The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

A civil war of "Wood Spirit Super Cute Mercenaries" ended in five minutes. There are four more "Elite Transforming Dead Spirits" in my army of Dead Spirits,...

Don't get me wrong, I didn't kill them, I didn't have to kill them.

I just told him that I was on a special assignment from Wood Spirit, gathering intelligence as a Dead Spirit Mage... these guys believe me!

Yes, they immediately believed, they didn't hesitate to write, and then they blackmailed me and said, "Surely there must be a lot of justice points, as a great and righteous saint, you can never swallow, we all have blessings to share, let's do the mission together”, and then I handled two random sentences, and they volunteered to join the mixed team.

“These rotten meats are disgusting. ”

Being stuck all over a pink piece of meat, coupled with my deliberate makeup skills, today's barbarian, Argan, has turned into a stinking corpse monster.

The stinky backbone, full of stinky rotten meat, and the poor fat underbody without pants, the intestines have dragged outside, the wrong chin, while walking around the corner of the mouth is still dripping blood, it is a perfect aggravation!

“In fact, according to my professional characteristics, I should disguise myself as an elegant bloodline! Walk between the roof and the shadows under cover of night and harvest the lives of the assassins of hostile bandit unions with daggers. ”

“Elegant? And how are you so familiar with this rooftop war scene? Are you talking about the legendary novel" Assassin "? ”

“Well, that's when I read the book and chose to be a thief! ”

From that irresistible nod, I felt the pit father more and more. I was hesitating to tell him that the novel was also the product of my commingled writing fees. All the way to YY and Long Aotian, all kinds of logical errors were quite significant, but because it was very pleasant, but somehow it was very popular. Truly follow the life style of the novel's protagonist to become a handsome thief, and died a hundred times in a year.

But looking at this thick smiley face, while lamenting the fact that this guy is still alive, I think it would be better not to ruin the third view of people. Well, definitely not that it would be very troublesome if the other person was ashamed and angry.

“Is the dream of being a highly-going thief? ”

Considering the size and weight of this guy, I think if he really jumps forward on the roof like a novel protagonist, it's not about concealment, it's about the solidity of the house... when something happier is done in the middle of the night, all of a sudden a huge thing breaks through his ceiling, falls from the sky, and is deaf... well, I've never tried it and it's not stuck on the ceiling!

The thought of this big guy 'also’ being stuck in the floor and ceiling suddenly made me feel good! Perhaps the next time he can try it, he'd better wear a red cotton padded jacket and a big beard, and when he's found, he'll be able to say, "Oh, I'm Santa Claus, and only a good boy can receive my gift. What, it's summer? I'm sorry, I was wrong. That goddamn sperm compass is so unreliable, and that stupid unicorn doesn't even know to remind me! I'm flying the wrong hemisphere! ”

Cough, looks distracted again, to be honest, this is my exclusive collection of complete gift pack to enhance the look of evil, perfect for powerful warriors, both windy and practical, that strong rotten meat and protruding eyeballs, can also increase the charm value for the witch.

“… Roland, we'll talk privately later, and I think you have some misunderstandings about the witch. ”

Well, it seems that I accidentally said bad things in front of the client, remembering the former king of witches, the more and more skilled one meow, two licks, three cute screams... I mean, the cat family commonly uses one puff, two bites, three ends, I need to seriously consider how to explain it.

Cough, I think I'm distracted again. Let's get down to business.

Under the guise of my Dead Spirit Theme Skin Gift Pack, the Wood Spirit Super Cute Team, um, the one who just founded the Wood Love Team, today's team members are completely devoid of the appearance of the living.

Argan, already mentioned, was wearing a hateful coat, and Reverend Betty was wearing a cloak to summon shadows, disguising himself as the shadow priest of Death, a handsome elf bard, disguised as an equally handsome lineage, and painted with a little blood disguise, a brave and brave dwarf aunt... still a very bossy dwarf aunt!

I really can't hang this. I don't have enough makeup. I really can't think of a bucket size that is hundreds of kilograms but less than one meter and four, but disguised as only rotten flesh and skeleton. Which one is more suitable? If it is also disguised as hatred, then only an insanely minded spirit magician would make such a microscopic corpse.

“Blood clan? I'm afraid the True Blood will cry for me if I have a blood family of this size. ”

Of course, in the end, I found a way to put a weird face shell on her and disguise herself as an overweight ghost. Although she still has the short and bold shape characteristic of a dwarf, if any other spirit magician saw it, she would only think it was a dwarf conversion, and there was a problem with the conversion.

Of course, the premise... is that the old lady is willing to put down her barrel! There's a corpse carrying a barrel this big! From time to time, he secretly scoops two glasses to solve the problem.

But I know it's impossible to persuade them to give up this “luggage," isn't there a proverb that says, "It's impossible for a dwarf to put down his glass and for the elves to give up their art and pride. ”

“What a shame, these ‘skin gift bags' are masterpieces and money free products of conscience, these guys are so unrecognizable. Well, sooner or later, we'll have to find a bad businessman to catch the pit rookies. They just put on a hat and eyes and put on some messy gifts to sell as a new skin gift pack with my conscience. ”

“Don't make a comparison, the obligation to help is good, don't make so much of it. ”

Well, while this bunch of pits doesn't seem to be too strong, at least I don't have to distract myself from manipulating them, which can be added as an added force, and of course, for some reason, I'm a little distracted from them.

