As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

Classmates who had originally avoided him came over to talk to him, and occasionally girls would come to peek at him when he walked on the street, giving him silly, infatuated giggles.

Roy would always recall the polite and distant smiles, but he couldn't arouse much interest in them.

Most of these guys have ulterior motives, so how many of them are really getting along with each other?

But a certain enthusiastic and cheerful elf girl is a different story.

This guy is really here to eat for free.

After getting to know Roy, Nia stopped pretending and came over early in the morning to get a free meal. She almost ate three meals a day here.

"I don't mind, as long as Alice doesn't mind."

"What are you talking about? Alice is the best. She won't look down on me!"

Nia smiled and wrapped her arms around the little maid, pressing their faces together and rubbing them against each other, just like two cotton balls of different flavors blending together, emitting a sweet and soft atmosphere.

They have a close relationship like a pair of sisters.

Alice whimpered in distress, but didn't reject it.

As Nia's movements became more intense, the plumpness of her breasts would sometimes press against her face, making it very uncomfortable for her.

"I can't breathe..."

Upon hearing this, Nia finally let go of her hand and smiled apologetically, "Oh, sorry, sorry. Alice was so soft and cute, I couldn't help myself!"

Roy drank his coffee silently, feeling how wonderful the relationship between girls was.

Thanks to Nia, Roy can watch the heartwarming scene of girls hugging each other every morning, which offsets her food expenses.

But Roy is not completely idle.

"By the way, I have to go out this afternoon and will be back late. Just save dinner for me and don't wait for me." He put down the cup and reminded the two.

The little maid looked at Roy when she heard this, shook her head slightly, and said obediently, "It doesn't matter. Alice will wait no matter how long it takes."

"Why aren't you going home so late at night?" Nia looked suspicious, but her focus was on Roy's purpose.

"Tsk tsk, you have two beautiful girls at home and you still have the mind to go out, there's something wrong with you."

"What are you thinking about? I have something important to do." Roy complained at first, then said with a smile: "Besides, you are not from my family."

Nia immediately puffed her lips in frustration: "Tsk, you only know how to pamper your Alice."

"Alice, this guy is hiding something from us. Don't leave him a single bite of food tonight!" She hugged Alice and began to instigate her like a devil.

Unfortunately, Alice lowered her eyes in embarrassment, pouted her lips, and muttered, "No, the master will be hungry."

Roy wiped his mouth slowly, then said quietly, "Alice, if she says something bad about me again, put mustard in her rice."

The little maid nodded immediately: "Okay."

Nia: “???”

Friendship can capsize at any time, right?!

The elf girl gnashed her teeth in anger, stretched out her sinful hands towards the traitor, grabbed Alice's slender waist, and groped her: "Little traitor!"

"Ah... Master, help, help!" A rare trace of panic flashed across the blonde girl's face.

Unlike most people, Alice doesn't laugh when being tickled, but she shakes like a small electric motor, which looks surprisingly funny.

Witnessing the girls' playfulness drifting away in the faint morning light, the boy's lips couldn't help but soften.

If I could, I really want to spend every day like this.

But Roy couldn't just stop like that.

That afternoon, Roy asked for leave, applied for the procedures to leave the school, and left the magic academy.

College life is good, but he is not here just to study.

The proof of the king, that is Roy's real purpose.

As the heart of Viszea, the Citadel gathers rare treasures from all over the world, among which there must be traces of the Proof of Kings.

Roy's first stop was the Adventurer's Guild.

Compared with the major chambers of commerce and magician societies, it is the place where information flows most freely and is the most convenient to enter and exit.

However, Roy did not go directly to his destination. Instead, he went to an empty alley to change his clothes first.

Shadow of the Feint

[Introduction]: A mysterious black hooded trench coat, handcrafted from black yarn from the distant Mirkwood and infused with mysterious magical energy. Crafted by the Dark Elves of the First Age, it was awarded to the greatest Dark Elf swordsman of all time. Following the destruction of Mirkwood during the Elven Conflict of the First Age, it was lost for a time.

[Effect]: Emit extraordinary fluctuations of dark attributes, concealing the facial features and faking aura. At the same time, it can conceal extraordinary fluctuations and prevent the enemy from detecting the user's own level.

【Price 100 Favorability Points】

100 favorability points are not cheap, but they are not unaffordable.

Roy has not forgotten those cultists hiding in the dark and eyeing him covetously.

According to Rowling's notes, those guys are probably also looking for the Certificate of Kings.

Once you leave the academy where you are protected by powerful people and appear in public, you are likely to be targeted by cultists, so it is always better to be careful.

There are all kinds of people among adventurers, and blending in with them is the best disguise.

When the time comes, he will show up as the Sword Ghost, so he won’t be afraid if he really runs into a cult.

You want to capture Roy, what does it have to do with me, Sword Ghost?

Chapter 53: A-Rank Adventurer

After a while, a swordsman wearing a black windbreaker, a black hood, and his features hidden in black fog appeared at the door of the Adventurer's Guild.

The pitch-black cape, patterned with purple shadow thorns, exuded a strange and assertive aura. Though not a stout swordsman, he exuded an unparalleled presence, like an unsheathed sword. At first glance, his edge was hidden, his demeanor quiet and understated, yet he possessed an undeniable extraordinary power.

