Roland woke up in confusion, and immediately felt the touch of something heavy pressing on his chest.

This weight gives a warm and comfortable feeling, like a cat poking its head out of your bed.

Realizing what was happening, Roland slowly lifted the covers.

Esther, who had silver hair draped behind him, was looking at Roland with dark eyes, creamy skin clinging to Roland, her face flushed, her cherry-colored lips opened and closed slightly, and she spit out an ethereal sound.

"Master?"

Roland's breath stagnated for a moment, not because Esther ran into his quilt, but because the other party was dressed up now.

"Esther, where's your clothes?"

Roland spoke in a calm and gentle tone, and it was only at this moment that he really experienced his own growth, if it weren't for the more bewitching sight he had seen in the castle of Einzberen, I am afraid that he would not be able to be so calm now.

"There's this...... In front of the owner, it is enough to have socks. ”

Esther pulled at the only piece of clothing on her body, a pair of black over-the-knee socks, in a voice as crisp as a drop of water.

The magic of the garment has the same stretch as the real thing, and the rebound on Esther's skin creates a sensational scene, which is more glamorous than the actual nakedness, leaving only a pair of over-the-knee socks.

Paired with Esther's stunningly beautiful expression, it seems to have a pure expression that doesn't understand the status quo at all, but it adds a bit of charm.

"Are you unhappy with over-the-knee socks?"

Because of Roland's silence, Aster's extremely beautiful face also approached, making Roland's heartbeat, who had already eaten and seen, a little faster.

Esther looked at Roland like this, leaned back, and handed her toes over.

"Although it is not possible to take off socks here, if it is the owner......"

"Stop ——!"

Roland backhanded a backhand to stop Esther's move.

"If it goes on like this, I always feel like I'm going to be killed again, a hand fetish has made me quit for a long time, let's keep my XP within the normal range."

Moreover, this perception that socks are more important than clothes really makes people understand.

Roland glanced at Hestia, who was sleeping badly with a pillow next to him, and decided to get up quickly before this incident became a big problem.

"The host ......"

Esther let out a soft groan. I blinked, felt the tickling of my toes, and my eyes became foggy.

"Huh?"

Finding that he had grasped the tip of Esther's sword at some point, Roland's eyes were also a little wiveful.

Does my hand have a mind of its own?

After thinking for a while, feeling the smooth and delicate touch in his hand, Roland simply continued to knead the action.

"Didn't the master say stop? Why ...... again"

But Esther didn't know if it was too natural, or if she was a little black-bellied, and launched a ruthless mending knife towards Roland.

"I don't even know where the end of the universe is, how can I know this?"

Roland sighed, and simply made a mistake, taking advantage of the time when Hestia had not woken up, to solve the restlessness of the early morning.

Looking at Esther, who had redressed and had changed into a pair of gray over-the-knee socks, and the red glow on his face had not yet dissipated, Roland, who had finished tidying up, took Esther's hand again.

"Let's go, we have something to do today."

——

Although due to the situation in the morning, Roland's departure time today was much later than usual, but with the help of the Black Shadow Corps, through yesterday's progress, they quickly came to the fifteenth layer.

At this point, the number of people has been greatly reduced, starting from the thirteenth floor, even lv2 must be teamed up, and the depth of each floor will cause the number of people around to become smaller and smaller.

The reason for this is that in addition to the increase in the strength of the dungeon, the refresh rate of monsters continues to increase, which cannot be ignored.

Even if you have reliable teammates, you can't keep yourself safe in the face of constantly refreshing monsters, if you don't have the ability to break the deadlock.

Because of this, the further down you go, although there are fewer people you meet, your level has also improved, and the harvest is higher.

Therefore, the deeper you go, the more wary the adventurer is than the so-called monster.

"You're right?"

Roland smiled and trampled the guy wrapped in the robe in front of him under his feet, and made a slight exertion, breaking his spine in two.

"Ahhh No kidding, you're the one who covets what I've gained......"

