"I thought a high-level lich like you wouldn't pay attention to the threat of the prairie elves." Standing in the street, smoking a cigarette in his hand, Donald sighed to the lich in front of him.

"Even if I am a legend, I must have a minimum of respect for the prairie elves and their masters, otherwise destruction and death will be the most imminent problems I face." Ayers took over from Donald.

He lit the tobacco that was handed to him, and then took a puff, feeling filled with emotion in the smoke: "Good stuff, it reminds me of the time when I was still alive. At that time, I was still young and watched the aristocratic gentlemen smoke.

At this time, I naively thought that maybe they would leave a cigarette butt for me this time."

"I really didn't expect you to be down and out." Donald was a little surprised by this - in his memory, the lich has always been the representative of the noble and glamorous world. A lich like this is so crazy that he has lived so long.

Haven't seen it in years.

"A lich can be born in two ways. One is as an ember reborn from the bones, losing everything before, leaving only instincts; the other is like me, who chooses to become a lich while still alive...

That’s why I miss the tastes, food, and women that only this creature can have. Even if it takes another thousand years, I think they will still be my favorites."

"I envy you. In our world, there are very few people with the talent of a mage. In order to become an extraordinary person like a mage, some people will even drink magic potions for this purpose." Donald sighed, because he is a person without magic.

A person with talent can only be a shadow assassin in the end. He once fell, but finally regained himself. However, the days of serving Chaos still caused indelible damage to him.

"Potions, I have heard that they are not a specialty of your Abild world, but to be honest, the development of potions there is still too lagging behind. My friend, drinking potions and becoming a mage is the same as committing suicide by taking poison.

There is no difference. This kind of artificially spawned mage can only use potions to obtain spiritual energy and rely on various casting materials to communicate with the void. If you are unlucky and encounter some chaos, who will eat whom is a very real problem."

Ayres took a puff of cigarette when he said this, and then looked at Donald: "I feel that the old guy is a little too concerned about the little brat in your world, so out of the kindness of a frequent visitor, I personally suggest that you

Just stay away from that little brat. I've been there and know these square ears better than you. They are usually harmless to those who don't stop them from practicing the greater good, but if you become a piece of them, they must be removed.

Stone, then you are dead."

"thank you, I know now."

"You are the first person to say thank you to me after I became a lich. It's really interesting... Okay, little brother, I'm leaving first." The lich said as he turned and walked away.

"goodbye."

"Yes, goodbye. I hope to see you in the store next time."

Watching this man leave, Donald smoked the last bit of tobacco, then turned and walked into the store. The old man was still there, and he sat at the table: "I have some information about the kid named Marin. I wonder if you would like to

Want to know."

"Why don't you tell me." The old man who was drinking tea put down the cup in his hand and looked at Donald: "I am a person who likes price exchange. What do you want to know?"

"I want to know what you gave Ayers to make him work for you so wholeheartedly."

"Then tell me first, how about it."

"Of course." Donald cleared his throat, then looked at the old man: "Someone wants to kill Marin. They are a few young nobles from the royal capital of Sidney United in Abild World. I can provide the organizer."

Name, he has accomplices, but I don’t know how many people there are.”

"Very interesting information, an exchange agreement has been reached." The old hunter took another sip of tea, and then said the answer to the question Donald wanted to know: "Lich demigod crystal of the lawful neutral camp."

Damn it, you old guy poisoned the sugar!

Donald rolled his eyes - Ayers looked like a lich from the chaotic neutral camp. If you let him get this thing, it seemed to be a shortcut to demigods. But in order to fit this crystal, Ayers could only transform.

own camp, otherwise there is only a dead end.

The old hunter seemed to be aware of the little secret in Donald's heart. He looked at Donald with a smile: "Mr. Donald, I believe you are a tight-lipped person, right?"

"Of course, don't worry." Although we are friends, what else can Donald do in this situation? Naturally, he can only prioritize saving his own life.

"But you don't have to worry. Although Mr. Ayers is addicted to the joy of gaining power, I believe he is not the kind of low-level lich who simply wants to gain power. If he slowly absorbs the power in the crystal, he will

His mind will not be affected by this power."

The old hunter's explanation surprised Donald. He looked at the old hunter and said, "Aren't you worried that he might be disadvantageous to you when he becomes stronger?"

"I have more crystals here." The old man took out a bag and opened its mouth. Donald saw a lot of white crystals through the mouth of the bag.

