Phew, the crossbow arrow hit No. 5's neck and nailed it. Looking at his skilled posture and accurate aim, the gentleman ghoul obviously used the crossbow frequently.
"Bang!" Jackson was very dissatisfied with not killing the enemy with one blow. He spat, threw away the crossbow, quickly pulled out his scimitar, rushed towards No. 5, and slashed its head.
No. 5 dodged and at the same time stretched out his sharp claws and grabbed Jackson's eyes.
The quality of the scimitar was not good, and it was embedded in No. 5's arm and got stuck. Jackson decisively let go and moved around behind No. 5.
A dark green halo with a radius of half a meter suddenly appeared from under its feet, instantly doubling its speed.
Like a gust of wind, Jackson appeared behind No. 5, holding the dagger he had pulled out of his boots, and stabbed it hard in the back of the head.
With his brains flying, Jackson stirred hard, then kicked No. 5 on the back, kicking him out.
"Bah, I actually robbed your Lord Jackson of your feast. You are so desperate." Jackson walked over to No. 5, checked it over, and after confirming that it was dead, he spat on its body in a very dishonorable manner.
"This is not a gentleman at all. He is simply insidious and despicable!" Celes didn't like Jackson. He obviously had great strength, but he knelt down and surrendered when he came up, and then launched an insidious sneak attack. It was simply too shameless.
"You actually turned on the aura of agility that increases speed, and you also have this cunning wisdom. Downton, you are in big trouble." Homer estimated that even if Downton and Celes went against each other, they would have little chance of winning.
, "Maybe it has other auras."
When a ghoul advances in level, he can activate talents, which are various halos with different effects. In addition to using them by themselves, they can also bless others of the same kind.
"Is there any way to make it a demon servant?" Downton was excited. If he caught Jackson, under the radiation of the halo, the demon servants would not be much slower even if they were wearing heavy armor.
"You don't have enough soul power, so you don't have to think about the repentance of the undead. Divine soul redemption is possible, but not to mention that it is troublesome to learn, and it is too cheap to use it to deal with a ghoul." Homer analyzed, "
It seems that the only option is to use a death contract."
"What is that?" Celes was curious.
"An extremely unequal contract. Once signed, Jackson's soul and body will become Downton's property. Even if he is allowed to die, it must be executed unconditionally, otherwise the power of the contract will instantly destroy his soul.
” Homer explained.
"Is this a contract with the devil?" Downton had heard that devils belonging to the lawful evil camp like to lure humans into signing various contracts that appear to be equal, but are actually full of traps.
"The source is not important, the key is how to get Jackson to write his real name on the contract!" As a great encyclopedia, Homer controls as much knowledge as the stars in the Milky Way, countless.
Jackson can easily jump onto a five-meter-high roof, which means that entrapment tactics cannot be used, and with his caution and cunning, he probably won't fall into a trap.
"Continue to hunt the spiders step by step, don't let Jackson see the flaw, and then think of a solution." Homer advised, "Don't worry, it is obviously asking you to do hard work for free and prepare its corpse. Before killing all the spiders,
I probably won’t have any ideas for you.”
"Damn it, I was actually taken advantage of by a ghoul." Downton was very annoyed, "When the death contract is signed, I will definitely send him to Siberia and fine him twenty-five rubles."
The image on the page disappeared. The long-term use of the dragon-slaying magic Eye of the Abyss consumed a lot of soul power in the grimoire, and the projected demonic flame text flickered a bit.
In the next few days, Downton slowed down the pace of attacking spider lairs. After killing a dozen or so at a time, he began to hunt ghouls, accumulate soul remains for the grimoire, and seize every moment to meditate.
Jackson is still peeping. After living in the underground city of Polusna for decades, he has become accustomed to loneliness and waiting.
In other words, Jackson is just a ghoul with no ambitions and a coward who is afraid of death. He will eat corpses if they are available, and it doesn't matter if they are not available. He relies on the soul seal in his head to naturally absorb magic energy. Anyway, he does not hunt for food himself.
It's tiring and dangerous. Master Jackson doesn't want to suffer that. He used to wander on the streets every day to pass the boring time. Now, he has found a new entertainment activity, which is to watch Downton peeping and observe his...
Every move.
Jackson saw that Downton was always writing and drawing on the grimoire with his lips pursed. He thought this picture was cool, so he also came up with the idea of writing a diary.
"I am more like a great philosopher than a poet. I should not be bound by paper and pen." Jackson racked his brains and finally found a reason, and then naturally threw away the notebook in his hand.
It will never admit that it gave up because it failed to find the ink bottle.
It was another dark morning. After Jackson stayed on the roof for half an hour as usual, he went to find Downton. He found that there was no one on the street and the trap still looked untouched.
Downton didn't show up for a whole day, which made Jackson feel very disappointed. Even the bone on the bedside was boring to chew on.
Mr. Jackson suffered from insomnia. In the middle of the night, he heard a little noise and hurriedly ran out, only to find that there was still no one there.
"How dare you play tricks on your lord?" Looking at the little demon rat that made the noise, Jackson bared his teeth and chased after him.
The next day, when Jackson saw Downton appear on the street with a magic rat rib in his mouth, he immediately laughed. He didn't know why he was laughing, what kind of emotion it was, but he was very happy.
"Very powerful thighs, I really want to take a bite!" Jackson watched Downton lure eight black-blooded spiders the size of war horses, and dodge and counterattack with ease. In admiration of how powerful he was, he couldn't help but swallow it.
Mouth and mouth.
The ghoul's instinct still makes Jackson want to eat Downton into his stomach.
"Isn't that guy still hiding around and spying on me?" Downton thought suddenly, feeling that there was a pair of eyes staring at him. It was disgusting and a little awkward.
Yesterday was the day to enter the Great Library, which only happens once a week, so Downton cherished the opportunity to enter.
His knowledge of potions has also continued to increase through this diligent effort, and he can now recite the preparation processes of more than 200 commonly used potion plants and a dozen simple potions.
Servant No. 11 replaced the deceased No. 5 and performed very well. It should be a ghoul that is about to advance to the first level. When executing orders, it is always half a beat faster than other servants.