"How's it going, Frank, I'll help you break the shell, and in the easiest way possible. This is a gift from my great master, the mighty necromancer Mistress Fink!" Zara said triumphantly.

Frank said that the only ability that a necromancer's monster could do without an IQ was that the monster was two levels higher than him, and that abomination level was only a barely four-level, although with the characteristics of the body, if there was a good weapon, it would be easy to take out a human fourth-level knight. But that wizard is only two levels to die, if the monster book he's collected over the past year and his own Bestiary is correct.

"He's strong, Mr. Zara. "But it's clear that you have a misunderstanding of the concept of anatomy. ”

"We cut open the damn thick shell of the spiny turtle while it was soft, not for a few cents or a pound of meat, but for their soft cuticle, and the fat, and the part behind the crust. That's where it's the money. "And if I'm not mistaken, those places have been pretty much destroyed, except for the fat layer," Frank said. ”

Abomination's fist was good, but while completely destroying the rock formation, he smashed the entire entity to pieces. The corpse of the ground spiny turtle is completely unusable. After checking it, Frank had to regret that the two-level Warcraft Land Thorn Turtle worth more than 10,000 gold coins in front of him now only had less than 100 gold coins of oil money left.

"You can find someone to get the grease out, I'm going back. Frank said, "Also, don't interfere with normal work next time Mr. Zara troubles." ”

Zara smiled awkwardly, but then said aloud, "Well, Frank!

Frank's figure jerked and asked, "What did you say?"

"Mr. Wizard wants to see you, Frank. Zara repeated: "He's interested in you. ”

Wizard, the representative of the highest force of humanity in this world. Each wizard is enough to deal with a team of knights of the same level, and only a wizard can reach the level of transcendence above level six. The strength of wizards comes from intelligence and their knowledge of the world, which means that they are extremely cunning and difficult. Although Frank guessed that the wizard behind Zara was only a second-level person, he still didn't dare to take it lightly.

"Yes, Mr. Zara. I'll be on time. Frank said.

The evening party was set at the hotel in the name of the Zara Chamber of Commerce, which had in fact succeeded in becoming the most upscale brothel in the city under Frank's tutelage.

For banquets, it has been set up to the highest specifications. The resplendent hall was covered with real gold leaf, huge crystal chandeliers, the furniture of a declining aristocracy, dozens of ever-bright lamps burning with precious whale oil and spices, and the floor was covered with a red velvet carpet that smelled of rotting corpses masked with lemonade.

The curtain divided the hall into countless small private rooms, and only those with enough qualifications could get a single room, while the inferior pawns waited in the lobby below for their meals.

Dressed in simple clothes, Frank showed up in the venue on time, his clothes looked very formal, but he always felt that something was missing.

"Nice vest and lining, where's your coat?" asked Zara curiously.

"The coat I ordered hasn't arrived yet. But that's enough, so I said that my coat was spilled with soup and was waiting for someone to get it back. Frank said, playing with a brand new ring on his left hand.

"The ring is beautiful. Zara added.

"Thanks, and when will that lord arrive?" asked Frank.

"Adults never come early, we just have to wait quietly. Zara said, his eyes filled with strange fanaticism, and Frank gave Zara a strange look.

Frank's doubts didn't last long, though, and the party soon began. The food is rubbish, and the wine is good, but no one pays attention to either of them. The carefully selected and carefully trained waiters are the real main course.

Frank sat bored in his seat and played with the ring on his hand, not touching the wine glass in front of him. At this moment, a maid dressed in the shape of a bunny girl sat next to him, pulled his hand into her breast, and clamped it tightly.

"Hey, don't be so bored, you're going to miss this party. The maid said.

Frank looked up and watched the unscrupulous mercenary leaders and maids in front of him play a fierce game. He didn't give Zarati such advice, but Zara was clearly flexible. The mercenaries enjoyed the drinks and the main course, and no one paid attention to the giveaways on the table.

"Did you know that I designed your service and model?" asked Frank, "If you don't know, I'd suggest you get out of my sight." Go to that garbage dump and find a stronger male dog to remember tonight together. If you continue to bother me, I'll let you roll the sheets with the beggars. ”

The maid left Frank's seat in a panic, but as soon as she walked a few steps away, a pair of large hands pulled into a pitch-black curtain next to her, and a tearing sound sounded, and then there was no sound. Frank looked at it, and it was probably the abominable room, poor fellow.

"Why haven't you eaten?" asked Zara as she came over at this point, holding two shivering little girls in her arms, in stark contrast to his pig-like physique.

"My waist has been bad lately, so thank you for your kindness. And I'm here to see the wizard. Frank said.

"You should try the recipe you suggested I built, Frank. You've missed out on the greatest pleasure of the night, and it's a great honor to see your master, and that's the ultimate pleasure!" said Zara.

"Thanks for the reminder. Frank said, but after Zara dragged the two girls into the cubicle, Frank said coldly, "But the enjoyment I'm prepared for is not such low-level pleasures." ”

At this time, under the ground of the hotel, dozens of goblins were desperately digging holes wide enough to go up.

The nearby patrolmen were unaware of it, and the noise of the hotel overshadowed everything. Now the situation in the hotel is getting more and more enthusiastic, and the first guy who doesn't know which tendon is wrong tore off the fig leaf and began to entertain the waiter in front of a group of scum in the lobby. And this quickly attracted the attention of the people below, and the guy below also hit the idea on the waiter on his side.

The chaos and madness spread faster than the zombie virus, and soon, only a few curtains were still hanging in the hall on the second floor, and people were eager to join the uncovered assembly. The line between man and beast gradually blurred, and no one noticed that a group of people in thick black robes had surrounded the entire restaurant.

Mission: Revenge: Destroy Zara's Chamber of Commerce, Reward: Modulation Room

Deworming: Kill all the thugs on the field, reward: Incubation room

Treasure: Reclaim all the wealth of the Zara Chamber of Commerce, reward: Equip the laboratory

A diminutive goblin squeezed Frank out of the crowd and respectfully handed over a well-wrapped white lab coat. Frank gently put on his clothes and stepped out of his curtain.

Honestly, the situation outside shocked Frank, and he thought about how unsightly it would be, but it was clear that he was overestimating the herd of animals in front of him.

Frank strode through the crowd to the magic loudspeaker that was supposed to be used for musical performances.

"Friends, can you hear me say a word?" said Frank loudly, his voice magically amplified and nearly deafening everyone's ears. Everyone on the field stopped, quietly looking at Frank, who looked unusually calm and composed on the stage.

"A year ago, 409 days ago, to be exact. Our Mr. Zara, recruited me, passed a fun little quiz. I still remember it. Completely abandon the principles I stand for. Abandon my humanity and make me a completely different creature. What a perfect test!"

"I have worked hard and diligently here to let my dear Mr. Zara know what he has brought back from hell. Of course, what else could there be but demons in hell?" Frank smiled at the crowd while the black-robed men outside the room had already rushed into the restaurant.

"Enjoy hell, gentlemen. This is your last time. ”