Due to his role in the management of the New Dragon Lord, the locals wisely "gifted" Victor a large mansion to oversee Mu

mu

i

The rest. In the end, as a homeless adventurer, human life has come to an end, at least tomorrow when they occupy Fu

ibo

This was the case before the dungeon.

What a wonderful place it is! It has three floors, a basement and a roof, and is large enough to receive the entire retinue of a lord. Unlike the early medieval architecture of the Gardemani estate, this place is built in a later style, with spacious rooms with dark wood floors and a central velvet staircase leading upstairs.

Victor had heard that it once belonged to a dark wizard who was experimenting in the basement, and given the dust around it, the inhabitants hadn't touched it in years. He'd better be careful when he's inside.

Victor walked into the grand foyer with Saviles and twenty brainless, toeded demon skeletons. He said to his servants, "Go and clean this place, and leave no dust behind."

The robot moves around as commanded. "Now I officially live in a haunted mansion," Victor told Sauruse as they moved to explore the ground floor while the earth trembled. "Do you think Venk broke a succubus this time?"

"I don't think chocolate can summon—" Sauruse chuckled suddenly. "Ah, I see, smash a succubus!"

"You can't imagine how much I miss someone laughing at my lame jokes," Victor said, finding a large cozy room with an old fireplace and a few armchairs. "We had a wonderful time."

"After you're gone, everything is different, Vic. Ever since the woman named Lavery came, we've gone the wrong way. ”

"Wrong? Nightblade is an illegal organization. It's too redundant. ”

"Yes, but we respect the government," Savou

said Victo

Glared blankly at her. "Well, sometimes we put the nobles in a death trap, but who wouldn't? We did not take up arms against the king, because it would be detrimental to business. But the last time I was at the headquarters in Noble, there was talk of supplying weapons to Ishfania and the Scorchers. ”

Well, Van Kle vetoed the plan.

Victor sat in one of the armchairs and felt particularly comfortable. "Channel Hellfire!" His fingers lit a terrible blue flame on the fireplace, igniting the remaining black wood.

It was the only monster perk he had gotten from this grueling training, and he deserved it. As a child, he was supposed to heed the priests' warnings about brimstone and fire.

"Would you like an omelet?" Savou

Euse asked him.

"Of course." The offer didn't make Victor happier, as she had many ranks in Cookban. The other Nightblade warriors fought to the death for her food.

The reptile sat on the ground like a chicken. "Do you want me to go to another room?" Victor asked awkwardly.

"No, it doesn't matter. I do it all over the place. ”

Victor still looked away from his eyes and found a treasure chest in the corner of the room, filled with gold.

Yes, that's right. Just a box.

"Treasure! The disguised imitator shouted. "Baby!"

As if Victor would be fooled. "You know, most adventurers are wary of chests these days." The monster squire said to the monster. "You should be in the shape of a magic weapon, like a shining sword, and you can't make any sound."

The box clearly understood, and it repeated, "Shiny sword? Treasure?"

"Believe me, no adventurer can resist the allure of a shining greatsword, especially one set in stone."

"Can you understand my parody?" savou

Ese asked him, standing up, revealing a huge ostrich egg under her clothes. "It's very difficult to get them to follow the rules."

"I think there's a frying pan in the kitchen, yes, I can." Victor said, then shouted, "Minions! Minions!"

A skeleton immediately burst into the room. The word "m" has never been so pleasant to me. "Go get us the kitchen utensils." Victor commanded, and the undead obeyed.

The squire took it back. The mindless undead slave made his life much easier than before.

"Sword Treasure!" Now, the chest has been transformed into a huge, outrageous two-handed sword, made of pure gold and jewelry. "Sword Treasure!"

"Much better, but too much," Victor said to it, and he suddenly wondered how this imitator could speak without a mouth, "try the black metal trim and elegant saddle." Don't overdo it. ”

"Sword Treasure." The imitator followed his instructions and turned into the perfect picture of a magical sword.

"Great. Now you shouldn't have to have trouble finding food. Don't kill anything in the village, okay?"

