overlord the summoner of miracles

Brian walked down the road with a knife on his shoulder, towards the address given by Gerjeff.

Although Gerjeff said that the man could help him, Brian didn't think so.

He didn't want to gain any more power, but he needed to regain the heart that was trying to become stronger.

Even the most powerful businessman can only sell some powerful items for him. And no matter how strong it is, can it be stronger than the "magic knife" on his waist?

But since it was kindly introduced by Gurdjieff, let's take a look, and then politely refuse when the time comes.

"Is anyone at home?"

There doesn't seem to be anyone in the luxurious mansion, maybe the main family is out, but isn't there either?

Brian looked at the address given by Gordjieff again, and confirmed that it was correct.

"It can't be that Gordjieff made a mistake......"

Brian muttered and walked away, and the demons in the shadows around the mansion saw him leave, and only then ended their vigilance.

If Brian chooses to break in just now, these guards in charge of security will take him out at the first opportunity.

There was really no one in the mansion at this time.

There are only three people living here, Claude, Sebas, and Soluchan.

Among them, Sebas and Soluchan pretended to be aristocratic merchants from the empire, and searched for information in the name of opening up trade routes in this area.

So they both went out.

Claude was paving the way for something, settling here temporarily, and now he is still away.

Brian returned in vain, and after seeing that it was not too late, he planned to casually wander around and kill time.

In the past, he was bent on becoming stronger, and he never thought about anything else. Although he has walked in the streets countless times, the expressions and words of passers-by have always been ignored by him.

Except, of course, when it comes to intelligence that can be strengthened. However, ordinary passers-by generally do not have that kind of information in their mouths.

Now, having lost his heart to become stronger, he once again stepped on the streets of the royal capital, listening to the cries of roadside vendors and watching the crowded crowds, he couldn't help but have a different experience.

"Sir, could you please let me go? A

calm voice came, it was a personable old man in a tuxedo, with a gorgeous hair and beard very decently, he should be the housekeeper of a large family.

Brian turned away embarrassedly, a little annoyed.

Although I no longer practice martial arts, I am inevitably too slack, and I didn't even notice an old man approaching, if I was someone with bad intentions, I am afraid that I have already suffered a sneak attack.

"Thank you for your courtesy. The

old man bowed slightly in thanks, and then continued to walk his way with his hands behind his back and with a dignified manner.

This old man must be quite old with his hair, but he still walks with a breeze, seemingly moving slowly but vigorously, and he has already gone far in the blink of an eye.

Brian couldn't help but move slightly as he looked at the old man who was far away.

That man has a unique temperament, he is a rough man I can't describe it, but it just makes people feel awe-inspiring, like a great warrior with a firm goal and faith in his heart.

By the ghost, Brian followed in the footsteps of the old man. If you ask him why, he can't tell, maybe he wants the weathered old man to guide him as he loses his way?The old

gentleman was so fast that Brian found it a little difficult to keep up with him if he just used it.

"It seems that I am really lazy, and I can't even keep up with an old man after not practicing for a while? But this old gentleman must have been a good fighter when he was young, and even at this age he was still in good health. "

The old man walked into the magic props shop, this is a special store opened by the magic guild in the royal capital, all the magic chantors who join the magic guild can put the magic props they make in the store for sale, the guild only takes a handling fee and a commission of 10%, it is quite a conscientious shop.

Brian didn't follow up, after all, if he went in directly, he should be found to be following, and he hadn't figured out how to talk to people, and it would be troublesome if he misunderstood.

But before he could wait, he found the old man coming out again, still holding a beautifully decorated bag in his hand.

The contents of the bag, judging by Crane as it stands, are magic scrolls.

"Buying so many scrolls at once, it seems that it is really a big family.

Klein sighed and continued to catch up.

At this time, Sebas, who was being followed by him, found that the little tail was still following, and his eyes gradually became sharp.

"Lead the way. His

shadow moved, and seemed to split something out.

It was Claude's assigned guard, the Shadow Demon.

However, with the strength of Saibas, it is more suitable to be a guard dog than a guard.

The tail in the back had been following him, apparently for some purpose, and Sebas was going to find an alley to solve the matter. However, he was not familiar with the king, and he did not know where to find a suitable place.

Then, the shadow demon needs to lead the way.

Klein didn't notice that the old man had changed direction, after all, he was not familiar with the royal capital, and if it was Gerdjieff, he would have found out that the destination of the old man's route... It seemed to be a dirty place, and it didn't match his proper dress.

Gradually, the road was no longer wide, the air was filled with some disgusting smells, and even the sky looked dark because of the light.

Klein is no longer familiar with Wang Du, and it is time to find out the problem.

It seems to have been discovered.

Thinking of solving the problem before the misunderstanding became a big problem, Brian planned to come forward and apologize to the old man and explain it in detail.

At this moment, a side door was opened, and a sack was thrown out.

Coincidentally, it happened to be at the old man's feet, so that some indescribable filth on the sack was stained with the old man's shiny leather shoes.

"Huh?"

Sebas looked down the bag, revealing a human inside.

A woman, a poor woman who was naked, with dry skin, blood and unknown nausea fluid sticking all over her body.

Sebas could feel her breathing weakly, and with the appearance of her, she was like a dead man.

When Master Ainz gave him the order to avoid any extraneous complications, it was better to ignore this kind of thing.

It's just that the woman who struggled to breathe reached out and grabbed his trouser leg.

"Can I trouble you to let go?" asked

Sebas, still with a graceful demeanor, and an impeccable gentleman. It's just that some people are more scenic.

"Hey, old thing, stay away from that!" came

a strong man out of the side door, Race Bass was a head taller, and his iron muscles were very intimidating.

Of course, that's for the average person.

"Old thing, you're deaf, aren't you? Or did your master not have a long mouth and didn't teach you etiquette? Get out of here..."

The man scolded and walked over to pick up the sack, but suddenly felt his feet in the air and his jaw hurt hotly.

Crane, who had planned to rush over to help, looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

"What the hell is this guy......