Riffin was in such a hurry to leave that he didn't have time to ask the waitress about the location of his room. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info spent a lot of energy and time searching around before he found his destination in the intricate corridors.

Before entering the door, he subconsciously glanced at the statue placed in the hallway, and a hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

"Damn, the owner of a hotel is actually a gold-rank undead," Riffin scolded in his heart, "Those officials of the intelligence department should be hanged!"

To be honest, with his current strength, he is not without a chance of winning against the undead of the previous golden rank, after all, he is not the original noble young master who only has the strength of the silver primary rank, but the newborn high-level life - "greed".

Of course, now he was no longer called by that name, and after devouring the poor noble young master, "Riffin Talian" became his new name.

"It's just a hotel, and as for so many guards, is it possible that there are countless jewels and mythril buried under the hotel?"

Thinking of the hotel's ubiquitous statues and paintings, Riefin's heart tightened.

In his knowledge, of course, he would not have regarded those terrible things as ornaments to be admired.

Hundreds of statues transformed from gargoyles, I don't know how many ghosts lurk in the oil paintings, and a gold-rank corpse witch to lead, such strength is enough to overturn the rule of the Morte family over Silver Ash City, not to mention guarding the hotel.

This is also the reason why he, who has always been above the top, will let go of that waitress, if he really wants to make a move, although he will not fall, but the body that has just completed the fusion can only give up.

There is no suitable identity to disguise, not to mention that he only has the strength of the golden rank, even if he has entered the legendary realm, there is only one way to fall.

Not to mention, without the physical body, he can't taste many wonderful feelings, which is simply the most painful torture for him who incarnates "greed".

"If it weren't for that kid's soul struggling desperately, how could I have only received part of his memories and run here to suffer from this idleness?"

Riffin rummaged around the room without restraint, throwing clothes, papers, and other miscellaneous items all over the room.

The mention of the young man filled his stomach with anger.

I thought that watching his body being eaten by others bite by bite would make that guy fall into a collapse, and he would be able to devour the other person's soul perfectly.

But what he didn't expect was that the somewhat cowardly young man actually fought with him under the torture of a strong desire to survive and fear.

Although this rebellion did not have much effect on the final outcome, "greed" was unable to consume his soul intact because of this.

Inevitably, there are many gaps in his reception of the other party's memories. And for a body used for disguise, the memory of the predecessor is the most indispensable thing.

In desperation, he had no choice but to try his luck here, hoping that the other party could have some kind of information and notes in his luggage.

"Looks like I'm lucky!"

Riffin pulled out a page of parchment paper sandwiched between a tome of a tome, and by looking at the beautiful lettering on the headline, "Bishop of Callian Greetings," he knew he had found extremely important information.

Sweeping everything off the table, Riffin jumped onto the table with his feet on the blanket-covered chair, reading the letter word by word, trying to perfect his next plan......

"What's going on?"

The owner of the hotel watched Riffin disappear around the corner of the stairs before turning back to his staff to ask the cause of the incident.

"Boss, that guest...... He ......"

Sophie was about to cry, but she didn't know how to tell what she had just felt, which could not be described in words, and the despair sank into her heart, causing a feeling of depression in her chest that she could not vent.

"Don't be in a hurry, speak slowly. The boss did not scold the waitress, but comforted her with kind words: "Don't be afraid, everything has me, tell me, is he bullying you?"

"Nope. Sophie shook her head, she knew what the boss meant by "bullying", and the scolding and fright she received was definitely not included in the meaning of this word.

"That's good. The boss nodded, and most of the tension in his heart dissipated: "Don't think too much, the privacy of guests is not something we can ask about at will." ”

The waitress named Sophie had nothing to do with him, but if she was humiliated in his own shop, he would have to seek justice for her from the strange guest he had just had.

It's not that this boss is so kind, he just wants to get as far as possible from his involvement in the matter.

The code made by the Earl of Cheno, which was not for the sake of view, and if someone violated it, the guards in the city would not mind risking their own lives to defend the majesty of the earl.

He did possess extraordinary strength, but these were far from being the basis for him to despise the aristocracy of real power.

Even without mentioning the hidden strength of the Morte Domain, the Templar Bishop and the "Dead Teller" who inhabit the territory will stand up when necessary to maintain the lord's dominance over the territory.

The term "real noble" has never been a representative of any nobleman, but refers to a whole. As long as the entire aristocracy has not collapsed, any idiot who stands up to challenge authority will become their public enemy and then never die.

So far, except for the unscrupulous evil gods and demons, there is no self-righteous strong man who has not transcended the mundane and has been able to leave a whole corpse under the impact of the class wave.

The Corpse Witch had no intention of causing trouble in Morte, but he had to live cautiously.

Since the "Scourge of the Blood Moon", Morteling's control over mages has become more and more stringent. The slightest transgression is likely to provoke an official thunderous blow.

Therefore, no matter how clear the conscience of the corpse witch is, he has to carefully strangle everything that may arouse the suspicion of the lord in the cradle.

After all, the last thing in this world is careerists, and perhaps the young Lord Chernoe is not too hostile to the caster, but among his subordinates, there is no shortage of scum who want to ask for credit and reward with his soul fire.

"Maybe I should go to the cemetery again?" the corpse witch pondered, "no, it's not good for me to be too close to the 'sue for the dead', and if you want to be a merchant in peace, you should act according to the merchant's mind." ”

"But......" The Witch rubbed his smooth chin and made up his mind, "just take this opportunity to visit Count Cheno, and also find out his attitude towards the caster." If he had acted harsher than the Earl of Bronck, I would have had to abandon my former homeland and go on my business in a foreign land......"

PS: I have to take two days off this Tuesday and Wednesday, this is also the last lab class of the semester, after these two days, unless necessary, I should not take any more leave.

Once again, we apologize for the inconvenience and thank you for your continued support.

Let's talk about it here.,I'm no longer sending out single chapters.,Some book friends in the province think I've changed two chapters.,I'm happy in vain......