"Sword Treasure!" The sword snorted and jumped out of the room like an animal, just as the scrawny servant returned with four frying pans. "Sword Treasure."

Victor now has a pet.

On a whim, he called it Little Winquier.

Congratulations! Through your teaching, Vai

queu

Ju

io

In [fencing]!

Are you sure? Is it like this? Victo

Guess [Minion Trainer] makes it easier for monsters to gain a class rank when following his instructions. "Is this a simulation school I've heard of?"

"Yes, if I were you, I wouldn't sleep in a bed."

Victor suddenly wonders if the disappearance in the hotel was caused by a disguised imitator.

Savou

"There's nothing better than having a hot meal after a day of training," Euse said. She cracked the eggs on the frying pan and added spices to the omelet. The skeleton stood there waiting, so Victor told him to find the plates and cutlery.

Overall, Victor went up 6 levels in Necromancer before he met someone like Vai

queu

The glass ceiling of the level. In Fu

ibo

After the last visit, the dragon still asked for Chocolati

e summons more demons to calm yourself down.

Victor still can't believe that an ancient lich has nothing better to do than play tricks on a dragon. He must have been very, very bored in the dungeon.

"You little—" Victor heard the sound of croissants coming from outside the house. The werewolf soon joined them, taking on a humanoid form with blood on one hand.

"Croissant, are you okay?" Sauruse asked worriedly. "What's going on?"

"I found a sword on the ground, and when I tried to grab it, it bit my hand!" And then it ran away!"

Winkel Jr. grows really fast. "Sadness," Victor lied, as he found some kind of twisted pleasure in that bastard's pain. "Why are you here?"

"I asked Winkel, since we are all his servants, and we are running out of sheep, what should we do ourselves? He replied as he had written: "The dragon has no time to take care of his subordinates; I'm going to prepare for a war, go to my chief of staff and ask for directions. Then he asked my sister to summon another demon and give it a punch. ”

"So I'm basically the mayor of your village now. All right. ”

"It looks like so, man. Moreover, the followers of the Moonmen are at the door, waiting for your 'Last Revelation'. ”

Victor sighed. Every time he wasn't with Van Kerr, they kept pestering him, and Van Kerr scared them to death. "I will be their prophet later."

"There's nothing bad about those perks, right? You brought Van Klele here, so you deserve it. ”

"No, don't be upset, because you'll be our scout tomorrow."

The werewolf blinked. "What am I?"

"We're going to raid the dungeon tomorrow. Your sister is coming too, but she'll be fine later. As a rogue class, you have to scout for the traps ahead. ”

"But I'm a ranger, not a trap finder!" I hunt wild beasts, I don't tear traps!"

"I know. I'm saying you have to detect traps by triggering them. Maybe next time, you won't sacrifice your future commander to the cult. Just saying. ”

"You...... You stingy ......"

"Just like a clever woman told me," Victor said with a smirk at him. "I want you to go to hell, croissant, but I think you're already there."

The werewolf clenched his fists and fangs and walked out of the room, his eyes filled with anger. "Merciful Isingrin, damned dragon, damned scepter, damned all......"

"It's too premature, Victor," Sauruse reprieved him, "even though he deserves it." ”

"Ah, very well," replied Victor. "We all vented a bit, and now we're calm."

"You look like you need a hot meal to relax," said Savou after eating the omelet

Euse said. "Here."

"Thank you." Victor replied, leaning back in his armchair. "What's on the menu—"

Of course, when he said the word, his statistics appeared.

"Minion" Victor Dalton

Level: 26 (Gangster 5 / Monster Squire 14 / Necromancer 7)

Type: Humanoid/Dragon

Fang: v and v

Healthy spots

645

Special points 240

Intensity 24

Vitality 23

Skill 32

Agility 31

Intelligence 30

Glamour 30

Luck 29

Personal benefits Benefits

Dice claims to be a lock-picking tool

Observer: Treasure Hunt Eye

Deadf

ie

d The owner of the knife

Romantic, monster

It's the Moon Man who says the minion coach

Black Curse Monster students

Hellfire Channel (Secondary) Monster Life Force (Red Dragon)

Monster Rider

Monster insight

Minions of the assembly

Zombie

Witchcraft me

The prophecy of death

Lifespell minions? Even his menu is starting to call him that!

