Chapter 380 Count Dimos
The night spent in Exile Town was an extremely unforgettable night for the members of the Prosperous Church visiting group and the holy priests.
As soon as the visiting group settled down in Living Lane, undead spirits continued to come and harass them.
That's right, harassment.
Not long after the group of people settled down, the dead came to their place without treating themselves as outsiders at all, touching and looking around, curious about everything and finding everything new.
When the white-robed ascetic was fetching water for washing, some undead followed closely behind him, stretching out their dirty claws to touch the flail on his back.
The paladin took off the heavy breastplate and placed it by the window. Some undead tried to reach out through the window to take the breastplate away.
The Paladins with the most equipment were especially the hardest hit by harassment. They were followed in and out by the Undead, had their rooms broken into by the Undead, had their equipment snatched away by the Undead and run away...and many other jaw-dropping things happened time and time again.
Fortunately, Anthony and others knew the habits of these undead spirits. A group of former thieves had been squatting nearby with weapons in hand, watching them eagerly. Whenever they spotted any undead with ill intentions, they would rush up and hack them to death. At least they avoided making a joke of letting their guests be openly robbed on their own land.
Thanks to the strict defense of the former thieves, when the undead found that there was no advantage to be gained and no missions to be received, they left in disappointment, and the dusty armor of the holy priests had been rubbed clean...
"Our undead sometimes have a vague concept of the ownership of other people's property, but it is easy to get rid of them. Just chop them to death."
Anthony, who had been guarding the guests' belongings for the whole afternoon, found Andre before leaving for dinner and reminded him, "Although they are not very polite, they still follow the rules. If they are killed when they do something wrong, they will not come back for revenge."
Andre, whose room had been broken into by several groups of undead and who had seen Anthony hack to death several undead without being retaliated against, nodded stiffly.
Anthony walked a few steps towards the cafeteria, then turned back and shouted, "Remember to close the door and lock it when you go in and out! If the undead pester you, remember not to pay attention to them, otherwise it will be very troublesome!"
Andre: “…”
Andre really admired the "locals" who could live in this town of the dead for a long time.
After summoning the non-commissioned officers and ordering them to pass on Anthony's instructions, Andre went to invite the visiting group members to go to the cafeteria next door.
Most members of the visiting group traveled light, with their luggage consisting mostly of documents and papers. They were not much harassed by the undead this afternoon and were in good spirits.
But at night, the members of the delegation could not escape the "trouble of the dead"...
Count Dimos, who was a bit older, was not as energetic as the young people. After eating the dinner provided by the Undead Canteen, he came back to wash up, lit the candles prepared in the guest room, read a book for a while, and then prepared to go to bed.
Not long after lying down, Count Dimos was awakened by the "ping-pong-pong" sound of weapons colliding and got up in a daze.
The butler who was in charge of taking care of Count Dimos' daily life also lived in the same room. He stood up and lit the lantern: "I'll go out and take a look."
Not long after, the deacon came back with a look of astonishment and reported to the count: "Sir, many undead have gathered in the square in front of the cafeteria next door!"
Count Dimos: “???”
The sounds of weapons colliding and the occasional "crackling" and "cracking" sounds always came from the same direction, and there was no sign of them approaching the living area. Count Dimos thought about it, put on his coat, got out of bed, and walked out to see what was going on.
There were many other people who were also woken up and came out of their rooms in confusion.
With the support of the crowd, Count Dimos walked out of the living area consisting of several rows of bungalows and was shocked to see...
Under the dim moonlight, there were indeed countless undead souls gathered in the dark square.
The moonlight was not very good and there was no other light source nearby. At first glance, the whole square seemed to be in chaos, as if a fight was taking place.
But once you get used to the darkness and look carefully... you'll find that most of the undead aren't fighting, they're just gathering together, as if waiting for something.
Few of the undead walking back and forth took action, and their weapons were neatly tucked into their waists or carried on their backs.
The source of the sound of weapons clashing came from a few undead who were fighting each other. Although they were called a few, there were too many undead in the square, at least thousands, so the number of undead fighting each other was not a small number...
The square in front of the cafeteria is in a great location, very close to the Mage's Guild (Town Hall), Knight's Guild, Fighter's Guild, Cross Street Teleport Point, and the entrance to the Spider's Lair; plus, in the "game" there will be no civilian NPC activities nearby after dark, so it naturally becomes a dedicated team-forming area for online players during this time period.
During the team formation period, it is very common for people who are too busy to rest to exchange skills with each other, plant a flag and practice single combat - not to mention waiting for the team formation, there are many players who will want to plant a flag while waiting to fight the BOSS.
After all, for PVP players, there is nothing more exciting and impressive than sparring with others when there are many people around...
