In the deep night sky, it seems a little abnormal. The stars of the twinkle did not know where they were hiding at the moment, the constellation of Tyr, the god of war, and the god of magic, as if a great war was brewing, and the moon formed by the scimitar of the legendary god of death in his hand pointed diagonally to the east, as if a terrifying trap had been laid for the arrival of the sun-wrapped chariot of the sun god Sumer tomorrow morning.

But in fact, the constellations stayed where they were supposed to be, and in the night sky of Vista Continent, the perennial half-curved moon was just pointing in that direction.

The real abnormality is the Dark Knight Salas, who has been able to maintain normalcy after witnessing the misdeeds of a stupid demon, and I am afraid that only a god on the continent of West can do this.

"I'm back!"

At dusk, the giant red wings quietly swept through the sky, and the demon holding two thick books landed gently in the open space in front of the dungeon gate. This wide clearing should include several goblins and villages of other lesser evil races, a moat and drawbridge, and a dungeon to which to belong in the demon's plan for dungeon building

If the world of Purgatory really wants to open a branch in the human world, it will definitely be opened in a crater full of magma and lava like Purgatory, and the Tor Volcano, which is said to be one of the oldest mountains on the Vestal continent, is definitely the first choice.

The rock, which was gradually melted by the heat of the volcano, turned into a fiery red fluid shape, slowly flowed down the rock wall, and finally accumulated in the huge crater, which formed the magma lake of the current Tor crater tens of thousands of years later. The lava lake is a large area of flat ground that has been mercilessly ejected into the air and then floated to the ground. Cooled and then condensed, this crimson ground was formed. The lair of the Red Dragon Caesar, the owner of the Tor Volcano, is here.

Today's red dragon is lazily lying by the lava lake as usual. Silently count the bubbles that bubble up from the lake and splash with sparks. Although the dragons are said to be greedy for gold and silver treasures, for Caesar, lying on the edge of the lake and enjoying the temperature in the crater is more appealing than the act of going outside to scavenge for jewels, and there is absolutely no risk of being taken into his lair to enter his lair DQ treasures.

However, treasure thieves followed, which once bothered the Red Dragon. Not to mention the stench of the corpses left behind by the visitors when they burned in the lava lake, and even the almost constant murmuring from the mouths of the ghosts who could not do anything tangible to the red dragon, were important factors in Caesar's sleep quality. Until one day. After trying to throw the bones of a group of brave men who had come to "slay the dragon" into the nearby Neil Canyon, and by the way, after moving the bodies that had not really moved at the time of the slaughter, the red dragon confirmed that this was indeed a good idea: not only did he clean his lair full of treasures, but even the ghosts who had remained in the dragon's lair until the red dragon couldn't bear to drive them out also went with their corpses to Neil Canyon, so as to continue their long-term self-pity for regretting their trip.

The Red Dragon suddenly remembered the scene he saw yesterday when he woke up from a nap and flew into the air to do a little hovering activity: the group of neighbors at the foot of the mountain actually came to Neil Canyon. The red-winged demons flew over the hill of bones, picking at the armor worn by those who had been to the dragon's lair, while mages, dark knights, and goblins were busy on the ground sorting through the various items the demons had thrown down. This also reminded the red dragon that the deadline for paying the rent of these bastards was still three days away.

Because of the members of the dungeon, the Dark Knight who has survived the longest years has witnessed the cold and heat. It's less than one-tenth of what the red dragon has experienced, so Caesar will be both a demon and a mage. It's not an exaggeration to call the Dark Knight or the Goblin a brat. In particular, the demon who gave up his promising job as a mercenary and came to the mountains to try to open his own dungeon was, in the eyes of the Red Dragon, just a childish reflection.

"Even if it's a child playing with mud and sand, the basic rent still has to be paid," the red dragon made the decision to personally go outside their dungeon tomorrow to collect rent as he licked the lava from the lava lake. Of course, the highest task at the moment is still sleeping.

Unfortunately, today is destined to be the day when you have to give up your nap. As the dragon slowly lay back on the ground, the sound of horses' hooves on the ground announced to it the decision of the goddess of fate.

"Mr. Caesar!" At this moment, a small green figure appeared at the entrance to the dragon's lair. After the demon and the mage traveled to Thor's city today to sell the armor they had acquired from Neil's Canyon yesterday, Goblin Set returned to his post as a guard outside the dungeon gates. And when the goblins noticed the arrival of another group of brave men, they came to the dragon's lair according to their usual custom to report the news to Caesar the red dragon.

Isn't the saying "watch and help each other"? According to the goblins themselves, this is their duty as neighbors. And in order to do his "duty", every time someone came in pursuit of treasure or glory, Seth had to run on the mountain road for more than an hour at his own speed, and this time was no exception.

