The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

"To be honest, I always feel that the painting style there is wrong..."

"Huh? Why do you say that?"

"Look, the protagonists of other people's families are all pretending to be aggressive and slapping faces. The basic style is different. I can't do it if I ask me to do it, and I'm not very envious. But some developments are the same. , as the protagonist at least the more you become more and more powerful, your personal strength is getting stronger and stronger, your status is getting higher and higher, you have more and more younger brothers, more and more beauties, people are getting taller and better, and your reputation is getting better and better. but……"

"...Your strength is getting weaker and weaker, your status is almost non-existent, and you are also a lonely family. The little brothers have all run away, beauty... ahem, at least you are becoming more and more villainous. Well, it is only a brave man who suddenly jumped out, I'll take you back home."

The dead cat's words seem to be comforting, but they are actually full of malice, but if compared with the current scene, they are very appropriate.

And on the second floor of this small private house, the only lighting is the dim brilliance of old oil lamps. The doors are closed tightly, and the stuffiness and sweaty smell make people very uncomfortable. In the suffocating environment, more than 20 people were packed.

Maybe it's because the negative energy around me is too arrogant, at least my surroundings are still empty, only Timiret, who barely wears a leather armor and looks like a barbarian, stands behind me.

On the other side, Tiana, who was dressed as a dark elf assassin, wore a veil, but her exposed chin was full of ice. It's as if the group of people on the table is nothing. Just sit on the wooden window. While looking outside, while silently playing with the dagger in his hand

"I don't think there is any need to talk nonsense. I came here today to know everything. I have asked the master to appraise that this treasure map is real, but those bastards blocked our way to get rich. If you want me to say, just do it." Damn!"

It was a rather tall and strong man who spoke. With a gray beard, he looks at least sixty or seventy years old, but his right hand has only three fingers. If he remembers correctly, he should be the leader of the local mercenaries and the vice president of the mercenary union, Tom Schur, the "earth dog" .

What he represents, should be the will of those scattered mercenaries, and on his right hand, Old Barton is really drinking his wine with his head down. Being able to be brought in by Tom, it seems that he has indeed made a name for himself.

The mercenaries were bleeding from their knives. Most of them are for money. When you find out that your hometown has such a large amount of wealth, it is strange not to be moved. When these local snakes unite, naturally only the famous old mercenaries in the local area can take charge. The old Barton had enough reputation in the past, but his strength was not enough. Now that he is able to achieve this position, he has naturally shown enough strength.

"...Well, it was that Prince Link who came, and His Highness was accompanied by the royal guards,

It's not good to clash with the royal guards. Harmony makes money, and harmony makes money..."

With a chubby figure, a friendly face, a funny little beard, and a protruding belly, no matter in terms of appearance or temperament, he is an authentic businessman.

In fact, he is indeed a businessman, but he is Brightman, a well-known black market businessman around him. He has raised several mercenary regiments, and his strength is no less than that of a knight leader.

The merchants are very careful, and the people gathered here are obviously outlaws who are desperate for money, and they will cause endless troubles if they offend the royal family. They can run away when they get into trouble, but Brightman's foundation is all in the Principality of Sasha , He will come, some people feel unbelievable, but looking at the person next to him, it is somewhat understandable.

It was a woman, but her whole body was covered with scars, and half of her face had been disfigured by a hideous knife wound. Only half of her face was covered by Liu Hai, which was deliberately put down, and the uninjured half was covered on purpose. People are unhappy.

The women's armor, which seems to be more decorative than real, has the orange-red camouflage unique to enchanted adamantine under the reflection of the light. Anyone who can wear this armor, no matter what her other abilities are, will definitely be able to do so with that strength. Demolishing the wall with bare hands, after all, this thin armor is at least as hard as three sets of full-body heavy armor.

"Blood Spear" Saliman, an Amazonian, a legendary female Amazonian warrior, one of the most trusted countesses of the Marquis Tarek, and the highest-ranking female general present.

Perhaps because of her ugly appearance, the exposed one eye always has a blade-like icy glint, making it impossible to look directly at her. She makes no secret of her hostility and defense, and her most famous deeds, Probably because of the bad habit of massacres after each war, people who hate her directly call her "Blood Witch".

Because the appearance is too distinctive, the person is too famous, so he doesn't need other people's introduction at all, and the others consciously distance themselves from him.

"They came together. Has Brightman defected to the rebels? He controls the resale of food and weapons in several surrounding counties. It seems that the life of the royal family will become more and more difficult."

When these two people came together, it was normal to have such an inference, but being able to attract a big man like Saliman also confirmed the authenticity of the treasure from the side.

Of course, there were other people sitting on the table, some were the leaders of an old adventure group, and some were intelligence dealers and bandit leaders, but compared to these three, they were not enough.

Originally, I should also be someone who is not worthy enough. After all, I was "not famous" before, but in this world, strength is always the best business card.

Just put on the slowly burning hell fire, the negative energy flame that looks dangerous but is actually more dangerous, these guys are naturally far away from me, even when Saliman's one-eyed eye is looking at me, I am a little afraid , I also have the right to speak.

Such a group of people chose a party in a private house in the dark midnight. Of course, it was not a harmonious and friendly party. The only thing we discussed was how to break through the blockade of the royal family. In a sense, this is undoubtedly rebellious .