Still, his stats have grown very well so far, although he has never tested a new necromancer perk. He is now on the same level as the late Gustav and Werman.

Congratulations! Thanks to the pass of your [Monster Student] Pe

K and [Necromancer] levels meet the entry requirements, and you can convert some of your levels into boosted monster classes! Stats don't matter, but abilities do.

You can combine [Monster Squire] and [Necromancer] to form [Death Knight], or [Necromancer] and [Necromancer] can be combined to form [Grim Reaper].

This change will be permanent and irreversible; If you choose to merge the converted classes, you will not be able to continue learning the converted classes.

Interesting, Victor thought, as he took a bite of the delicious omelet. Savou

Euse participates in the feast in a strange way of self-cannibalism. What are these courses?

[Death Knight]: An undead warlord who commands an undead army to wipe out life in the land. Specialties: All weapons, necromancy, and mounting. The main growth of strength, vitality, skill and agility. Skills Affected: Monster Kinship, Monster Student, Monster Life Force (Red Dragon), Necromancy 1, Lifespan.

Grim Reaper: A soul-stealing thief who does terrible things in pursuit of power. Specialties: Scythe, necromancy, and dark magic. The main growth of skill, intelligence, charisma and luck. Affected Abilities: Lockpicking, Knife Master, Death Divination, Lifespan.

Charming. So [Death Knight] is a pure combat class with a little magic, while [Death] is a hybrid of a thief and a spellcaster.

It didn't take long for Victor to make his choice. He doubted that he would be able to advance further in the [Gangster] class to make it redundant, and his [Monster Squire] class was too good to trade. In addition, Vai

queu

Already covered the pure combat niche.

He can see for sure the impact of the new intelligence point.

"Ever heard of the Grim Reaper course?" He asked Sauruse.

"It's usually the business of dark elves or psychic monsters who steal souls." She explained, sat down again, and laid another egg. "I've heard that the Death Clown is one of them, who killed a lot of people with a scythe and turned it into an artifact."

And then this is official. It's time to harvest these levels.

Select Sign Up! Your [Outlaw] and [Necromancer] levels are converted to [Reaper] ranks. [Outlaw] and [Necromancer] are no longer accessed.

You can unlock any lock, even the magic one, during a successful skill check. You are always "invited" to any place where magic protects.

[Knife Master] was replaced by [Scythe Master]. [Scythe Master]: You gain the perfect Scythe skill; Scythes now count as staves upon cast.

[Death Divination] was replaced by [Haiti]. [Helheim]: If you kill a person with a scythe, you can trap their soul in your weapon, increasing the weapon's stats. As long as the victim is trapped in the scythe, they cannot be resurrected, resurrected, or reincarnated. You can talk to trapped souls and free them at will.

[Life] is replaced by [Life Steal]. [Life Steal]: When you deal damage with a scythe, you recover half of the damage dealt.

Victor briefly grabbed the dagger on his belt and found that he was completely unfamiliar with it. With the departure of [the knife master], he can no longer absorb the knowledge of the class.

"By the way, what are you going to do with these undead servants?" Saules asked him between eating, using the dagger as a cutlery. "I guess you find them annoying, right?"

"I recently asked Goddess Sasha for the price of my home, and the price was frighteningly high. I've noticed that you can make a big profit on the undead trade. "So I guess I can save money to pay for her services."

"How tall?" Victor told her the price, and Saveris almost choked on her omelet. "Vic, this is crazy!" Even if you occupy the continent, you won't have enough gold to cover this price!"

"Yes, but I miss my family and friends on Earth." Victor had been homesick long before he met Winkel, and the discussion with Allison deepened his homesickness.