Looking at the sweaty goblins, the red dragon who had already learned about the visitor's hooves through the sound of horses' hooves on the ground was too embarrassed to say something like "I already knew". Although the actual significance is not too great, the red dragon is still somewhat touched by the goblin's kindness.

Caesar the Red Dragon stretched out his claws, let the goblin climb into his hand, and handed it to him.

"Mr. Caesar, another group of men are coming up the hill. After saying this, the goblin sat down on the red dragon's hand and gasped.

"Yes, I see, thank you for coming to inform, little one. There was no need to make a sound, and through guò telepathy, the red dragon expressed his gratitude to the goblins. "Then you can now hide behind my chest, which should be the safest place for you, and my flames will never affect my own collection. ”

The goblin, who heeded the advice of the red dragon, heard the shouts of killing in the dragon's lair behind the red dragon's treasure chest.

According to the usual practice, it never took much time for the Red Dragon to eliminate the attackers. A wave of heat rushed past the goblins. The shouts of the brave came to an end. Without suspense. The visitors will head to Neil Canyon. Companionship with their pioneers.

Grabbing the bones on the ground, the red dragon lifted the goblin up again and put it on his back: "Sit tight, little one." I'll take care of the residue first, and then I'll send you home by the way. ”

"...... home, Mr. Caesar, if you insist on receiving the rent tomorrow, or if this dungeon is already my home for the last night. ”

The lights in the dungeon hall were as dim as ever, but the reflection on the dark knight Salas, who was wrapped in black armor, could be regarded as a perfect complement. Luckily, there was a flickering flame on the oil lamp. And the light smoke that spread in the air added a hint of life to the lifeless hall, otherwise the Goblinsette who had returned to the dungeon gate would have thought that the building, which had been converted into a mausoleum, would not have dared to enter. However, even if there is no dark knight exuding a gloomy aura inside, this dungeon looks not much different from the mausoleum from the outside, and the most fundamental reason for everyone's impression comes from the gate of the dungeon.

From the moment he rented the hill in the hands of the Red Dragon, the leader of the dungeon, the demon Amtils, began to design the appearance of the gate. However, the Dark Knight and the Archmage rejected the plans for the black-painted Iron Gate, from the Red Lacquered Nail Door of the Old East to the popular carved wooden door, and after the final plan for the glass-colored double arches met the same fate, the Demon finally gave up on his pursuit of his design talent. Instead, the task of building the dungeon gates was handed over to the Dark Knight and the Archmage.

As a result, the Archmage and the Dark Knight discussed the idea of designing the gate for a full month, but of course did not recover their wages from the demons who had worked hard to dig in the then only a quarter of the current hall. Face the demon Amtils who is about to erupt. They decided to stop the discussion about whether it would be more appropriate for the Dark Dwarves to have their woodcuts hand-mounted on the gates, and instead took the quickest way to install the gates for the dungeon.

So, exhausted, when the goblin moved the dining table he had spent a month nailing from the forest to the gate of the dungeon, he saw the gate made of two stone walls. The door frame is an exaggerated carving of the battle of the ancient gods, apparently by the work of a poor human stonemason, and the leaf is made of black flowers in the shape of a crescent moon symbolizing death. This is what the Archmage and the Dark Knight removed overnight from the tomb near Thor, which is rumored to belong to an ancient emperor, and is now the gate of the dungeon. The next day, when the inhabitants of the city of Thor found out that the imperial tomb had been visited by tomb robbers again, they expressed great indignation, and in the words of the head of the local masonry union, these tomb robbers would rather choose such a tasteless gate than pay a little fee to make a new one in the masonry's union, and they deserved to be grave robbers.

However, the tomb robbers expressed the opposite opinion: the Dark Knight as a necromancer was quite satisfied with the gate, and the archmage who had been dealing with the necromancers for a long time also thought it was a good fit for his status as the premier necromancer on the continent, and the battered demon Amtils had long since lost faith in his tastes, so he took the attitude that it was better to have a door than not to have a door. As for the goblins...... Does anyone take his taste to heart?

Therefore, every time a goblin steps through the gate of the dungeon, he has the feeling of stepping towards death, especially when the demon Amtils and the archmage Aqiman are not there, and there is only the dark knight who is supposed to lie in the tomb and wait for the end of the world. This time was no exception, and even the goblins' simple minds could have predicted that the demons and archmages who had gone to Thor's city to sell the armor of the victims they had sacrificed yesterday in the mouth or claws of the red dragon Caesar would never return that day: the archmage had never escaped the temptation of the gambling game in the inn where he finally returned, and the demons had often lost their way in the library of Thor.