“The mole? Dead spirits can lay traitors among the living!? ”

When I presented the information I had just received, the surprises of the people were not disguised. In the notion of ordinary people and most adventurers, the dead were a group of beasts who could not communicate. They would attack everything in front of them. How could such beings lay traitors among the living? Perhaps even if they were traitors to these bloodthirsty dead spirits, what would they gain?

Of course, this point of view also shows that most people in this adventure group are really just rookies. The Siro Empire has a lot of probes in the human kingdom. For the aristocracy in power and wealth, the biggest enemy is death, and having them practise advanced life extension is killing them, and the spirit conversion ceremony is probably the easiest way to achieve "immortality”.

Even if it doesn't satisfy the ugly body of the dead, there are elegant blood families as an alternative, and if you want to walk in the sun and draw on the life of others, blood festivals and other unbridled evil rituals, you can also satisfy the demands of those guys.

Not just those decaying aristocrats who lost their future senior adventurers because they thought they were disabled, drooling elderly people who had been at a level for more than a decade, or magical geniuses whose natural properties were dark, dead spirits, could all get a lot from the dead.

Not only is this true of the Empire of Silo, but it was also true during the everlasting night, when every day the living came to cast their own ballots, including those who practised darkness, curses and other non-mainstream powers, and also just “black villains? This sounds cool” two fools, if the former, I would be happy to put them in the ash camp, if they could survive to prove their abilities, and they would achieve their wishes in exchange for equal value. If the latter, they would be included in the ash camp as well, just in advance of the death spirit conversion... if not mainstream, converting to a ghost is also not mainstream, at least they can disgust their opponents.

Faced with the surprise of these boys, I hesitated for a moment to organize a language before speaking.

“What can be gained? I'm afraid it's a lot faster than you think, like strength and endless life expectancy, if you're willing to pay a price, it's a lot faster than walking. After all, in many cases, evil roads come much faster than straight roads, if they are reckless. ”

If I look at the thoughtful people in front of me, I haven't said much. The reality is always cruel. I'd rather save this “tuition” and make the necessary precautions in advance than believe that other adventurers are my own companions.

Soon I got the message I was hoping for from a new library of servant skull magicians.

“A little man in a cloak with an inky green snake-shaped dagger with a dark smell on him? Your left foot is a little limp. Does it look like it's still hurt? ”

I turned my questioning eyes to my “teammates," who, after all, should be more familiar with the adventurers here than I was when I first arrived.

Then there are those who look to the sky, and there are those who look at their weapons, and there are no answers, and obviously these guys are unreliable, or they are simply not interested in other adventurers, nor are they collecting intelligence from other adventurers.

He shook his head helplessly and took the letter that Kuro handed over. In a sense, it was still very ironic. The spies placed by the deceased among the living were mistakenly handed over important information to the spies placed by the living among the dead.

The yellow envelope is very light. It seems that ordinary correspondence is sealed with red beeswax and can be opened as soon as it is torn, but from the magical fluctuations implicitly transmitted therein, there is also a common small organ. If the recipient does not know the normal method of opening the letter and opens it randomly, the correspondence will self-destruct, and the person who arranged the small organ will also know.

But to me, this little thing means nothing.

Gently, a little bit of ice seals the seal, bringing absolute zero degrees of ice to permanently sleep, leaving this body permanently asleep as well.

Torn the envelope, but boring digital ledger on the paper. It seems to be a common digital password. There is no need to interpret it against various cryptographic books. Although it may take some time to figure out a way to interpret it, I have tacitly learned how to interpret it, but...

“I don't think you've ever passed either your password interpretation or your basic math. ”

Yes, even in the cloud tower of the year, that irritating number, engineering and the construction of elemental magic, spell models could not escape.

But… what is basic mathematics! Your basic mathematics actually has calculus and 3D geometry, didn't you know that I chose my law profession in my previous life just to not learn that hateful high number!

“… as a literary student, math and all that is so annoying, even higher numbers in different worlds are even more annoying! ”

However, as a poor student who has been on the verge of failing and failing for a long time, I actually have a lot of similar dreams.

“Miss Heroise, it's all up to you! I can only count on you. ”

“... that's when you think of me. ”

Yes, although I failed in basic disciplines, I accompanied Grandpa... Grandma (in a cat protest)... teacher!

“… the Woodlings plan to expand… the realm of Dream Forest, expecting… to launch the program on the second Sunday of May, the third day of the letter…”

Heroise's translations have become more sophisticated, obviously finding out the pattern of the codes, but the cooler I listen, the more they know about the level of secrecy, and it is clear that the mole has at least mixed into the top of the adventurer.

But it is precisely because of such a harsh reality that I tacitly have a clue, perhaps, that I can count on it!