.

Fred, the town lord, walked over to the gate, and two skeleton guards in chain mail stepped forward to push the gate open for him. As he stepped inside, the skeleton guards closed the door again.

He left the skeleton guards and ghouls out of the building. While it might have been easier to get them involved in the fight, Fried didn't want to do that. It is not chivalry to besiege one man, even if he is no longer a real knight, but a death knight.

The main thing is that Fried is quite confident in his skills.

He's killed the Lich, the Vampire Count, the Lord of the Three-Faced Bones, and other fierce Death Knights. In battles between these undead, he is always the victor. He devoured the soul fire that remained of those losers when they died, which made his soul fire stronger and stronger. Fried believes that one day, he will teach the real culprits behind the current situation of the town a lesson, a big lesson.

The interior of the church is spacious and empty, with rows and rows of wooden boxes stacked on one side of the wall. There are large water tanks at intervals next to the wooden box. The vast majority of these wooden crates have been damaged, and a large number of candles of various kinds have fallen from the crates.

Fried remembered that the person who rented the church was a candle merchant. The merchant bought from the 'White Ash City' and shipped boxes and boxes of candles to Shamrock City and all the surrounding villages and towns.

And this church is the general warehouse of the merchant, after all, compared with the former royal capital - Shamrock City, the rent of the land and warehouse in his small town is still much less.

A faint ray of moonlight shines through the colorful glass windows, bringing some life and color to this gray and black world.

He stood under a broken window in the church, letting the colors and dim moonlight shine on him.

"Hello, Dear Viscount Fried. The living man said in a respectful tone.

"Oh, you know me?" asked Fried in a deep, cold voice.

The other party nodded, and his tone was relaxed, "My uninvited guest trespassed here, and it would be too rude to not even know the name of the host." ”

The other party's appearance was fearless, and Fried couldn't tell whether this guy was really confident in himself, or if he was strong and calm, "As a living person, why did you come to this realm of death?

"The purpose of my coming here is not worth mentioning, but to lead a lost little fellow back to his own home. "As for why I drew you here, it's an easy question to tell. Because I want to make a bet with you, a bet that is quiet, without anyone else, or the undead. ”

"Bets?"

"Yes, bets. The other man repeated, "I know you have a Lich Crate, and if I win, I hope you can give it to me." ”

Hmph, he knows a lot, but it's not a secret. Fried knew that he had killed the lich, and it had caused quite a stir in the plane of death.

"What if you lose?" he asked.

"If I lose, you can take my life. The other changed his tone, "Let me be your subordinate, or whatever, whatever you want." Believe me, since I, a living person, dare to come alone in this sealed space, I must be quite skilled, at least much better than the skeletons and ghouls under your command. You're in trouble here, and I think I can still help. ”

"So, what are you going to bet on?" Fried's soul fire boiled again, he already knew what the bet was about.

The other party smiled, did not speak, but pulled out the weapon at his waist.

The significance is self-explanatory.

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