Black clouds were turbulent in the sky, and no light could penetrate, leaving the entire underground city shrouded in darkness.
Against the background, the two green flames in the death knight's empty eyes shine like stars.
"Hurry up, it's very dangerous!" Downton rushed up to the roof in a few steps and lowered his body.
"It doesn't matter, as long as we don't step onto the steps, it won't attack us." Celes sat on the eaves and looked at Downton pleadingly, "You won't purify him, right?"
"The question now is, does your brother want to kill me?" Downton smiled bitterly. Facing such an innocent girl, he really couldn't lie.
"Aren't the Paladins very powerful? I know Uncle Hiller, and the knights he leads can even kill dragons!" Celes looked at Downton up and down, obviously not believing it.
"She is just like a little girl who has just left home and is not familiar with the world!" Homer flew to Downton and displayed the text on the title page.
"I have been a Paladin for less than a day." Downton told the truth, took out his quill and wrote on the grimoire, "What is the strength of that death knight?"
"At least it's a war level. I'll kill a hundred warriors like you without taking a break!" The magic detection didn't take effect and was interrupted by Homer, who was worried about irritating the other party.
Downton had nothing to say. Regardless of his strength, the Death Knight's equipment alone was enough to blind him.
The full-body armor with a blue halo set off its tall and slender figure. The three-finger-wide knight's long sword is still sharp after thousands of years. The slowly flowing golden luster proves that it is at least
Perfect level weapon.
"This magical costume is so gorgeous, no wonder he can slay a dragon." Homer sighed, "When he was alive, he was definitely the dream lover of countless young girls."
"I believe you can become a great paladin in the future!" Celes looked at Downton, clenched her fist hard, and encouraged him.
"Does it still remember you?" Downton was more concerned about the danger the Death Knight posed to him.
Celes shook her head, her legs swaying slightly, her face full of sadness.
"This pair of brothers and sisters are in trouble!" Homer sighed, "She has always been guarding her brother. This kind of care makes me unable to bear to deal with her."
"What do you want to do?" Downton was stunned.
"Have you forgotten that you still owe a debt of 1,500 souls? A death banshee can at least pay for 500 souls. They are high-level sacrifices!" Homer is still very concerned about the new master.
, has secretly saved several souls, just to pay off his debts.
"Forget it, I can't do it." Downton never thought of killing Celes.
"Then use Repentance of the Undead and turn her into a servant?" Homer suggested, "This is safer and I can carry out the next step of my plan."
"Look at her innocent eyes, do you think I can do it?" Downton asked, his heart was very soft.
"Hey, the Death Banshee is a born magician. I am also going to teach her dark magic to fight for you and kill monsters to save souls."
Even though the writing is about conspiracy, Homer's magic flame style is still beautiful, "A death succubus maid also has the position of personal magic consultant. She is so dazzling when she is brought out that even the Duke does not receive such treatment!"
"Are you willing to be my guide?" The atmosphere was a bit dull, and Downton said bravely, "I will pay you a commission!"
"Okay, I was worried that you would ignore me. Where do you want to go? I am very familiar with this city!"
Celes was eager to try, but she had been lonely for too long. The feeling of loneliness was like a poisonous snake that kept gnawing at the soul, almost making people go crazy.
Downton is the first human being that the girl has met. Even if he speaks a few more words, it will make her feel fresh and happy.
"I see, such a stupid succubus must have been tricked into taking off her underwear by you. There is no need for the undead to repent. Besides, the magic may fail." Homer teased Downton.
"Am I that sinister?" Downton said with a dark line on his forehead in depression.
The food problem has been solved for the time being, and all that's left is to hunt down the ghouls and collect souls. With Celes as a guide, Downton believes that he will get twice the result with half the effort.
"Let's go!" The Death Banshee led the way cheerfully, eager to show off her skills immediately and help her new friends.
"Wait a minute, my number one is missing!" Downton returned to the bedroom and found the ghoul that had been shot in two by the shadow arrow. Because there was no order, it lay on the ground and crawled aimlessly.
"No. 1, I'm sorry!" Downton raised his ax and chopped its head into pieces.
"When alive, he was brave enough to serve as a human shield, and after death he contributed the remains of his soul. Ghouls are truly model workers!" Homer drew out the purple 'mist' and felt the urge to write a poem for No. 1.
"I will compensate you!" Celes followed over, feeling very embarrassed and handed over the ghost honey, "Replenish your strength, it doesn't matter, you have finished drinking, I have other food."
"It doesn't matter, just catch him if he's dead. There are a lot of ghouls in the dungeon anyway!" Downton didn't refuse this time. If he was hungry, his combat power would definitely be greatly reduced. He would not joke with his life, but he had decided that in the future,
I will make it up to Celes.
