The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

“I'm a good man. I'm a really good man. ”

It's almost become my oral meditation, and every time I say that, the audience's expression and attitude are weird and subtle.

“Oh, it's a beautiful day, very windy and sunny, especially for camping out. By the way, we Minotaurs are really not interested in grass, can we bring steak without grass next time we camp? My favorite is the three mature ones with a little blood. ”

This is the answer to which dumb cow loves beef, obviously a change of subject, but it is also the most comforting answer.

“Oh, master, you're funny, but this joke is a little outdated. ”

“Ha ha, good man? You make me laugh. You're a good man. I'm a love man!” Adam doesn't give a damn about it.

“No, it's just that Roland is a good man, and you can't be a love saint. But, Adam, your goal is high, love? Want me to build you a mayor? Palace, Hiroshi Beauty?” Soon, however, Margaret's substantive resentment made Adam aware of what was called evil from the mouth, and, uh, naturally, I told Margaret that.

Well, most people who know something about me, probably react the same way as Eliza and Adam, the idiots, think of my "good manhood” as another joke.

But in my conception, I do try to be a good person.

“As a witch, if I were to help the old lady cross the street, I'm afraid the old lady would call the city stewards to help me immediately. However, except for evil, it is also good. Killing a villain is more effective than doing ten small good deeds. Making the whole city work in order, giving ordinary citizens a good life, it's worth 100,000 good results. ”

But unfortunately, that evil witch system of mine is dead and dead, and he still lays down the daily tasks of one evil after another.

How can I be resurrected if I don't do these tasks and I can't, but as a law-enforcer, I can't do anything random, so I always have to hang my head to turn these devastating everyday tasks into pranks that don't violate the bottom line of the law.

“Driving hundreds of people to roll on the ground, breaking down despair? Try itchy hell...” The aftermath of this is that chickens in the plaza that make itchy hell win me huge tickets and ex-post costs....

“The public slaughters an intelligent creature, the more miserable the better? This is simple, it's you, cockroach lord, an intelligence enhancement technique, and then the top ten torture hospitality, huh, first the five horses are good, or the thousand knives are good. Eliza, lend me your clothes needle. For what? Of course it's a scalpel. ”

The after-effect of this was Eliza ignoring me for a week, not approaching me within three meters for a month, looking at me with contempt, when I had to yell, the exit was “Bug Master”.....

It was a natural struggle at first, but then there was the joy of fighting the city stewards, hmm? I seem to know why Snowshoe and Lilith have always joined the battlefield of intellectual bravery against the city. The ancients were right. Happiness and perversion are all contagious.

Well, as a law-enforcer, I can't always put the city in trouble, I have to find an opportunity to talk about them. Do you have the face to talk about them?

Cough, looks like it's gone wrong again. Let's get down to business.

I used to wonder why the system was so reluctant to admit that I was a good man and wondered if I would ever be an evil witch, but one day, when I roared at a criminal, I somehow figured it out.

“Do you think you're innocent of killing each other's fathers and paying for their daughters and making moral amends? You're lying to yourself! Hypocrite! ”

“Whatever you do, the crime has been committed, the pain of the victim has become a fact at the moment of your crime, and no matter how you argue and compensate afterwards, you will not be able to change the crime that has been committed. Your sins can only be cleansed if you are tried and sanctioned by law. If you truly regret it, you will come out clean and clean in a good prison and make amends. ”

Not to mention the impulsive murderer, who was given a light 15-year prison sentence for pleading with the victim's daughter.

When this case was closed, at the moment of the court's dismissal, I fell apart and the feeling of powerlessness that I had never had bothered me...

In a deserted chamber, paralyzed in a chair, covered in a head, and all I saw was the arm of the bone, which I sort of figured out.

Whatever I do in the future, the sins of the past are always on my back, the soul that died because of me is enough to fill the whole river, no matter how many people I save, how many good things I do, I am still a sinner, I can't even fool my own heart, how can I make the system admit that I have become a good man?

