Master Lich's Knight Steward

Flattering.

"This is my saber," Ludwig explained affectionately, fondling the dark, bumpy ugly sword, and kept it carefully until he returned to Klaus Villa: "Although I don’t understand how it ended up in the public auction, but I don’t want to arouse any suspicion—because when I was betrayed by Anthony, I was surrounded by the demon army, and when I ran out of ammunition, I used it to kill myself.”

The revived who almost ruled the world, but unfortunately believed in the wrong person and lost his life, became angry when he mentioned it.

"Oh, your taste back then was...subtle." Looking at the ground dragon skin sword that seemed to have acne, the Lich sighed euphemistically, and stared at it with pity.

"Gah?"

No matter how much resentment there is, it is difficult to maintain it in front of a nonsensical off-line lich. Ludwig helplessly cleared himself of the crime: "Actually, it was not like this. Every generation of the Rockefeller family is a born warrior. And to get the recognition of the holy sword bestowed by the God of Light on the family. I got it when I was 16 years old, the indestructible "Claire Light"! It is my pride... I am too stupid to use it to commit suicide, making it become It looks like this..."

Ludwig lowered his head sadly and guiltily.

"That is to say, I think the image of this sword is better now?" Lich said half jokingly. He didn't like Ludwig's depressed look, and he didn't like his affectionate and tenderness when facing a sword. Soul metal play.

After hearing the description, he could of course guess that it was a magic item with an imprint. After injuring its owner, it was backlashed by the curse, but that didn't stop him from hating lifeless, soulless things because of his petty possessiveness. Metal.

Ludwig, who was in a mess because of the sudden appearance of his most glorious and saddest witness, missed the little mental fluctuation of the Lich, which made him beat his chest and jump endlessly in the future.But now all his thoughts are spent on thinking about how to restore the love sword...

Ludwig, who was in a mess because of the sudden appearance of his most glorious and saddest witness, missed the little mental fluctuation of the Lich, which made him beat his chest and jump endlessly in the future.But now all his thoughts are spent on thinking about how to restore the love sword...

See, yet another downside of soulless items revealed is that you can't tell it you're ok and stop self-punishing.

So the knight, who recalled enough of the past years, finally remembered to ask his master for advice. At this time, the neglected young master Lich had already gone to play with the semi-finished alchemy he had bought.

"Master Lawrence..."

"Oh, there is a small error in the magic circle here. The maker is really stupid. Even the Mooney magic pattern can be drawn wrong, so I can only release a first-level breeze technique..."

"Dear Master Laurie..."

"Oh! This guy is not smart, but he is quite smart! Describe standard spells with alchemy graphics. This research direction is worth recording..."

"My great wise and omniscient Lord Hill..." the butler was almost desperate.

"Oh, don't call that name in De Mayer."

The lich finally raised his head with an innocent face, and carefully put those gadgets into his pockets—everything he said just now was sincere, De Mayer’s primitive alchemy actually had many interesting attempts, if not With such a fly beside his ear, he wanted to go into the lab right away to study it.

"What did you call me for? Is it time for dinner?"

The lich really didn't mean to pretend to be stupid and embarrass others by saying this. He really didn't remember why he put on a pose and turned a blind eye to the servant.

That little sprout of emotion just disappeared in the endless ocean of knowledge...

"... Cough, it's about this sword, can you do anything..." Fortunately, after getting along for a few months, Ludwig already has a little understanding of his master, otherwise he might be so angry that he would vomit blood.

"No way." Before Ludwig could finish his sentence, the Lich simply admitted.

Then, without waiting for the housekeeper with too complicated circuits in his head to think too much, he explained bluntly: "There is a specialization in the art industry, Louis, you asked me to make a twin brother of this sword. It's very simple. Once the curse passes, it's over, but Purification? Don't you think it's too embarrassing for an undead creature?"

Not to mention purifying an imprinted weapon from the curse caused by killing the lord, even if he holds Linstarui's Code of Light, he can't even cast a basic blessing, okay?

"Oh, that's it..." The disappointed butler slumped his shoulders, and his tall and straight body seemed hunched.

Ludwig, who knew that his identity was sensitive and could not send his beloved sword to any temple, silently put away the sword, and went to perform the duties of a housekeeper with three steps and a dazed expression.

