"Damn it, how dare that little bastard!"
Pompede returned to his room angrily, but the moment he stepped into the room, he couldn't help shivering.
It wasn't because of the cold. Although the fireplace in the room was not lit, the aristocratic fur on his body was not only good-looking, not to mention that it wasn't too cold in the castle, even if he walked outside in the heavy snow, he wouldn't be frozen. arrive.
What made him shiver uncontrollably was the cold and evil energy permeating the room.
Then he noticed that in the depths of the room, a man wearing a black windbreaker and a hood covering most of his face was sitting comfortably in his recliner.
"Who is it!" Bombide held his sword calmly, and then asked in a deep voice.
The next moment, a green flame burst into flames in the fireplace, and the jumping flames even spread out of the fireplace, licking the surrounding wall bricks.
A miserable green light immediately filled the entire room, with a faint smell of sulfur in it.
The door closed without wind, and automatically locked with a click, which made Pompede even more nervous.
"Long time no see, young master of the Fart family." Until this time, the other party slowly got up, and slightly saluted Pompede with a non-standard, even casual gesture: "You seem to have met someone recently. There's a little trouble."
The familiar hoarse voice made Pompede involuntarily sink his face. It was the guy from the Secret Eye Society who had been in touch with him all the time: "It's you? How did you get into the castle!"
"It's not important." The other party replied in a hiss, while slowly approaching Pompede: "Don't you want some 'little things' that can solve your current predicament?"
"small thing… "
Pompede's expression was a little shaken.
The other party took out a small bottle from his windbreaker while the iron was hot. The bottle was a glass bottle of poor quality, filled with a viscous liquid like honey: "This is it."
At the same time, Bombide also noticed that the opponent was wearing thick leather gloves.
The windbreaker, hood, gloves, and the looming leather jacket and pants, this guy almost covered all his skin tightly.
"what is this?"
Bombed asked warily.
"Good stuff." The other party didn't answer Pompede's question directly, but cunningly changed the concept: "It can give you power that ordinary people can't get in a lifetime, just pour these into your mouth and drink it with a slurp, then Even the bishops of ordinary churches will not be your opponents."
The hoarse voice seemed to have magical powers, and Pompider involuntarily took the small bottle with his hand.
"Yes, that's it. If you accept this, you will be able to take everything you own!" The other party hissed in satisfaction.
But Pompede's not so firm will is still making the final resistance.
"Then what's the price? What's the price!"
"There is only one price." The other party's eyes met with Pompede's: "Become our kind."
Pompede fell into an ice cave.
He had suspected for a long time that the other party was not a human being, but it was only now that he was completely sure of this. It was a pair of amber color without any emotion or warmth, with reptile-like black vertical slit pupils in the middle.
demon.
For some reason, Bombide remembered the kind of characters that only appeared in the bedtime stories his father read to him when he was a child.
That's utter evil, and a character of great power.
Even the protagonist in the story is often unable to kill the demon, and can only choose to exile it, or follow the method left many years ago to reseal it.
"No, I refuse!"
After a while, he seemed to have been electrocuted, and wanted to return the bottle of hot potion to the other party.
"No need to be afraid. After working together for so long, you should also be very clear that we will not force you to make this choice." The other party did not answer, but continued to use the tone full of delusion, and said slowly: "You should keep the potion first, think about it carefully."
After speaking, his body turned into black dust and dissipated into the air in the room, leaving only a silver mirror on the recliner.
Then even the flames in the fireplace turned back to their normal orange color.
Looking at the potion in his hand, Bombide walked to the fireplace with a complicated expression, as if he was considering whether to throw the potion into the fire and burn it.
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on his door.
"Who is it?" Bombide subconsciously put the medicine back into his pocket and asked loudly.
"Young master is me, your personal guard captain." The people outside replied.
At the same time, Pompede had already opened the door, and seeing the captain of the personal guard with a smiling face, he felt annoyed for no reason: "What happened?"
"We found two prisoners who sneaked into the sub-castle."
"Discovered?" Bombide frowned, sensing something in the other party's words: "Didn't you catch it?"
"Well, they were trapped in the small concert hall by us, and the other guards are arresting them, and there should be results soon." The captain of the guards answered honestly.
"Is it a small concert hall?"
Bombed walked towards the room swaggeringly, and the captain of the personal guard quickly followed.
As a result, before entering the room, they heard a loud voice yelling, "Even if the infiltration is discovered, they will never give up the infiltration mission! Look at Xi Bei, this is my infiltration method!" Be brave and benevolent!"
Then when Pompede and the captain of the personal guard came to the small concert hall, they saw a fat man with blood all over his body laughing wildly, chasing and beheading the fleeing guards, and beside him was a thin man who was crying and crying for some reason. "Brother Special Shurop!" ', while still making up for the man who was cut down by the fat man.
Naturally, they don't know that Bravery and Success is one of the core skills in the early stages of the sword master's battle madness route. Simply put, it is to continuously burst blood on its own, and the lower the blood volume, the stronger the buff on oneself, and the duration of the skill The longer it is, the faster the blood burst will be. Even if there is a nurse at the back, it will not be able to pull the blood line.
Just looking at this scene, Pompede twitched his mouth and asked the captain of the bodyguard: "What the hell did you call this infiltration? They almost knocked down all my bodyguards! Why are you just watching? Do you want to betray me! Hurry up and stop them! Otherwise, that fat man will beat ten of them!"
The captain of the personal guard who was scolded bloody head hurried down to help, he himself is very good in martial arts, he can be regarded as the level of the chief knight in other small noble families, so he was not beheaded by the berserk special Shurop Under the horse, although the other party sprayed his head with blood again, he succeeded in killing the other party in the end.
The remaining Xi Bei was naturally alone. Under the siege of the guards, he tried his best to kill the two guards and shouted "enough" and was hacked to death.
Looking at the tragic scene in front of him, Bombide turned pale with anger.
However, he didn't know that at the same time when most of the defense forces of the sub-castle were turned to deal with the two intruders, a mage had taken the opportunity to sneak into his room and stole some letters...