“On the tablet of the Codex in front of the Supreme Court, I wrote my own motto:" Only fair trials and sanctions of the Codex can be cleansed, and no one can make an exception. ”

But unfortunately, it seems that no one can judge me yet, so naturally, I can only continue to wander between good and evil, waiting for the day of judgment that may never come...

Perhaps, in my heart too, it is implicit to realize how ironic and ridiculous it is to sit in a court of law and try a small sinner who almost destroyed the world...

“Ha, I'm a hypocrite. What's wrong? I'm not talking about peace of mind or anything. I just don't think the Eichmann has yet to be destroyed. Now that the original ‘history’ has proven that there is no way to survive the Great Holocaust, let me try the hypocrite's crookedness. ”

Yes, that's how I did it, and now I'm in a little trouble.

At this time, information was received from "bystanders" attacking the eastern gate of Sulphur Mountain City, the Black Water Corps of Karon City, a pro-Garde army hummed by the owner of the city's steel-backed pig beast.

Well, "Humph" is the name of the owner of the Orc. Please respect the tradition that the Orc of the Pork called his name when the cub was born.

But unfortunately, another side effect of this custom is that if you yell “Humph, I'll fuck you X" where that pig beast gathers, then there are usually 300 or 400 humphs coming to you...

Once there was a wise man of the Flying Red Pig clan, Pig Head 3, who invented a method of numbering the names behind them to solve this problem, but unfortunately, because the intelligent pig beast often can only pull the toes up to 20, this method really lacks operability and can only be helpless.

Well, the creators are probably fair. Although the pig beasts are mentally disturbed, ugly and amazing, stinking reminders of the pig house, they are naturally gifted, thick and rough, and most importantly, very capable of being born. As long as any race goes up the number base, there will always be a mutated genius, and there will be no fewer strong ones.

The Blackwater Legion is one such example, and each recruit, selected from a thousand pig beasts, then battled each other to train, eliminating weakness and remaining strong, and eventually survived in the ten, became the glorious close guard of the city owner.

Although there are only 3,000 Blackwater Legion, with the obvious weakness of the infantry foot short run, the average rank is up to 50 silver rank, it is also a classic Orc Maniac Warrior with Shaman Priesthood combination, pork Orc Man is naturally thick, Shaman opened another bloodthirsty witchcraft, such a heavy infantry team came mad, which is countless moving meat mountains, the frontal collision is hard to resist, quite prestigious.

Of course, even in a cloudy underground world, if such a heavy regiment were to appear on the ground, at least one of the imperial guards of humanity would be the standard.

Fifteen minutes ago, with nearly a thousand heavy black water infantry and dark shamans, they stormed along the open East Gate and stormed out uncontrollably.

It seems that in order to give the underground covenant a sign, the city of Sulphur Mountain was completely taken down, and the owner of the city was also deserving, sending almost half of the house directly, and the corrupt parliamentarians were able to hide them outside the city all the time.

And the latest one against them was the first Dark Pokémon City Control Patrol Unit to receive a report, and they had only one team full of 10 people...

Covering the escape of ordinary citizens, a small group of Dark Pokémon Holy Knights all die and the Dark Pokémon are often pretty and the pig beasts are born brutally good. Colors, they don't even die...

While the bodies were devoured, played with blasphemy, and the bodies of dedicated guards were turned into animal toys, perhaps thanks should be paid to the scattered military discipline and stupidity of the pig beasts, who even began to beat each other in order to compete for the priority of enjoying the “spoils of war”.

And then, when I arrived, it was this hell of a tragedy.

“Ha, but I'm glad I'm still an evil witch system. I can be as strong and simple as I want. After all, the wicked need to be tortured by the wicked, and what else can be more wicked, more wanton and more pleasant than the thugs? ”

Cold and vicious curses resonate in the soul, endless killings are intended to roar in the mind and eventually turn into cold words.

“Kill them all! ”

PS. In order to improve the quality, the main line has been adjusted and tomorrow the two are better prepared.....