But what surprised me a little was that there was no representative of the Ten Thousand Deaths Society, except for me. No one has the power to die.

I don't think they will miss such a good opportunity. Even if no agreement can be reached. I can also collect some information, but suddenly, Tiana handed me a note from the side, and there are a few black "" cases like ghostly symbols on it.

"'Allies' in the ancient language of Leiden? Who else speaks such an ancient language? Oh..."

I was taken aback for a moment, but then suddenly realized that the ancient language of Leiden is a language of demons in the lower plane, which itself has the meaning of filth and corruption, and can be used in many high-level undead magic spells. If he hadn't made a special trip to learn undead magic, and had to learn quite a high level of forbidden undead spells, he wouldn't have learned this language.

And before I asked Tiana who sent it, I watched the fat old businessman deliberately touch the silver ring on his hand.

It was a valuable keel ring, surrounded by black patterns. If the skull pattern could not prove his identity, but the "ally" on the lip had already proved everything.

It seems that the effort to get Sink to contact was not in vain. My news has been conveyed, but the Death Society not only hides deeper than expected. Be very careful, this is both a joint. It's also a small quiz, after all, I came here a bit too coincidentally, so it's only natural to doubt something.

My inquiring gaze turned to Tiana, who nodded slightly. It seemed that it was sent by this "Brightman, a businessman who always kindly peddles death".

It is said that more than 70% of the believers of the Ten Thousand Deaths Society eventually joined the cult, not for any vain things like power. The root cause is the fear of death and desire for immortality. There are quite a few wealthy businessmen and officials among them. That's right.

So, I also wrote a few ancient Leighton texts on the note - "Death is fair, but sometimes, enough wealth can buy a license from Hades.".

After the note was taken away, not long after, an attendant whispered something into Brightman's ear, and as a result, the old face smiled like a Buddha.

I also laughed dumbfounded, it seems that he didn't see the true meaning of it.

"...No matter what the Underworld God grants, I'm afraid it can only reach a certain level of Hades and Purgatory."

Our small actions did not attract many people's attention. After all, most of the people here are doing the same thing. Breaking through the blockade of the Royal Corps will definitely reduce some people to the brave (cannon fodder) who charge forward. If you don't want to be a "helpful person" "Warriors need more voice and allies.

Let’s not talk about the small notes flying around, the inquiry of “Do you want to make an appointment?” will probably get an affirmative answer of “Appointment!”… Don’t get it wrong, they are just a private meeting after the appointment, although the two It's really scary for a big man to repeat such lines...

And even if they break through Sasha's official blockade and have the opportunity to enter the ruins, in order to compete for the treasure, they will have to use their strength to speak out. It is naturally a good thing to make more friends at this time.

However, there has been no progress on the issues on the negotiating table.

"We need a temporary leader... at least a liaison!"

"Good idea, why don't you take it?"

"Me? I think you are very suitable."

Everyone knows that one must break through the blockade to have a chance to reach the ruins.

But everyone knows that it is definitely a stupid idea to fight against the Sasha royal family in the Principality of Sasha. It will almost cut off the way to make a living here, and it will definitely attract wanted orders. Others may not be on the blacklist. But whoever takes the lead will definitely cause big trouble.

All eyes were on the Countess of "Blood Spear". After all, her influence and the royal family turned against each other, and it seemed natural to stand out.

But she herself just sat there quietly, completely unlike the violent and aggressive personality in the legend, but if this state continues, it may be a show of indifference.

I yawned, and simply extinguished the inexhaustible fire on my body. It was a waste of time to go on such a boring party.

Many forces who were originally intriguing to form an alliance, if it is not imminent, the first alliance will often only be able to pull relationships, and there will be some arguing later, I am thinking about finding a reason to escape. In came the man and an attendant.

"Hehe, everyone is here. Hello everyone, I'm Link, and I'm the one you discussed to deal with!"

His Highness Link walked in triumphantly. He looked back at the retainer he had just taken in with satisfaction. This retainer who was born as a commoner was indeed very useful, and he found out where all the conspirators were located so easily.

Everyone at the table was full of surprise, how did this guy get in with the secret whistles that had been set up around him.

"Ha, surrender obediently, my legion has already laid a net..."

The rest of the words were swallowed, and His Highness Link looked at the half-length sword protruding from his chest with disbelief, and he turned his head abruptly. The obedient knight retainer now had a grin on his face.

"Actually, our target has always been you. Your subordinates? They won't come, and their order is to go to the city defense to patrol."

After doing this for so long, "Blood Spear" Saliman said the first sentence. Unlike her frightening appearance, her mature and sexy voice touched everyone's hearts.

By this moment, the timid had almost passed out at the beginning. Breaking through a border guard and murdering a member of the royal family are completely different things. Everyone knows that this has been involved in an amazing conspiracy.

At this time, Kahn kicked away the body of the "Master", put away the bloody sword, and looked at the others with a grin on his face.

"Boom!"

And suddenly, the violent explosion shook the entire city, and beside my ears, I thought of the slow voice of the dracolich's soul.

"One piece of good news, one piece of bad news..."

"Listen first."

"The good news is that it's meaningless to block the way, and we don't have to worry about not being able to go to the ruins anymore."

"bad news?

"We don't need to go to the ruins anymore, they are here, and the undead disaster is here."|(To be continued...)

ps: Well, keep asking for a guaranteed monthly pass, it’s getting more and more dangerous