Despite the deep roots of his fingers in the earth, the adventurer who had been hurt in this way gritted his teeth and clung to his previous words.

"Oh, what a tough guy," Roland smiled with interest: "However, even though he has the strength of lv3, it is very suspicious to pretend to be lv2 between walking and moving,"

"It's just that I didn't have time to report it to the guild......" The pale-faced adventurer gritted his teeth, still refusing to admit it, anyway, he didn't do anything, just got close to Roland and was taken the initiative by him, in this case, even if he is a member of the Izeros clan, he has reason to argue.

"I didn't have time, well, that's aside, but it looks like you haven't been back on the ground for a while, and even though you've only been here for two days, I'm still a little famous."

Roland held his chin and released a flame from his hand, burning through the clothes behind the adventurer's back.

"Yo, the ability value is still locked, hawkers, although there is no unlocking medicine, this is not enough for me."

Seeing Roland's unscrupulous actions, the adventurer was also a little flustered, originally he thought that the other party kept his life because he cared about his conscience, but from his understanding of the unlocking pill and the taboo behavior of spying on other people's ability values without caring about it, he realized that he might really mess with the wrong person.

Ability value is the foundation of adventurers' survival, and any snooping will evolve into irresolvable hatred, and people who can say such words at will are definitely not good at stubble.

"Hey ......"

He still wanted to struggle for the last time, but Roland's tone had suddenly turned cold.

"Enough, stop insulting my wisdom with so-called lies, the fate of you creature worse than a frog's piss is already sealed when I see the look you cast at Esther."

"Speaking of which, which clan are you from...... Forget it, it doesn't matter. ”

Roland lifted a finger and placed it on the adventurer's back, his sharp pupils full of antiquity.

"Anyway, you're my slave next."

Pitch-black malice spilled from his fingertips and dripped onto the unfortunate bastard's back, and the next moment, the color of the sacred words was soaked in pitch black.

The power of the name Favor is forcibly distorted by the malice of the human being, and he cannot specifically reverse the nature of the Grace itself, which is strictly guarded, just as the Black Clay does not take away the power of the Heroic Spirit itself.

All it takes away is their belonging.

"Ahhhh

Black Mud quickly connected his broken spine, but the pain of burning all over his body made this scum roll on the ground, and after finding that Roland had let go of his restraints, he gritted his teeth and bent his legs, ready to rush out quickly, and then use the terrain to get rid of Roland.

But the incredible thing is that as a lv3 adventurer, he just stumbled on the ground weakly.

"How is that possible! My power...... My power! ”

After eating a mouthful of mud, he forgot to run away, and instead grabbed the dagger at his waist in fear, this fine weapon that used to be like an arm and a finger now seemed extremely heavy.

He had never felt so weak in his body, and this state was completely different from curses, magic, and fatigue.

— as if he had never received a favor at all.

Roland walked up to him unhurriedly and said in a cheerful tone.

"The power of the so-called grace, if you don't integrate it into yourself, it's essentially just a strengthened technique, completely dependent on the gods, no matter how high the level of training, if the god to which it belongs dies, it will become the same as ordinary people, unless you find a new god to convert before you can reactivate, and in the case of high enough authority, you can even directly seal the ability brought by the favor."

"No way, even if you really have this ability! Except for the main god of the clan, no one else can do it! ”

"This is a matter of course," Roland nodded affirmatively, "If every god has this kind of GM permission that can ban players, then this game must be boring, so this is destined to be a privilege belonging to the few." ”

"The reason why I can do it is very simple, just now I forcibly converted you, and now you officially belong to the [Holy Lord] family."

Roland smiled at the male adventurer in front of him, who had no power to resist, and in his desperate eyes, he stretched out his hand and let the surging black mud completely envelop it.

"Next, in the last few minutes of your life, let's have a good time."

After a long while, after the ghostly wailing had stopped, Roland clapped his hands and pressed his thumb, turning everything that this guy had ever existed to ashes.

In terms of results, today's experiment was much more successful than yesterday's.