The library of Thor's city is known for its largest collection of popular novels in the whole continent, but it is also notoriously stingy when it comes to collecting books of ancient books or spells, and if the reason for this situation can be traced back to the lord of Thor's founding era who was extremely fond of popular fiction.

Due to the lack of spell books. Except for the fledgling apprentice mage. There are hardly any people who have the opportunity to see through the demonic transformation art to come to the library, as for the ordinary citizens who come to the library to read. Usually they only stay in the halls full of popular novels and the outermost rooms. Therefore, the demon Amtils can also swagger in the library to find his favorite technology and technology books, without worrying that when reading the book and seeing the elation, the red giant wings that are inadvertently exposed behind him will cause panic among the residents of the city.

At this moment, the demon Amtils was sitting on the maple floor of the library in the form of an ordinary human, holding a book with a red cover and diligently flipping through it, and the various descriptions of the city's construction in the book clearly fascinated the demon, and even the money bag full of gold coins beside him was almost forgotten.

The money bag contained the rent that would be paid tomorrow to the landlord of the dungeon, Caesar the Red Dragon.

The process of the demon and the archmage selling yesterday's harvest and the large pile of armor and weapons just now was basically smooth, except for the small trouble caused by a few breastplates with obvious insignia of the knights of various places. And this little accident was also erased by the demon's charm technique.

Until the moment when the demon grinned and took the money bag full of gold coins from the owner of the equipment shop, Yiqiē was going according to the plan of the demon and the mage before they left the house this morning. The next step in the plan was to return to the dungeon immediately so that the excavation and construction of the dungeon could continue, but in the final homestay inn, a group of vagrants who were noisy around the table had playing cards in their hands, but the archmage asked to "take a good look at the city of Thor".

The demon did not raise any objections, and like the wine in the hand of a drunkard, the books in the library had long been a part of the demon's life, and it was also a good idea for the demon to take a day off once in a while and go to the library to have a good look at the book, without having to rush around in the middle of the night to pick up a book and go back.

"Sir, please take the book to the next room and read it. The young librarian looked at the man in front of him with curious eyes. And this book, with this book, almost none of the city's residents has flipped through a single page. The person who would be so excited that he was rolling on the ground was, of course, our dungeon lord and demon Amtils.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" Thinking of the strange screams he made when he was excited, even the librarian who only visited the science and technology section of the library four times a year was disturbed, and the demon quickly apologized and moved the battle against the words in the book to the reading room next door.

Unlike the library room, there are no floor-to-ceiling glass windows in the reading room, and the only two windows are hidden by heavy dark green velvet curtains. The long desk was lit by the light of the oil lamp hanging from the ceiling, and the flame on the oil lamp seemed to flicker with the light of knowledge, set off by the quill on the table, the parchment, and the glasses that the careless gentleman had forgotten here.

"Sir, do you need tea?" The librarian's polite demeanor seemed to be influenced by the cultural atmosphere of the library, and the demon who had temporarily escaped from the charm of books replied equally politely, "No thanks." ”

He hadn't forgotten that there was a fee for the tea in the library in Thor, even though he still had half the amount of gold in his pocket that he had just taken from the owner of the equipment shop.

The other half of the gold coins were in the money bag next to Archmage Aqiman. Several rounds had passed in the game, and Akiman was happily counting the stacks of silver coins in front of him. His luck seemed to be good today, and he won several games in a row in less than half an hour after sitting down.

"Unlucky, someone else!" muttered to the big man in front of him, who looked like a battle-hardened warrior, and gave up his place, replaced by a woman dressed in green and blue, with pointed ears under the tips of the woman's hair and an elven longbow resting on the side, indicating that this was a descendant of the elves.

"Is it your turn next, pretty lady of the dark elves?" It is impossible for ordinary elves who would put down their noble stature to participate in such a tavern gamble, and of course Archmage Aqiman would not ignore this.

"Call me Lucy, necromancer. The twitch of her pointed ears showed her displeasure with the mage's name for her, "I'll win all the gold, silver, and copper coins in your pocket, as long as you don't cast those abominable spells at the 'holy' table." ”

"Well, my name is Aqiman. No dignified mage would use magic to cheat at the table, but that doesn't mean what you just said will actually come true, so deal the cards. As he said this, the archmage had been staring at the dark elf's slender ten fingers.

In order to celebrate today's victory, the mage has poured a lot of wine syrup into his stomach. Although the energy of the alcohol was not enough to dazzle the archmage's eyes, it was enough to make the mage ignore the small iron card tied around the waist of the dark elf while focusing on the race of the opponent at the table and the method of dealing the cards.

The iron plaque is engraved with a large cross, which is the emblem of the Guild of Thieves of the West Continent, representing hooligans, thieves, and assassins. (To be continued......)