One is a simple death banshee, and the other is a kind-hearted young man. They both have experiences that the other doesn't know, so they get along very happily.
"You are a postman? You must have been to many places, right?" Celes was full of curiosity about the outside world.
"Most of the Western Territory has my footprints. I will take you to the Dragon Hills for hunting in the future. There is a kind of red fox living there. It is very beautiful. Many people catch it as pets!"
The huge shop is filled with full-body armors of various styles, like a row of soldiers waiting for review.
Downton followed the Death Banshee into the weapon shop, and was a bit dazzled by the selection. Although they had been oxidized and rusty due to too much time and lack of maintenance, as long as they were worn, they would have stronger defense than being naked.
"Which one to choose?" Downton wrote, asking about the grimoire.
"Although most of these armors are high-quality, the magic arrays attached to them are damaged and cannot be activated." Homer projected text, "The third one from the left is the ancient Roman-style silver armor, which was mixed with some blue iron during forging.
Metal, its defensive power is relatively superior, and it's about the same size as you."
"It's amazing, you can actually write?" Looking at the flame-like red fonts floating in the air, Celes looked curious.
"Writing is nothing, I know more than 10,000 styles of writing!" Homer tempted Celes, "I also know many magical magics, do you want to learn them?"
"Is magic useful?" Celes reached out to touch the magic book. After finding nothing, she stretched out her index finger and poked her gently.
"You can help the prince slay the dragon and defeat the devil!"
Which girl has not hidden a novel about chivalry under her pillow? Hasn’t she dreamed of a prince standing under the balcony and wooing her?
Seeing the story described by Homer, Celes kept nodding her head, her eyes filled with big stars.
"Hey, don't instill this kind of knowledge into innocent girls, okay?" Downton rolled his eyes, took off his light armor, and put it on.
Click, click, the iron boots stepped on the ground, making a dull sound.
Downton jumped a few times, already looking forward to the feeling of his combat boots kicking on the ghoul's face. It would definitely be very satisfying.
There was a dazzling array of weapons on the wooden rack. After trying out the feel, Downton chose a two-handed sword weighing about fifteen pounds. He still preferred this orthodox weapon.
"It's a pity that the bowstring is broken. Otherwise, if you bring a hunting crossbow, its lethality will definitely be greatly increased!" Downton picked up a dagger, pulled it out, checked the sharpness, and inserted it into his boot.
"You two, let's go!" Downton walked to Celes and knocked on the grimoire.
"Just one more paragraph, just one paragraph!" The innocent young banshee had completely bowed to Homer's story and begged Downton.
"What good story can Homer have? I'll tell you Hamlet!"
Downton had read many classics in his dreams, but he never dared to tell others for fear of being burned on the stake. But Celes was different. She was a death succubus and had no chance to tell this story.
And even if it were leaked, no one would cause trouble for him. Who would believe an 'evil' banshee?
It is absolutely a torture to keep a secret in your heart for fifteen years and not be able to tell others. After meeting Celes, Downton finally found someone to talk to.
Hamlet is indeed a famous tragedy. Less than one-half of the story of the miserable prince has been told. Celes was already crying. Even Homer was so sad that he couldn't help but write two sonnets.
Express emotions.
"Keep going!" Seeing Downton stop, Celes quickly urged, and Homer even flew over and hit him on the head to show her dissatisfaction.
"Can we kill the ghouls first? When I finish paying off the sacrifices, I promise to keep you informed for a month!" Downton smiled bitterly. If he continues to delay, he will become a sacrifice.
"For Prince Hamlet, kill, kill, kill!" Homer's unscrupulous projection text urged Celes, "From now on, you have to learn magic so that we can hunt enough ghouls as soon as possible."
Celes nodded hastily.
Downton was lying on a roof, quietly observing the streets below.
A junior ghoul was grabbing a guinea pig the size of a wild dog, squatting on the ground and gnawing wildly. Several ordinary ghouls smelled the smell of blood, came up to it, and were slapped away by it.
"The strength is probably around the third level of the soul. It can't be killed." Homer released magic detection and promptly fed back the information. "Move to find the next one."
"We must think of a safe and quick-effective tactic." Downton could not allow time to slip away like this.
The ghouls will not take the initiative to attack Celes as the death banshee, but if she takes the initiative, they will follow their instincts and fight back fiercely. Of course, because they have no intelligence, they will not help each other.
Downton killed all the ghouls in the backyard of a grocery store, cleared a safe area, and asked Celes to attack them, luring them back one by one.
"Let's try to lure a ghoul with the strength of the soul level one!" Looking at the ghoul corpses on the ground, Downton's appetite became bigger and he wanted to challenge himself.
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