Through the power of the evil of this world, he can be called the phantom god of civil war, as long as he relies on his favor, the power does not belong to his own adventurers, can easily put his cattle into the family belonging to the Holy Lord.

It's a pity that he can't directly absorb the past experience points of others, perhaps because that state has been updated and fixed.

However, before it is updated, those experience points that have grown but have not been officially solidified can be successfully absorbed by him.

And after being poured into black mud, he can choose to let it lurk, not to forcibly convert the other party, but like a parasite, quietly absorb its experience points.

This is much more operable, he can completely let his family's slaves act as hunters in this area, knock down those adventurers before they return to the surface, forcibly pour them into Roland's black mud, and snatch the experience points that have not had time to convert.

In this way, once and for all, all the experience points of this adventurer's subsequent training will belong to Roland.

If it goes well, it won't be long before the entire Olari adventurer gives him a part-time job, which must be a great blessing.

However, Roland is still a good person in the end, and he is not ready to really eat alone, after all, if there is no motivation at all, adventurers will not have much motivation to exercise.

After all, to achieve sustainable fishing, you must first be sustainable.

Let's start by assigning experience points in the ratio of seven or three.

Moreover, even if there is no experience point, distributing black mud itself is an idea that Roland has long had.

At the time of the moon, although the personality of the Six Beasts had officially integrated into Roland, it was only a hatchling after all.

To completely grow the seven heads and ten crowns that the big red dragon should have, the complete body that can cause the destruction of human reason, in addition to devouring the soul of the servant, ordinary souls can also be, but compared to the soul of the servant, this requires a considerable number.

And these adventurers of Olali, after continuous upgrading and training, the quality of their souls is also good.

If he could, Roland even planned to let ordinary people be infected by the evil of this world, after all, he was not a picky eater.

The souls of adventurers in the dungeon can be eaten, and the souls of ordinary people outside the dungeon do not have to be spared, which can be called sound!

It's a pity that he hasn't found a suitable channel to spread the evil of this world on a large scale, even if it is mixed with drinking water and food, to achieve a dose that can devour the soul, there will always be something abnormal, and the others are not stupid, so they don't have the slightest vigilance.

Therefore, Roland can only target the adventurers first.

Those who are parasitized by the black mud are fine, but the amount of soul devouring consumed is not worth mentioning compared to the favors that cover all the sacred texts and the stronger the level, the greater the consumption, so it is not easy to detect.

However, in terms of the selection of family members, it is still necessary to think carefully.

With black mud and demonic energy, Roland doesn't have too much to worry about the strength and loyalty of his family, but the selection is very troublesome.

After the black mud converts the adventurer, both the form and the strength will change greatly, a normal family, even if the main god is lazy, will still be updated once in a while, so that he will not even be able to detect this abnormality.

Moreover, if he can, Roland wants to directly occupy the magpie's nest with a family dove that belongs to other main gods, and directly use the mature organizational structure of others, which is not much easier than finding people one by one.

Roland touched his chin, groaned, and began to gradually walk up the floor, thinking about eligible options.

"This family has to be easy to control, the members have a need for secular requirements, the main god is completely rotten, he doesn't care about anything, but he knows how to accept guidance, and it is best to have a certain identity and status, so that even if he does things, it is very convenient to transform."

After enumerating all the conditions, Roland himself raised his eyebrows because of this harshness, but he really thought of a suitable choice.

Just as Roland was about to go back directly to collect relevant information, he suddenly stopped and looked around the corner in front of him.

There, a male adventurer wearing leather armor, carrying a long sword behind his back, and very vicious eyes, was scolding impatiently at the girl who was carrying a backpack several circles larger than his own body behind his back, wearing a white robe, and looking very small, at most only about eleven or twelve years old.

"It's really a coincidence that there is no book......"

At the moment when Roland had just had an idea, fate couldn't wait to send the answer, which was his favor for the only one he carried.

"I'm so lucky, lucky enough to let other people ...... Despair. ”

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