"I know you keep saying that this world sucks and you miss the old world, but you're here to create a life for yourself. If you miss your family and friends, you can make new ones here. You also have a lot of opportunities. You're working with a dragon and you're leveling up very quickly. Who else is so lucky?"

He wouldn't say it was luck, but, yes, even if the failure with Yuskar killed all other job opportunities. Without Van Kkel's protection, he would not have been able to set foot in the country again.

Ignoring his own better judgment, he turned to Winkel's suggestion. "Hey, Savi. Would you find a man with a lot of gold attractive?"

"Of course. Who doesn't love someone who has a lot of money to get back?" Unfortunately, the cunning guy immediately guessed what he thought. "Is that true?" You let Allison breed?"

"No, it's not that direct," Victor argued. "There are a few steps in between. It's like having a drink. ”

"You're so good, she's not worthy of you." "If I were you, I wouldn't be trying to have a baby with her. You don't know where she's been. ”

"What does that mean?"

"She was the priestess of Zebula. She must have slept with half the town, and said it was a religious ceremony. ”

That...... That means......

"I knew it!"

"Victor, what you need is a good woman with a culture and a strong sense of family," said the hired reptilian assassin, without the slightest hint of hypocrisy. "It's like Chocolati

e。 Not a morally corrupt fairy like Allison. ”

Chocolati

e? Psychological? She fed some demonic meat to the pigs, hoping that they would grow fatter after eating!

"My religion doesn't allow love triangles." There was a knock on the window of the room, and Victor glanced at it, noticing that the priest was behind him. He sighed, got up from his chair, and opened the window. "Really?"

"Oh, Moonman Prophet!" The pastor called the entire congregation outside. "Please give us the last revelation!"

Don't let them bring you virgins, don't let them bring you virgins. "Bring—" Victor paused, realizing that he had a unique opportunity to tame a dangerous cult. Even if their masters forbade human sacrifice, they could explain his commands with violence and fanaticism.

"Put? The pastor answered the phone.

"Bring love and friendship to all, for we are all children of the Moon People." In his opinion, it doesn't sound so cheesy. ”。 You get the final revelation. ”

The believers exchanged glances. “Thul-Gatha

Is it trying to bring love in a figurative way? A werewolf asked the calm priest.

"I believe it must be literal. That is, you must love your neighbor as much as you love your wife. ”

"Or what does it mean—"

"Guys," Victor interrupted their theological debate, "can you have Barnabas forge a scythe for me when you go out?" A cool scythe, but not scary. There is no skull pattern. ”

"We will, Prophet!" I just said, I guess that means we have to open the full moon to everyone—"

Victor closed the window and let them continue their religious debate, and he leaned back in his chair.

He hopes it will succeed. Now that he has some free time and his stomach is almost full, he pulls out his iPad, intending to explore its contents while eating. Savou

Euse looked at Apple's product with envy. "That's ......"

"Do you recognize it?"

"Nightblade's leadership is looking for it." Victor glared at her. "I wasn't sent to get it, so I won't steal from you, Vic."

Better. When she was still a friend, he already understood that it didn't matter if her life was in danger. Victor looked through various folders and found schematics for various aircraft. Nothing special, but valuable in the early Renaissance. The former owner must have worked in the field of aviation.

What is the name of the most encrypted, most restricted folder?

"Lockheed Martin."

Yes, Victor now knows why so many people want it. However, how does it end up in Haudemer? Could it be that because Ofred and Earth are mirror worlds, objects and people often travel from one world to another on their own?

Come to think of it, he was centuries ahead of his time. Valuable knowledge. Maybe he can help improve the world and profit from it, making money by doing good.

The bell for entering the door echoed through the room. "It's better that someone opens the door alive," Victor thought to speak, standing up with his iPad in his hand. "Savi, do I smell good?"

"Much better than her, Vic," the reptile snorted, "much better than her." ”

The adventurer smirked as he opened the door to the mansion.

"Good evening, young man." Furyben also smirked triumphantly, a dark glint in his empty eyes. "You have my master's stuff, at least that's what I've heard."