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 in Thor's city is known for having the largest collection of popular fiction on the continent, but it is also notoriously stingy when it comes to collecting books on ancient books or spells. If you want to talk about the reasons for this state of affairs. I'm afraid it goes back to the time when the city of Thor was founded, a lord who was extremely fond of popular fiction.

Due to the lack of spell books. With the exception of fledgling apprentices, there are few people who have the opportunity to see through the demonic transfiguration techniques in the library, and ordinary citizens who come to the library to read are usually confined to 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 trying to flip through it, and the various descriptions of the city's construction in the book clearly fascinated the demon. 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 can basically be regarded as smooth, except for the small trouble caused by a few of the breastplates with obvious insignia of the knights from all over the world, and this little accident was also lightly wiped out 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 better to take a day off once in a while to go to the library to read a book, instead of rushing in the middle of the night to pick up a book and go back. It's also a good idea for demons.

"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!" the demon quickly apologized and moved to the next reading room in the next room, thinking of the strange screams he uttered when he was excited, and even the librarian who only visited the library four times a year about science and technology was disturbed.

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 the stout 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 green. The pointed ears under the tips of the woman's hair and the elven longbow resting casually on the side indicate that she is a descendant of an elven clan.

"Is it your turn next? Pretty Lady of the Dark Elves?" would have put down her noble stature to participate in this tavern game. It could never be an ordinary elven who admired cleanliness and nature, and Archmage Aqiman certainly wouldn't 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. "When 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.

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 one who is truly abnormal is the Dark Knight Salas. Having witnessed the misdeeds of a stupid demon and still being able to stay normal, I am afraid that only a god on the continent of West can do this.

"I'm back!"

At dusk. 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 have included several villages of goblins and other lowly evil races, a moat and drawbridge, and a training ground for the knights of the dungeon in the demon's plan for the construction of the dungeon, but there was not enough pre-selection to complete any of these now, and this is just a place for the Dark Knights, Archmages, and Goblins to set up ambushes and wait for the brave to come and "crusade against monsters".

In the hall, the goblin hears the demon's voice and rushes out the door to meet his dungeon master, but the dark knight Salas seems a little disappointed: he doesn't hear the expected sound of the demon landing with a heavy purse on his body.

And the demon who rushed into the hall in high spirits confirmed the Dark Knight's hunch: the demon Amtils had nothing to do with him except for two thick books, which I don't know if they had stolen or borrowed from the library.

"Where have you been all day, and what about the rent you're going to pay tomorrow?" Looking at the demon still immersed in the dream world depicted in the books, the Dark Knight decided to go straight in.

When the demon heard Salas's question, a puzzled expression appeared on his face, "Rent?"

The Dark Knight's hand slowly grasped the hilt of his sword, and even the goblins who followed the rushing demon in immediately felt the momentum of Salas and slipped to the ground, which was a natural action for the demon Amtils to return to this world from his dream.

"Isn't it just rent," the demon reached out to the Dark Knight with a sneer on his face, and the demon reached for his waist, "Isn't it in ......"

The demon's voice stopped abruptly, and his side was empty. The bag containing half of the gold coins obtained from the sale of weapons and equipment from Neil Canyon was lost in the library, reading room, or on the way back!

The Dungeon Lord hurried out of the gates of his dungeon, before the scabbard of his all-black armor man mercilessly struck a large bag on his head. And this subordinate of the following criminals stared viciously at the dark door in the hall with the momentum of killing a Buddha, as if this could indeed force the demon to bring back the lost gold coins intact.

"Salas ......" Goblins, who were intimidated by the Dark Knight's momentum, were only able to struggle to get up from the ground at this point. This wants to ask the Dark Knight about the whereabouts of the demon. The Dark Knight Salas' answer was to lift the goblin onto the back of the ready-to-go skeleton Mataxis beside him.

"Keep your eyes open on the road from here to Thor. Let's see if some bastard's lost purse is lying on the side of the road. ”

The Dark Knight, who was secretly mentally calculating the skeleton horse's footsteps, continued. "Then go to the hotel in the city, and if Achman hasn't lost all of our rent, let him get back at once. ”

Seth on the back of the skeleton seemed to have understood the instructions of the Dark Knight Salas, and the skeleton Mataxis disappeared into the confused darkness with the goblin.

The Dark Knight, lying on the grass beside the gate, was still furious. Although he had never expected much from a demon who had no self-control, he could not find any reason to forgive him if he could forget even the rent that was at stake in the survival of the dungeon. The Dark Knight was thinking about how to fix the bastard dungeon lord as he tossed his sword aside, his calculations. At the speed of the skeleton Mataxis, he should be able to reach the outside of Thor by noon tomorrow.

"Unless that gambling mage can suddenly find out with his conscience and come back with the rent, ......"

The Dark Knight didn't make any mistakes in his calculations regarding Taxis' speed. Before noon, the skeleton Mataxis threw the goblin off his horse outside Thor, and turned back and sped away in the direction of the dungeon. Although the sun will not do any substantial damage to Taxis in the skeleton body, it is impossible to find a horse on the continent of West that is happy with running under such a scorching sun, whether skeleton or not.