This will certainly attract the attention of many adventurers.

But when they tried to sense each other's aura, they only felt a blur, unable to distinguish between falsehood and illusion.

A new face, but not a simple one.

Many people cast interested glances at Roy.

Roy looked around and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The Academy City is still a big city after all, and its prosperity is simply incomparable to that of Duskwind City. Even the Adventurer's Guild is far from the same level.

Inside the wide gate, there is a retro interior with oak as the main color, and a bustling scene that seems to have no end in sight.

The center of the guild is the counter responsible for accepting tasks. The walls are covered with various task commissions and merit badges. The corners are filled with various extraordinary materials brought back from adventures. Adventurers of different races and attire are busy everywhere, and the entire guild is filled with visible vitality.

The most important thing is the number of extraordinary people.

Looking around, almost everyone is an extraordinary person!

Although Sequence 7 experts were few and far between, this ratio was still quite high. Furthermore, each adventurer was fully equipped, swift in their steps, and possessed a sharp gaze, far from being the third-rate morons armed with a club.

This is the Adventurer's Guild that Roy imagined!

In this situation, Roy was even a little moved.

Unfortunately, most of them were Sequence 8 and 9, and a quick scan didn't find any Sequence 7.

But just as he was about to walk towards the counter, a tall figure rudely blocked his way.

"Boy, your equipment is pretty cool. Which side did you belong to before?" A burly bald man, leaning against a pillar, asked in a frivolous tone.

From the corner of his eye, he saw several adventurers with ill intentions approaching secretly, blocking Roy's retreat from both sides.

Further away, there were people looking at them curiously with all kinds of eyes.

Although [Shadow's Vain] can conceal extraordinary fluctuations, it will emit a powerful aura.

It is normal for some people to be eager to find out what is going on when they first arrive.

This is exactly what Roy wanted.

The trash is looking for trouble, Dian!

Roy looked back and snorted coldly in a hoarse voice.

"Some things you're better off never knowing."

The burly man was stunned, and the adventurers who were suspected to be his subordinates looked at each other in confusion.

Roy passed by him without taking him seriously at all.

This arrogant attitude naturally annoyed the strong man.

"Hey, kid, you're still wearing it? Don't think you can act like a ghost just because you're wearing nice equipment!"

The burly man's face darkened and he suddenly grabbed Roy's shoulders.

The boy just glanced back.

The sturdy man's expression froze. He felt as if he was facing some kind of behemoth, while he was as small as an ant. He broke out in a cold sweat and froze in place.

It was not until Roy looked away that he let out a cry, retracted his hand like a little girl who had been molested, and fled back to the crowd in embarrassment.

"Mance! We agreed to try the new guy, what the hell are you doing?!"

"Shut up, you idiot! That guy is no ordinary person... That pressure must belong to a high-level extraordinary person!"

No adventurer would disrespect the strong. As soon as Mance said this, the boos around him instantly subsided.

"You're also a Sequence 8 veteran. Someone higher than you must be at least Sequence 7, right?"

However, Mans hesitated for a moment before saying with a bewildered look on his face, "I... don't know!"

He clearly felt the pressure just now, but he couldn't determine the other party's extraordinary level. This was really weird.

Roy came to the front of the stage and the poster girl immediately greeted him warmly.

Many adventurers were reluctant to reveal their true identities, so she was not surprised by Roy's outfit.

"Hello sir, how can I help you?"

"Information." Roy paused and said word by word in a gloomy tone, "Information about the vampire heritage."

That’s right, when it comes to finding the King’s Certificate, Roy is not completely clueless.

There is actually a treasure in "Angel's Rondo" that can match the power of an ancient demigod. Judging by the time, this thing will soon appear.

But these words left the poster girl speechless.

The heritage of the vampires is a treasure from the First Age. How can news of this thing just appear out of thin air?

In the eyes of the poster girl, this guy is most likely a noble young man who has read too many novels and has developed a second-year syndrome - there are quite a few people like this.

Roy said nothing, maintaining his image as a ruthless and taciturn master, and casually threw his ID card in front of her.

The sign girl who originally had a business smile on her face immediately changed her expression.

A, A grade? !

Although it's a part-time job, the adventurer's identity level cannot be faked!

The average level of an A-rank adventurer is Sequence 7. In other words, they are on par with many minor nobles! They might even represent some kind of faction!

The poster lady didn't dare to delay any longer and immediately started to check the documents.

But the result was as she expected.

The little girl looked up timidly and said in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, sir, let alone the vampires, I haven't heard anything about blood-sucking creatures recently."

Most of today's vampires are monsters that have inherited some vampire blood, not even vampires. Even so, they are quite rare, and it is usually a good thing to get one related commission per month.

Roy wasn't surprised.

He just estimated that the news of the blood clan's legacy would soon be spread out. Even if it hadn't, it was only a matter of time.

In the original work, the blood clan legacy only exists as a background board, and is not the main line of the yuri story, so Roy can only make a rough estimate.

Anyway, as long as I receive the message as soon as possible, that's fine.

"If there is any news about the blood clan's legacy, notify me immediately."

Roy maintained his masterful persona and casually threw a gold coin and a note to the other party.

On the note was the mailing address he had prepared long ago.