Master Lich's Knight Steward

After reviewing the secret script hidden in my heart, I nestled in the comfortable golden wool sheepskin cushion in the carriage with peace of mind.

His servant was still in shock at the absurd realism of the love story, but the Lich believed he was astounded, astounded and used to it, as he had been used to every magical miracle for three years.

That incomplete contract, or the Lich's principled repayment to the real Master Lawrence who "brought" him out of the destruction ending, was about to end, and he finally began to seriously consider the possibility of taming this servant.

He already knew that that incomplete summoning made him lose something... far more than the real name of the spell that could never be fully figured out, but what does that matter?Based on the principle of equivalent exchange, he also has something that he has never felt before.

His lovely Potato Knight Louis has a very beautiful and powerful soul, and his mentor has long taught that the strongest soul contract is never expressed with spells...

"No matter what their ending is, we are all watching the show. Can my great and benevolent master share the upcoming program with your loyal servant?"

Unaware that the person next to him was planning a complete domestication plan from a pervert to a loyal dog, the housekeeper, who had had enough of talking, simply went all out and asked what would happen to the rest of the Willinghild family.

Since the Lich was able to take out two of his enemies indiscriminately with a single potion—three if you count Lady Marianne, who was unlikely to make a comeback—it made no sense that he had no plans for the rest.

It's a pity that the Lich didn't use mind reading skills at this time, otherwise, maybe he would be very pleased to temporarily ignore a claw that made an inch of it and drilled into the magic-weave silk cloak, instead of rewarding the owner of the claw with a basin of ice-water mixture.

"Don't you have a little imagination of your own?" The lich thought that as an undead creature, he shouldn't be happy with those compliments.

Of course, if Ludwig said that he was cruel, terrifying and narrow-minded, he would definitely summon a meteor shower directly.

"I have been desperate for my self-righteous planning ability since three years ago." A fighter is a fighter, not to mention a fighter who grows from a potato field and has a head full of mashed potatoes... Ludwig, who has lamented the futility of his efforts many times Xi gave up laughing at herself, and then took a longing look, looking at the master who seemed to be radiant because the trick was about to succeed.

"I listen to your teachings."

He raised a smile, and wanted to get closer to tease his master and sweetheart who hadn't hit first base for three years, but he sat down again considering the cold water stains on his body that hadn't dried completely.

Such a blunt expression of a rogue smile that gave up brain function made the Lich angry, but at least that bit of thoughtfulness proved that the other party still had a basic IQ as a servant, and the generous Lich decided to reward him:

"We have many ways to throw them into chaos, and you, Louis, have brought me the biggest bargaining chip..."

The layout of the Lich did start very early, but it wasn't deliberate at first.

It should be said that at the beginning, he was immersed in the new experience brought to him by the unique new materials of De Meyer's land and the body full of vitality. The Lich never considered the incomplete contract—anyway, it was urgent, and after more than ten years After a massacre, he can live a life intact.

However, since Ludwig was revived, his life has gradually ceased to be confined to simple laboratories and nurseries. That kind of curiosity about the world did not start from the bookcase full of vulgar books that did not fit the nobility, but It is the soul of the resurrected who is full of hatred and contradictory self-blame.

After listening to the servant's story and reading some messy books, the lich who raised up the idea of ​​going to that eccentric high society as an avenger still chose magic as a promotion tool according to his nature.

Greedy and ignorant human beings in the low-magic world are very gullible. They seem to think that what they pay enough to get will be safe. No one doubts the masterpieces of those master alchemists—including all kinds of magical potions, including those gorgeous and harmless mutations Magical plants... no one knows that they all have obscure dark magic traits.

The cunning and cautious Lich used this method to test the world's sensitivity to evil forces, and regrettably found that even if the demons invaded again and again, these people did not remember enough lessons.

So he confidently used Victor to inject black magic elements into the Willinghild family──Vic, who thought he had completely fascinated his illegitimate brother, and even had his memory modified by a lich, believed that the two had a closer relationship Many, without a doubt, he has repeatedly asked to use potions to control his retainers and win the loyalty of the backbone of the Black Hawk Knights... This impatient and stupid man even went so far as to attack his father without conscience.

The Lich didn't know about this at the beginning, facing Victor's dirty heart, he didn't bother to read it many times.