The goblin, who was thrown to the ground, forgave the skeleton horse's expression, and secretly congratulated himself that he was still alive and did not seem to be injured. From midnight last night until this morning, the skeleton horse galloped along the mountain road, causing the goblins to mistakenly believe that dying on the horse's back was the fate of their lives. The tireless skeleton horse, which is several times faster than the goblin, carries out the tasks entrusted to him by his master perfectly, and even surpasses the demons who fly silently in the air trying to find the fallen purse when approaching Thor. Neither the skeleton horse nor the goblin on horseback noticed this.

Demon Amtils swept through the air as low and slow as he could, his eyes never sparing the grass or trees on the ground. But the money bag that carried the future of the dungeon did not appear in front of him as he wished. Looking out at the city of Thor, surrounded by thick walls and a winding moat, the demon whispered a few incantations. These spells then brought the demons, who had transformed into ordinary people, to the front of the library.

"Excuse me, did I leave anything in your reading room yesterday?" The demon was greeted by the polite librarian of yesterday, whose black and white dress and serious expression seemed to tell everyone that they were deeply influenced by the cultural atmosphere of the library, and they were definitely the best representatives of the good qualities such as honesty and sincerity.

The administrator carefully looked at the good-looking, tall man in front of him. The Administrator remembers his excitement yesterday by the bookshelves and in the reading room, holding his books.

Yesterday evening, after hearing a strange sound from the browsing room where the guest was, the librarian hurried over. But when he arrived at the door of the reading room, the caretaker saw a pair of crimson wings flying into the distance: the demon had taken the two books away without leaving any credentials or notes.

The librarian who witnessed the demon appearing in the town was so frightened that he hurriedly swept the long table in the reading room and let the next guest, the noble elf lady, enter with a copy of "A Brief History of the Continental Thieves' Union".

"Sir, did you visit our library yesterday?" The librarian was not interested in knowing what evil magical items or terrifying hellish artifacts this demon had left behind, and his only thought was to never let this person (the demon) set foot in this library from now on.

Unable to produce any written evidence or proof that he had indeed been in the library yesterday, the demon Amtils was unable to follow the normal route into the library. The demon who did not expect to be seen in his true face was once convinced that the honest librarian had embezzled his rent, but the result of hiding his body and searching for it made the demon who was now walking towards the final destination of the hotel feel inexplicable despair: he searched almost the entire library and found no trace of his money bag.

"Mr. Amtils...... "The call of the Goblinsette brings the demon back into the real world. "The most, the most, the last ......"

The demon stopped, and the goblin in front of him looked terrified.

"What happened to the final homestay? The demon who sniffed an ominous smell from the goblin's words spoke.

The goblins didn't need to answer, because the demon Amtils and the goblins were already standing in front of the Last Lodge, or rather, the original Final Lodge.

The original final lodge was an old three-story wooden building, with a tavern and dining hall on the ground floor and a casino for gamblers such as the archmage Aqiman, and rooms on the second and third floors. However, at this moment, only half of the original homecoming inn remained.

Yes, if you think of the final inn as a big cake, the current hotel looks like someone has cut it vertically with a knife and taken the left half.

A wooden board with the words "Last Home" painted on it was nailed diagonally to the original right door panel, because customers no longer had to go through the doorway, and from the left, they could go directly to the shiny counter by bypassing the ordinary façade of the original inn, and two pillars that seemed to be blackened by smoke and fire were stuck diagonally on the ground, supporting the floor on the second floor that leaned against the half-vanished end of the hotel. A long ladder leaned against the staircase on the second floor, and it seemed that the upstairs occupants now had to rely on the ladder to get in and out of their rooms, and the room next to the ladder was now barely nailed out of a wall with a few pieces of wood from the original hotel tabletop, and it seemed that only half of the room was left.

The demon and the goblin looked at each other, such neat destruction could not have been caused by knights or warriors, and the archers' arrows could barely create a few airy holes in the walls of the inn, and there was no recent appearance of the famous magician nearby, and the last place to return to the inn for the remaining half of the inn was almost certainly the work of the archmage Archmage Akiman.

The demon Amtils and Goblin make their way to the left of the original final homestay inn, which now appears to have been temporarily converted into an open-air tavern. It seems that the hosts and guests who have experienced a fright don't seem to be in the mood to enjoy today's lunch, and now is not the time for the townspeople to gather, so the open-air tavern with a few random tables and chairs looks empty. They had barely sat down when an angry waitress threw a menu onto the brand new table in front of them.

"Grab some of your favorite food, Seth. As if there was a hint of a pretentious demon on the waitress's expression, he casually instructed. Knowing that the demon probably didn't even have a few copper plates on his body, the goblin just wanted to say goodbye, but was stopped by the demon's eyes. "Beautiful hostess, can you please help me bring these things? ”

Stunned by the aqua blue light in the demon's eyes, the goblin began to bury his head on the food on the table, a sign that the demon was beginning to perform his seduce. Bringing the food, the hostess who was about to turn around and leave was stopped by the demon, and it was clear from the goblins on her face that the hostess had been affected by the demon's seduction. The demon who had successfully cast this innate spell took a sip of the wine in his glass and continued his tone disguised as a troubadour: "This lovely lady! Can you tell the curious traveler in detail what you have seen and heard from last night to now?" (to be continued......