Night Crow Master

In addition to the corpses, Yate also obtained some items.

Those magic items are not very useful. Although they can be used and their functions are better in some aspects, they are not very suitable compared with the set of items that Yate tailored for himself.

Moreover, he thinks he is still human, and he does not want to accept such objects in his senses:

[Resentment Human Clothes lv: 9: A human leather coat made using 3069 Desire Containers failed products.

Passive·Pool of Desire lv9: Resentment human clothing will continuously collect the negative emotions scattered around to fill it, and those who equip it will produce various negative emotions.

Sinful Servant lv8: Up to 3069 Sinful Servants are summoned. They will not follow instructions, but will attack surrounding creatures indiscriminately, including users.

Sacrifice Ceremony lv8: Sacrifice the sinful soul in the pool of desire, and summon the devil.

————"The sins of mankind are really endless"】

Although I don't want to use it, but if it is necessary, he will not refuse to use it because of speechless reservations.

But he felt that there should be no chance to use it.

...

Ten days later.

Mercenary Guild.

Kerbers was looking at Mary apologetically:

"Sorry, Lord Mary, we don't know what happened. Mr. Rogo suddenly disappeared. We went to look for it at 12th Street, but both Mr. Rogo and the other servants disappeared suddenly."

"It's strange..." As a director, he has the right to inquire about some mercenaries' information, so he also knows Mr. Rogo's address, including the other party's previous experience and other things.

According to reason, Mr. Rogo should notify the Mercenary Guild even if there is something urgent.

Not to mention the situation where the master and servant disappear together.

Since the meeting ten days ago, Mr. Rogo never appeared in the Mercenary Guild again.

Obviously these days, he would come to the mercenary guild once a day to talk to other mercenaries.

Three days ago, it was the day when Mr. Rogo discussed departure with Lord Mary, but Mr. Rogo still did not come.

When Master Mary came to the Mercenary Guild and asked about the situation, they immediately sent someone to find Mr. Rogo.

But it was not found.

He also went there in person, and then called the sheriff, explained and proved Mr. Rogo's home.

There is no one in the whole family anymore.

All the items were there, half a pool of water was placed in the bathtub in the bathroom, and the magic items used for heating ran out of energy.

All the valuables and other items in the house disappeared, and it felt like they had been robbed.

But the clothing and other items were not taken away—it looked like they had disappeared suddenly.

They also sent mercenaries with extraordinary abilities to detect and go to Mr. Rogo's house, but they didn't find anything useful.

The sheriff asked nearby residents, but there was no record of witnessing Mr. Rogo leaving.

For the transcendental crime, Mr. Rogo had either fled or was killed.

He prefers the latter.

Did you dare to commit crimes in the county town?

Now, this matter has been put on file, and there is an additional mission entrustment in the Mercenary Guild that provides clues to the murderer.

"I'm fine." Mary shook her head. "Mr. Rogo's business is more important. I hope Mr. Rogo will not be in danger."

Although it is a pity, a pity, a pity, a pity to lose the commission of the commission worth three thousand gold coins, but compared to these, the safety of Mr. Rogo is more important... right?

"Miss, I don't think that male human being with uncoordinated soul fluctuations is not worthy of your concern."

Baqisi's voice suddenly rang in her heart.

"Incoordination?"

"With all due respect, your perception ability, Miss, is too bad. The male human named Rogo's soul is extremely uncoordinated, and the soul fluctuations and body coordination are not high."

"what?"

"Miss, your ability to understand is worrying. I already understand this. A more concise way of understanding is that the soul does not belong to the body."

"The soul does not belong to the body? What is that..."

"Miss, your social skills are at the level of Pasha, but your comprehension is at the level of Charmilles."

"...I don't even know the creature you are talking about."

"So your knowledge is extremely scarce. You need to make a plan to supplement your knowledge. Considering your current level, let's start with the introduction of creatures of the apocalypse level."

"Also, although the potential of your body has been discovered to a certain extent through the potential discovery spell, it has not been fully discovered. The human body limit in the southern region is generally ten apocalyptic weights, and your body limit is nine At the Apocalypse level, we still need to continue to explore. At the same time, please continue to collect and purchase the monster materials mentioned by you.

"By the way, please rest assured that I will assist you when improving your physical ability to ensure that you will not be contaminated by the blood of monsters and cause non-human physical changes."