This matter was learned from the conversation between the Archduke Osborne and the Winged Man on the dark night of the moon. When the contract came into force, the identity of the second son was exposed, but the Grand Duke was not at all annoyed. He even said that the woman who was a despicable traitor was born He will not admit any of his bloodlines.

At that time, the Lich and his servants admired the indifference of the so-called aristocratic family, and rejoiced that the sterilization medicine had been delivered last time, otherwise the annoyed Grand Duke might have to create a few more heirs.

In the end, the entire Willinghildr family was infected by black magic.

If they accept the baptism of the holy light of the temple again, this family will be burned like vampires in the sun, and black smoke will come out.

And the last thing the Lich has to do is to create an opportunity for the temple to have to dispatch its most elite power, the Trial Office.

He originally wanted to sacrifice his identity as the third young master Lawrence to create a dark blood sacrifice, but he didn't expect that the second brother Lalvin, who was ill-intentioned, would come directly to his door...

"...The matter of the lovers is just the beginning. Although the power of the winged people of the temple is temporarily damaged, they will inevitably counterattack──The first thing is to suspect the sudden change of attitude of the First Prince and Ralvin. Spells and potions will be put on the suspicion list, and then there will be faith test and evil test..."

Although not excellent in creativity, Potato Knight's brain is obviously not as stupid as he thought, at least he can make follow-up reasoning based on the information revealed by the Lich.

"The Willinghildr family will be thrown out as a scapegoat first. After dividing this piece of fat, the balance between the royal family and the other two major families of the empire will also be destroyed. The ambitious princes from all walks of life will not let go of the alliance Temple, a great opportunity to ascend to the pinnacle of power yourself."

Lawrence.Eisen's enemies will not end well, betraying Siegfried.Ann Wardry Sol.Those at Rockefeller were not going to come to fruition either, the perfect plan.

"Not bad? Now it depends on whether His Royal Highness Andre moves quickly or not." Although whether Larvin was burned to death or fled will not affect the final result, but their survival will obviously stimulate the opposition to work hard to collect evidence.

"Won't it set you on fire?"

At this moment, the man finally made up his mind to strike off the name full of divine authority and holiness from his soul, and only remember himself as the resurrected knight of the Lich Hilburton——Ludwig's identity.

So he didn't ask whether the empire would fall apart again, whether the flames of war would be ignited on this tired land—this is not a history that he, a dead person, can participate in, and whether there is war or not depends on the choice of the living.

"I won't need the identity of Lawrence soon." Of course, the body and the villa that has been completely reduced to the territory of the abyss will continue to be used. "I can create a necromancer Hilburton and let those idiots in Angola chase and kill dozens of them." Years, and then set up a blood sacrifice formation, recreating the scene of the hatred-filled apprentice who sacrificed everything back then, to justify the despair and hatred he once had.”

At least that young man with low abilities has enough faith and has never betrayed someone who truly loves him. The Lich feels that the former owner of his body is at least nobler than his brothers and father in name—the Willinghildr family He didn't even bother to taste the souls of other people.

"Then I don't have to play the butler anymore?" The man who often neglected his duties suddenly asked with great interest.

Indeed, now the lich's treasury is so rich that there is no need for careful accounting, and when the family's family is wiped out, it is enough to enjoy it for decades by looting those waste warehouses that no one pays attention to. .

Even the huge Claus Villa is gradually getting on the right track. Over the past few years, in accordance with the requirements of building the mage tower, the gradual increase of spells and magic circles makes it unnecessary for the owner to spend too much thought...so the butler is no longer a necessary position .

"Then what else can you do?" De Meyer hasn't seen any traces of dragon activity for hundreds of years. For other threats, Liches don't feel that they need a meat shield based on their own strength.

"Be a lover!" Ludwig's tone was brisk. He obviously felt that although a lich didn't need a shield, he needed a stove—especially the kind used on a bed or other places where he could lie down.

If the carriage hadn't arrived at the chaotic Saints Square, he would definitely have suffered a modified version of the lightning strike.

The master and the servant lie on the carriage window to watch the comedy climax──

Poor Lalvin, who was abandoned by his family and the temple, was now haggard and dying. His silver hair, which he had flaunted since birth, was now pale and dry, just like his handsome face once hailed as an angelic saint.But the eldest prince Andre, who was riding on the dragon blood horse, still hugged him tightly and protected him, even if doing so would prevent him from swinging his sword to fight, and would scar him a lot.

"It seems that... this Highness and his