"Young man, for the sake of your willingness to share your secret, I have a bottle of potion here that can resolve the chaotic energy in you. Although it will cause your strength to decrease, you no longer need to be afraid of the sacred spiritual energy.

How about it, are you willing to take such a risk?" The old hunter took out another emerald green medicine bottle from his pocket, put it on the table, and then pushed it in front of Donald.

Looking at this bottle of medicine, Donald felt that all the cells in his body were roaring crazily, trying to keep himself away from this bottle of medicine, but Donald finally reached out, grabbed the bottle of medicine, put it directly into his mouth, and then directly

Biting the bottle.

Donald laughed as he was burned by the divine energy.

It's a potion made from the acorns of the World Tree. It's great.

I never thought... that I would one day be redeemed.

Praise the gods!

………………

Yesterday, he and Logan and his cousin Cohen spent a day in the royal capital. Marin had to admit that in order to delay the time, the earl's son did spend a lot of money. However, considering how readily he spent money, Logan

They also had fun, and Marin had no reason not to cooperate with them.

Therefore, at the end of the day's schedule, Marin said that he would accompany his girl to the competition venue the next day to watch their training match. When he could not play with the two of them, Marin found that this girl was about to cry.

coming.

Of course, he must be crying for joy for his own wallet. What a poor child, a sad existence without financial freedom.

With this thought, Marin entered this huge arena - this is the largest building in the Sidney Union. It can accommodate at least 32,000 people. There are a lot of stones on the exterior building. It can be seen that

It looks like a product of this era, but when he came in, Marin found that under the wooden floor of the corridor was a pure metal floor. It should be the subsequent decoration that changed the appearance of this place. After letting Feo and Lorraine touch the floor, Marin

According to their feedback, it was discovered that this should be an ancient building from the First Age, with an underground floor, but it seemed to be sealed.

Think about it, these 32,000 people are almost one-tenth of the population of the royal capital.

The Church of the Goddess of Harvest and the Church of the Dark Night were having practice matches on separate venues on the east and west sides today. Some members of the Mage Tower who were responsible for maintaining order came over to question Marin when they saw him coming. After Marin took out the coaching staff card of the Goddess of Harvest Church,

He also specifically asked the local bishop of the Harvest Goddess Church. After confirming Marin's identity again and again, he motioned him to go east - members of the coaching staff were not allowed to go to other church training venues to watch games.

So Marin came to the east and found that the senior apprentices were playing now. The senior group composed of seventh and eighth graders were playing lively on the stage. The kids below were watching happily. Marin was sitting on the bench of the coaching staff.

Drowsy in the chair.

The people on the stage were all guys he didn't know. Marin felt like he had nothing to do. He originally thought that if he slept like this, some people might look down on him, but until more than a dozen regional groups in the senior class finished playing, no one came.

To cause trouble for Marin, these guys would point fingers at Marin from time to time.

Perhaps it was because the intelligence within the church was relatively well delivered. In the end, Marin was not able to wait for the dragon-slaying hero. He could only cheer up and prepare to wait for the middle-grade group competition-Jessica was in this group.

Then a young man wearing a robe from the Church of the Night Goddess came over: "I saw you yawned just now, right?"

"Yes, aren't you a church robe from the Church of the Night Goddess? How could you come here?" Marin looked at this guy with some confusion.

"I am in the senior apprentice group. Your senior class game has just ended, so I can come over. I want to tell you that you are not qualified to be a coach with such an attitude. You are really a disgrace. You are here.

To brush up on seniority?" The young man looked at Marin with a look of disgust on his face: "I want to duel with a loser like you!"

After saying that, he lost his gloves.

Marin caught the glove. He first glanced at Instructor Emmet Selk, who smiled and nodded.

So Marin took another look at the coaches of the Church of the Night Goddess, and found that these guys were smiling a little happily, as if they were not too worried about the excitement.

So Marin stood up, stretched his muscles, and then looked at the boy: "How do we fight?"

"Empty hands, I am a warrior monk!" After saying this, the man tore off his robe, revealing the strong muscles of a bodybuilding champion.

Marin nodded. Because he was wearing a simple shirt, Marin didn't need to tear off his clothes. He just took off his coat and signaled that he could attack.

The monk didn't say anything, turned around, whipped his leg and hit Marin directly on the head.

Marin did not hide, but held his whip leg with his right hand. When his calf was twisted and deformed due to improper exertion, Marin pushed with both hands, and the boy flew directly over the middle line and landed on the coaching staff.

in front of.

Then Marin sat down again.
Chapter completed!