"By the way, do you have any other needs? For example, adjusting the size and shape of body parts?"

"I do not recommend adjusting the breast enlargement adjustment. The excess fat will have a weak effect on the body's movement. If possible, it is better to remove the fat from the breast and other parts to minimize the impact on the body. ."

"There is a way to efficiently convert body fat into body energy in the life spells I have stored. The fat that stores energy only needs to be occupied..."

"...Shut up first, Bayliss."

Mary shut down the telepathic communication with Baqisi somewhat speechlessly.

So annoying.

I don't understand a lot of things, so annoying.

Moreover, as a woman, how can you accept it without the breasts?

"Although it's not all, but a good figure is the goal of most women."

With a deep sigh, Mary rubbed her head in some distress.

The director Kerbers looked at Mary very nervously, watching her face change uncertainly.

Although I don't care, it's impossible to care about such a large amount of commission, right?

Have to think of something...

At this moment, he saw a young man appeared at the door.

There was an enthusiastic smile on the other's face, like many bards--

"Hello, Mr. Angus."

"Hello, Director Kerbers."

Kerbers, who was temporarily unable to find a way, chose to escape, temporarily diverting his attention.

However, he didn't know that the one standing in front of him was the source of his distress.

And Yate, or Yate's appearance, touched his cheek with embarrassment--just like before, the face with the mimetic mask was not black, but flesh-colored.

Although there are still some uncoordinated expressions, if you don't look carefully, you won't notice it at all.

He behaves like a wizard who "does not do his job properly" and is immersed in music.

For wizards, as a noble, it is the right way to control territory, spells, and research as a lord.

However, not all wizards are focused on the "right path".

There are wizards like Yate who focus on arts such as music.

Many unpopular, "no value" spells were created by these shameless wizards.

Yate is not such a person. As a pragmatist, although his interest has played a part, the more reason is the effect of this spell.

However, in front of his eyes, there was one standing.

Serra held the hands of "Mr. Angus" very enthusiastically and shook it up and down vigorously:

"You are really amazing! You are also using the creation spells, right? If it is correct, it should be a clone spell such as elemental phantom, right!"

"You have a high talent for creation spells, don't you? Or do you mean that you have been conquering creation spells for a long time?"

This Sierra, a young man with short and medium black hair, didn't know if it was because of negligence or the pursuit of "artistic temperament", which seemed a bit messy.

The lines of the face are soft and neutral, and the pair of sapphire-like eyes has a strange feeling, revealing a strange sense of tranquility on the body, like whispering poetry.

Yate couldn't be more familiar with this wonderful sense of silence.

Because it originated from the poetry of the dark night.

In front of this young little wizard, the meditative thoughts he practiced were also dark night poetry.

The meditation of Dark Night Poetry, in the Kingdom of Allen, can be said to be basically a meditation that can be touched by a wizard.

And it is not a powerful meditation in itself.

Yate felt so too.

For him, not so much meditation is powerful, it is more powerful that the system can improve skill levels.

If the level of meditation is not raised, the mental power obtained through meditation, the speed of recovery of mental power, and the speed of transformation of psychic energy are all the lowest level of meditation.

And the content of this meditation contains many keywords related to the son of sorrow. It is not so much used for practice as it is used to screen the children of sorrow that may exist, especially "Eye of Hell".

Yate didn't know where this meditation came from, but he knew the inside story of the epic war, and he probably knew that this meditation was made by a powerful prophecy wizard.

He had doubted Master Edgeworth, his mentor Mercury Singer, and several other more famous prophecy wizards, but he could not be sure who it was.

Only those who meet certain characteristics can activate psychic energy through this meditation.

This poem contains the path from the apprenticeship to the fourth level of Apocalypse.

but......

Without enough life span, without enough resources, then even Apocalypse will not be able to sustain it.

It is precisely because of this that the saying "practice this meditation, you cannot reach the apocalypse".

As long as people with a little background can get other meditation ideas that are better than dark night poetry meditation ideas, no matter what the limitations of the dark attribute——

This is the reason why few people think about this meditation.

The people who would choose this meditation idea are basically down-to-earth wizards, or the descendants of a wizard who can't control the lower body, left behind.

This point is consistent with the content of the prophetic poem-"I am an incompetent blue-blooded person, a person without honor", "Some people are born noble, some people are good at praise, I am always the end of this bloodline".