For the native residents of Exile Town, this is a very common sight, but for the guests coming from afar, this scene is so weird!
It was late at night, the moon was dark and the wind was strong, and the undead gathered near where the living lived, sharpening their knives - if everyone had not already eaten two meals prepared by the undead during the day and received the friendly hospitality of the town of the dead, the holy priests might have had to pack up their bags and run away overnight with the important visiting group!
Count Dimos used the greatest courage of his life to order everyone to keep quiet, quietly retreat back to the alley, and asked Andre to send someone to find Anthony who had received them during the day.
Anthony hurried over and saw many holy priests wearing armor. He said with a smile, "Look at me, I actually forgot about this. Don't worry, the undead are just forming teams. Once they form teams, they will leave the town to hunt spiders in the underground nests and monsters wandering outside the town."
The letters Brother Lowell wrote back only mentioned major events, and did not introduce the "characteristic" of the undead liking to hunt dark creatures.
Count Dimos, Paladin Andre, as well as the Shiga nobles and holy priests present, who heard this for the first time, all showed expressions of extreme shock.
"Don't you know that the Tarantan Undead love to hunt monsters?" Anthony was also shocked when he saw their reactions.
Andre shook his head stiffly. Count Dimos asked dryly, "I've only heard that... the Tarantan Undead seem to be good at dealing with vampires?"
"They are not good at it, but they like it." Anthony said, "As long as it is a monster that can be killed, they are extremely enthusiastic. They help the Odysseus family fight vampires and help the Gold Coin Church deal with difficult cases, just because these guys are particularly enthusiastic about it."
"As you all know, Tarantan is a land that is prone to the breeding of monsters. This is why our undead prefer to stay here when they have nothing to do. The monsters around the town and the Desolate Stronghold have almost been killed by them, and they are exploring further away."
When Anthony yawned and went back to sleep, Count Dimos and Andre both saw strange lights in each other's eyes.
Love hunting vampires, hunting demons, hunting monsters - love hunting the undead creatures of darkness!
An unspeakable thought suddenly came to Count Dimos and Andre's minds...
In the western part of the Nabarron continent, the Death God Sect that has covered the sky with one hand and has been secretly encroaching on the vanguard of the prosperous church diocese for many years. Aren’t they all kinds of dark creatures!
Thinking of this, Count Dimos' breathing couldn't help but quicken a little.
After all, the earl was a member of the royal family, and Andre was a paladin who was over ninety years old. The two of them were not so out of control of their emotions. They looked at each other and then looked away, calmly telling everyone to go back to their rooms and rest.
By the second half of the night, the noise coming from the direction of the cafeteria square became much smaller, but it did not completely disappear and continued intermittently.
Count Dimos, with his head full of chaotic thoughts, fell into a drowsy sleep in the second half of the night.
He got up at dawn, washed and changed his clothes with the help of the butler. Count Dimos thought for a moment and ordered the butler to invite the young master of Viscount Lowell.
Not long after, Lance Jermay Lowell, the nth generation great-grandson of Brother Alfred Lowell, came to Count Dimos's room with dark circles under his eyes.
Count Dimos looked up and down the descendant of Brother Lowell, who had been hastily crammed into the delegation by the Holy Land of Prosperity before its departure, and felt mixed emotions.
Unlike other noble families in the duchy, Viscount Lowell's family was not dependent on a certain earl, but instead they operated two small towns in the western border of the duchy.
This eccentric style allowed the Viscount Lowell family to pay 10% less tax, but it also made the Viscount Lowell family out of place in the aristocratic circle of the duchy.
The reason why the Lowell family was able to keep the territory without relying on a certain earl was because they had a living ancestor.
The line of Viscount Lowell still relies on the protection of this ancestor, and other nobles of the duchy have no right to laugh at the Lowell descendants for being useless - the black-robed ascetic Alfred Lowell protects more than just his descendants.
The only regret is that the living ancestor of the Lowell family is not a magical artifact to protect the country and the religion, but a living extraordinary and powerful person.
As a member of the royal family, Count Dimos knew very well that the most senior black-robed ascetic monk was still alive. This was both a good thing and... not so good thing for the prosperity of the church and the Principality of Shiga.
The secret meeting with His Holiness the Pope before departure flashed through his mind . Count Dimos quickly suppressed his complicated emotions and smiled kindly at the young man who seemed a little nervous. "Every time I see you, I am always stunned for a moment, Lance. You really look like Brother Lowell. Your eyes are exactly the same as the monk's."
Young Lance had no idea what the distinguished Earl in front of him was planning, and an expression of joy that was hard to conceal immediately emerged on his face - for the descendants of Brother Lowell, "like Brother Lowell" was a supreme evaluation.
