A small, exquisite wooden house suddenly appeared on the street inside the Stone Fortress. Blurred orange light came out through the door and windows. Richard could vaguely hear some movement in the tavern. There seemed to be more than one person inside.
Richard took a deep breath, pushed open the half-open wooden door of the tavern, and walked inside.
There were a few wooden tables scattered in the hall. Richard glanced at the situation in the tavern through the dim candlelight.
At this time, there were four humanoid creatures in the tavern, not counting Richard. Standing on the bar was an old man with messy hair, a red face and an obvious nose. He should be a bartender.
There were three other people sitting alone on several wooden tables drinking. Except for the bartender on the bar who raised his eyes to look at Richard, the other three people didn't seem to care about the arrival of a new customer.
"What does the guest need?"
"Bring me a glass of rye."
"OK, wait."
Richard walked across the hall to the bar and ordered a glass of rye wine. After the bartender brought the drink to the bar, Richard sat in the corner of the tavern alone with the drink and observed.
The people in the tavern did not treat him as a special envoy like other system characters. He actually became an ordinary customer here.
However, in the tavern, the system seemed to be able to disclose everyone's information to him.
When he carefully observed the bartender, a message naturally popped up in his mind.
"This is just an ordinary bartender. If there is anything special about him, it is that he is also the owner of this pub."
He's really just an ordinary person...
Richard turned his attention to the left side of the bar, a middle-aged man wearing shabby nailed leather armor. He stared at it for a few seconds, and then there was another message.
"A mercenary who has been fighting for half his life. He has rich combat experience but average strength. He is always in poverty. But he is also lucky. At least he did not lose his life. As long as you give him money, he can fight for you. Of course, he will be loyal to you.
I know it all."
After reading the introduction, Richard lost interest in this person. His loyalty is not enough and his strength is average. Why should I use him?
Then Richard looked at another person in the dark corner. This person seemed to be drunk. He was lying motionless on the table, with only an empty wine glass next to him.
"A drunken idle man may die in a deserted alley late at night in a winter."
Damn, what are the heroes we promised?
Unwilling to be reconciled, Richard turned his attention to the last person, a guy who looked a little thin and his whole body was shrouded in a black robe.
"An elite terrifying knight who has recovered part of his memory during his lifetime. Because of the recovery of his memory, he broke away from the army of the undead and wandered alone. However, although he recovered part of his memory as a human,
But becoming undead has affected his character after all. He is very cruel by nature and has killed many innocent people for their souls. If you can meet his demands, maybe he can fight for you."
The word "terrible knight" aroused Richard's interest. This cemetery soldier is definitely the strongest existence in the sixth level. It makes up for the embarrassment of the ghost dragon to a large extent.
Although I didn’t see a hero, it would be nice to recruit a terrifying knight?
It may be that the inclusion of cemetery troops into the team will affect morale, but in Richard's opinion, this is not a big problem. Reality is not a game. He can order the Terror Knight to act alone.
Just as Richard was silently observing the other party, the terrifying knight who was completely hidden under the black robe suddenly turned around. He noticed Richard's observation, and stared at Richard with his scarlet eyes.
The glowing red eyes were a bit frightening, but Richard was not afraid at all. Not to mention whether he could take action in the tavern. If he couldn't take action, it would be better to say that if he could take action, it would be all Richard's people outside. No matter who the terrifying knight was.
Instead of being the sixth-level leader, the four champion knights can easily deal with him.
The confident Richard simply picked up the rye on the table and walked to the side of the Terror Knight after he was caught peeping.
"A drink? I'll treat you."
"No need to waste money. The wine in this tavern has no taste. The boss sells fake wine. If it weren't for the rules, I should cut off the head of this black-hearted businessman and take away his soul."
The voice coming from under the black robe was hoarse and cruel. Even if it was mixed with water, it would not be the same. Moreover, Richard also tasted the rye wine in the cup. Although it was not a good wine, the taste of the wine was very strong. Maybe
It wasn't even mixed with water, so how could it be fake wine? However, after thinking about it for a moment, Richard roughly understood it.
Regardless of whether the Terror Knight has recovered his memory or not, he can no longer be considered a normal life. Perhaps it is because part of his memory has been recovered, which reminds him of wine, something he once remembered, but the undead unit may not have the sense of taste at all.
Well, I'm afraid that whatever I eat or drink won't taste good.
Richard didn't want to get too entangled on this issue, so he simply said straight to the point:
"Mr. Knight, I wonder if you are interested in serving a powerful lord?"
"Oh, you want to be my monarch?"
The terrifying knight seemed to have some interest. His past memories made him not opposed to serving a monarch, but he had some small conditions that he wanted to be satisfied by Richard.
"I need the souls of a hundred intelligent creatures, fill them up for me, and I will serve you."
As he spoke, the horror knight took out a small black ball from his arms and threw it to Richard. Richard subconsciously caught the ball in his hand, and a cold breath quickly spread down his palm.
One hundred intelligent creatures do not refer to humans. Strictly speaking, ogres and kobolds can be said to be intelligent creatures. It is not difficult for Richard to collect the souls of one hundred intelligent creatures. The difficulty is just in his heart.
That's all.
Richard squeezed the small black ball in his hand and was frantically calculating the gains and losses in his mind.
If a hundred ogre heads were exchanged for the effectiveness of an earth-level person, then Richard would lead his people into the wilderness to find the head without saying a word.
But absorbing souls is a bit evil when you think about it. If you are found out, it will have a bad reputation. But an elite terrifying knight is very likely to be a high-level existence on the earth. It would be a pity to give up.
Maybe make things a little more secretive?
"Squeak~"
Just when Richard was calculating the gains and losses in his mind, the door of the tavern was pushed open again.
Then a soft female voice came:
"Bring me a glass of absinthe."
Richard turned his head in surprise and found that the person who came was a woman wearing a light yellow war skirt and half a body of silver chain armor.
The woman has dark yellow hair and a graceful figure. Unfortunately, her face is a bit wide. Although her face has soft lines and she is very approachable at first glance, she is not a beauty in the traditional sense.
However, her ordinary facial features cannot hide the divine feeling in her body.
"snort"
The terrifying knight at the table snorted coldly. Richard could clearly feel that the terrifying knight had a sense of disgust for the woman who had just come in, and there was also a little fear in this disgust.
Just as Richard was observing each other, the woman opposite seemed to notice Richard and the Terror Knight. When she saw the items in Richard's hand, she frowned visibly.
However, after Richard saw the attributes of the woman who entered the door, he quickly made a decision in his mind.
"Well, Mr. Knight, I don't think I can agree to your conditions. I am a benevolent prince with my own principles and bottom lines. There are some things I really can't do."
After saying that, Richard returned the small ball that always exuded a cold aura to the terrifying knight on the opposite side.
The brows of the woman who had just entered also relaxed. Only the terrifying knight was stunned for a moment by Richard...
