The Dean Has Arrived

Loba, who was sitting behind the counter, yawned, leaned against the wall without energy, lazily looked at the pattering rain scene outside the window through his curly maroon bangs.

Birch Road has been an old block in Kraktor for some years. The ground paved with blue bricks is uneven, and many puddles will accumulate when it rains.

Except for naive children who don't understand the world and those amphibians who sneaked ashore from the harbor, I am afraid that few people will like these puddles of unknown depth, which may make them sprain their feet or splash them in mud.

Looking at the pedestrians rushing past in the rain, Luoba couldn't help feeling a little gloating.

Although it's not the season for snow yet, it's already winter after all, and if you have to run around in this heavy rain, you must be terribly cold.

While rejoicing his luck, Luoba added a few pieces of coal to the stove beside him, and then leaned towards the source of the fire himself.

If it weren't for the old acquaintance of his father who worked in the magic workshop and the owner of this second-hand shop, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to find such a good job.

Although it is called a medieval store, in fact the basic function of this store is the same as that of a pawn shop, but not long ago, Her Majesty the Empress of Huolian promulgated Act No. , Increased the punishment for the sale of stolen goods and counterfeit goods, so the owner of this shop had no choice but to set up such a shop to cover up people's eyes and ears.

The salary here is quite good. As long as I can keep working here, I will have enough savings sooner or later, marry a virtuous wife, and live a stable life.

Luoba thought wildly in boredom, and at the same time yawned again.

At this time, the string of bells hanging at the door as the doorbell gave out a crisp and pleasant ringing representing the arrival of the guests. Bring him back to his mind when he was out of his mind.

"Welcome." He tried his best to cheer up his dead fish eyes, and greeted the visitor wearing a black cloak at the door, "Excuse me, are you here for shopping, or..."

As the manager of a pawn shop, Luoba naturally has some vision.

It was raining a heavy rain that is rare in winter outside, but the other party walked into the shop from the outside, but his body was not wet at all, and his hands were empty, without any rain gear. That alone deserves to be taken seriously by Loba.

"I'm here to pawn something."

The visitor dressed in black walked to the counter calmly, put down a long box that he took out from nowhere, and then sat down on the chair for the guest without a sense of restraint.

"Oh, I will contact our appraiser now, please wait a moment."

Loba nodded to express his understanding. Then he opened the drawer. He took out a runestone used to contact the appraiser, intending to activate it.

According to the previous method, he lightly rubbed the runestones like a match, but found that the runestones in his hand were like ordinary stones, and there was no response.

Obviously, this should be the fault of the guest in front of him.

"Before then, do you mind if I ask you a few quick questions?"

At this time. The strange guest suddenly spoke.

"No problem, please please."

There was some cold sweat on Loba's forehead, and the other party came when he was the only one in the store, and blocked his means of communication. It's nothing more than wanting to be black and black...

"Are you satisfied with the life you are living now?"

"Uh? What?"

Loba was taken aback. In his mind, the other party's question should be 'Money or life? ’ or ‘Where’s your boss’ vault? ’ or something like that.

"Are you satisfied with your current life of eating and dying without any goals?"

The guest repeated his words, and at the same time he took off the gentleman hat he was wearing on his head. With a head of short black hair exposed, Luoba realized that the guest's face was surprisingly young, not even much older than him.

"Um, are you satisfied?"

Although he felt very strange about the other party's question, Loba still answered honestly.

Indeed, even though Kraktor did not become the target of the orc invasion, the influx of a large number of people affected by the disaster made this small city extremely bloated, and the situation of excess manpower and declining consumption power caused a depression in the market. In addition, Kraktor itself is not a big economic city, and there is no way to properly digest these populations. The entire city's economy has been abruptly dragged to the brink of collapse.

With a stable job like his, and a situation where he can work comfortably until he dies as long as he wants, it is definitely a situation where people from outside want to get in.

After seeing so many homeless and ruined families all at once, and comparing it with his own situation, Luoba naturally couldn't say that he was dissatisfied with the status quo.

"Then, if there is an opportunity that allows you to have an incomparably powerful power, which is so powerful that it can even compare to those who sit in the tower of the Seven Luminaries Mage... Do you want it?"

It was as if a magical voice entered Loba's ears, and then deeply imprinted into the bottom of his heart.

After finishing speaking, the guest took out a small bottle and two small cups on his own. After unscrewing the bottle cap, poured half a cup of amber liquid into the cup, and then pushed one of the cups to Loba.

"You, what are you kidding..." Luoba didn't dare to drink the cup of tempting mellow liquid, his throat was dry and his heart beat a little faster, but he still managed to smile and said.

"At that time, you could stand above countless people and possess rights, wealth, and honor that are unimaginable now... But at the same time, you will also be exposed to dangers that are unimaginable now."

The guest drank the amber liquid in the glass in one gulp, and then added half a glass for himself. Obviously the bottle was not much bigger than the glass, but the wine inside still flowed out continuously, which made people feel quite amazing: "But one thing is for sure, your life will definitely become more exciting because of it."

"But, but I'm just a guy in a second-hand shop..."

Loba picked up the cup and stammered a bit.

"Every legend starts from the ordinary."

There was a faint smile on the corner of the guest's mouth.

Stand at the pinnacle of the world and write your own legend. This is what every man dreams of.

Naturally, Naropa is no exception. He used to secretly save a lot of money behind his parents' backs to do the magician qualification test.

But the reality gave him a clear and cruel answer - he didn't have the slightest magical talent.

Even if the world is turned upside down, it is impossible for him to learn a zero-ring trick.

That's why, in the end, he lost all his vigor and settled down as a shopkeeper in this small medieval shop.

"Hey, I... I yearn for adventure... I want to be the hero in the story!"

Like the other party, he drank the amber wine whose name he didn't know in one gulp, Naropa choked, and coughed with a blushing face.

Seeing this, the smile on the guest's face became more obvious.

He raised his hat, put it back on his head, and stood up at the same time: "Then let's continue with our pawn."

He lifted the lid of the long box, revealing the single-edged long sword inside the brocade box: "I will give you a copper horn for this sword."

As if driven by something, after handing over a copper coin to the guest, Luoba stroked the long sword lightly, and a feeling stronger than blood connection came to his heart.

At the same time, there is also a powerful feeling like holding the whole world in your hands.

"Guest, what is this..."

Naropa let go of his hand like an electric shock, and raised his head at the same time, wanting to ask the other party what happened, but found that the customer had disappeared in the huge medieval shop.

Amidst the pattering rain, the doorbell did not ring, and the mysterious visitor just disappeared.

"What the hell is..."

Loba lowered his head in despair and muttered to himself, his eyes couldn't help looking at the long sword again, for some reason, a passion to hold it and travel the world emerged spontaneously...

——Mission begins——

On the first day, eighty-eight people survived as the first soul tool holders.

ps: It always feels like it has become another novel (silence

In addition, regarding the option to kill 100,000 people, the system defaults to humans, and killing orcs or other humanoid creatures will not be included in the mission (well, this is a patch...

In addition, regarding the issue of vampires, in fact, Xi Wei's thinking is too conservative (slightly petty). After this task is completed, his ideological consciousness will make a leap (probably