In the end, seeing his decadent appearance, Lawrence couldn't bear it anymore. The most important thing is that this guy was in a trance and put the seasonings indiscriminately, which caused the whole tongue of the lich, who didn't need to eat, but had learned to enjoy the taste, to be numb until now. !

Not to mention the despair of looking at the property on a whim, but seeing the account book that was painted into a ball of ink that night.

Since he would not bless the cleansing cleric skills, the Lich decided to use his wisdom to save this lost soul.

"Louie, listen to me, in fact, there is no solution to this matter..."

Master Lich, a rare nocturnal creature, didn't spend the night in the laboratory, but went to block the sleepwalking butler with empty eyes.

"What is it?" His blue eyes sparkled at the sound of hope.

In fact, after being resurrected as a servant of the Lich, Ludwig gradually became indifferent to many things. He used to be unable to accept even a little ridicule and never bowed his head. He even accepted the title of Potato Knight. What is there to bear? of?

But the sad and ugly appearance of the holy sword kept pricking his nerves, reminding him that there was no reason for his betrayal. The traitors can take advantage of it.

It can be said that the appearance of the love sword is a scar... If he wants to maintain a good mood for a new life, he must heal it first.

"It may be a bit slow, but I think you don't mind waiting..." The lich tilted his head and squinted his eyes. He didn't need mind reading skills, and the faint telepathy between master and servant could let him understand Ludwig Greek stick to the root.

So although there are other faster ways, let the weapon go the old way of the master... just a great story!

His irresponsible decision.

"Louis, do you remember those potatoes in the cellar?"

Letter from the four mentors

After burying the sword that has completely become a community of destiny with the owner into the potato field, after the improved potatos that doubled the absorption of elements worked part-time as senior priests, the life in Claus Manor calmed down again.

Butler Ludwig has given up fighting against fate, and started to make various dishes based on yams... Although this seems to have gone to another extreme, at least it can help him use the barren marching menu to buy cooks. Spending is postponed until after the autumn harvest.

Other than that, he is free to waste his time—such as practicing martial arts, going shopping in Mecca, seducing frivolous girls by the way, and so on.

As for the young master Lawrence whom he was supposed to be around all the time──Master Lich is currently shutting himself in the laboratory, with the words "Keep close to strangers, death and injury at your own risk" written directly on the door panel.

Knight Louis, who hadn't tested the magic resistance of his new body, had to send the dinner plate to the door and retreat downstairs every time.

"What a waste of his beautiful skin!"

During the war years, Ludwig had seen a portrait of Princess Alice of Essen, a beautiful blonde with blue eyes, but without the unique charm of a lich.

Unlike the fierce and passionate Alice, and also different from his cowardly and feminine predecessor, the lich's mysterious temperament and dangerous power make him challenging and make the strong want to conquer.

Ludwig regards conquering his lich master as the highest goal of his long life in the future, and he doesn't worry about whether he will be conquered first in the process.

Anyway, I am also his now, the whole person including the soul...

The man with the real name of the spell engraved on his skull and soul thought indifferently, in the sum of his two lives, he has never pursued something regardless of gains and losses!

In the fully enclosed laboratory, the lich shook his hand, and the perfect and complex magic circle trembled, then exploded with a "bang" and returned to nothingness, and the experiment had to start again...

"Damn, it's the third time!"

When no one is around, the elegant and gentle young master Lich is also capable of swearing.

He is quite inquisitive about the study of liches, but repeated defeats and repeated defeats are not his style, so Master Lawrence reappeared in the world and wanted to change the environment to think about what went wrong.

Then he heard outside the castle, his dear housekeeper's angry shouts.

"Your Excellency, what are you doing like..."

Wearing a gorgeous dark green velvet robe embellished with silver stars and diamond magic patterns, the young master of the manor held his head elegantly, deliberately elongated the aristocratic and arrogant tone, and stared at Ludwig dressed as a farmer with his ruby ​​​​eyes—for Imbued with moisture and magic, the fields were cultivated low enough for the lich to ignore the lamentable height difference between the two bodies.

In fact, even with messy hair and sweaty face, dressed in rough fabrics, and dark blue work pants covered in mud, Ludwig's image is still charming, but he has changed from a handsome noble housekeeper to a handsome trainee farmer. .

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