Dancing is not allowed on the grave

incompetent?

Seale stared at the fourth rule of the housekeeper's rules for a while.

Does Mr. Steward have feelings for him other than master and servant?

He got up to the driving seat in front of the carriage, squatted down, and asked Lancelot in a low voice, "Mr. Steward, do you have any special feelings for me? Family, friendship?"

Lancelot asked imperceptibly, "What does Your Highness wish?"

Syl frowned, "Could it be that what I wish can be what it is?"

"Indeed."

"..." Syl suddenly lost interest.

He can obey his master's will even when he has any emotions. Mr. Lancelot is indeed a housekeeper without emotions.

The carriage quickly stopped at the entrance of the cemetery, and Searle dragged three big sacks into it.

As if aware of the breath of life, the undead of the townspeople gathered one after another.

Along the way, the sack was torn apart by the stones along the way, but Searle didn't notice that the gap was getting bigger and bigger, and finally the face of Baron Mace, which was frozen blue and white, was exposed from inside.

Seeing that face, the originally clumsy and slow undead suddenly changed.

They were all directly or indirectly killed by Baron Mace, and now the enemy who took his life was right in front of his eyes, and his pupilless eyeballs slowly overflowed with blood-like scarlet.

Sharp fangs grew from the mouths of the undead, and their nails became pointed and long, glowing with a blue-black dim light.

There was a chill on Syl's back, and only a scream was heard, and the undead rushed towards him frantically.

It was pitch black in front of him, and he couldn't see anything, only heard the sound of sharp fangs tearing flesh, and a puddle of blood fainted in the darkness.

Bloody red gradually filled the field of vision... Something broke in my mind.

【Guarding the Cemetery (Completed)】

[Congratulations on passing the novice trial! 】

"Oh, my lovely child, well done." It was the voice of a young man, "Learning to solve problems by killing is your first step into the world of undead."

Syl had a splitting headache, "Who are you?"

"Honestly, I'll be dead when you hear those words. But I guess you have to ask, who am I?"

"I am Noah, the past owner of this place, I believe you have read my letter carefully."

"I think you must be wondering why I asked you to inherit such a barren land, and in order to protect this barren land, you need to complete a hopeless task-in fact, this is a little bit I set for you Little test, boy, I hope it didn't bother you."

"In this world of death, don't easily believe anything you see and hear, including those who have been protecting and guiding you. Use all the means you can think of to achieve your goals, don't care about the rules, they are used to restrict living."

"Of course, if you can get to this point, I believe you have understood the laws of this world. There are more mysteries in this land waiting for you to discover. Keep working hard, my lovely heir."

Noah's voice disappeared, and what followed were fragments of memory.

In his memory, Syl saw the original appearance of that magnificent castle...

Noah was born in an aristocratic family, but he has been weak since childhood and has no affinity for elements.

At the age when other noble boys rode horses and hunted, Noah locked himself in the castle all day long, studying those obscure ancient books.

His spirit is extremely fragile and sensitive, and he often suffers from insomnia. Even when he falls asleep, he can always hear a deep call from the ground in his dreams—it is an incredible power that makes Noah feel afraid, so he does not Really dig.

Until his parents were framed by opponents in the aristocratic party struggle, and died one after another, leaving him as a weak and useless heir to the title.

Noah watched his enemies step on the bones of his parents to be promoted to nobles, and even attended their funerals in fancy clothes, pretending to mourn for himself.

From then on, hatred filled his life.

Noah led his servants to the cellar and dug deep the soil beneath the castle, which took half a year.

Just when he was about to give up, the Necronomicon appeared in front of him...

After using the necromancy magic to kill his enemy without anyone noticing, Noah couldn't help but fall into this mysterious world of death.

The mysterious text buried deep in the ground, the taboo ritual circle, the long black table filled with alchemy potions... Scenes flashed through Searle's mind like a fleeting image.

【Death is not the end, but a new beginning - welcome to the world of death. 】

He suddenly opened his eyes and found himself lying in a coffin.

The sky is gray, the clouds are black, and everything in front of me seems familiar.

Syl rubbed his temples, and found that lying on his hand was a parchment map that had disappeared since seeing Lancelot, and a blood-stained brass medal with a scepter engraved on it.

He vaguely remembered that it was worn by Baron Mace on his chest.

Syl picked up the badge, and a row of prompts popped up immediately.

[Props obtained: Baron Medal (not equipped)]

[Baron Medal: A symbol of the Baron status of the Augustinian Empire, accumulating 1000 reputation points, can be upgraded to a second-class viscount, current reputation value: -1000/1000]

Searle: "..."

It seems that Mace's medal has not gone away, and his reputation has lost to a critical value.

... so what about others?

Searle recalled the scene that happened before he fell asleep, and still felt lingering fear. He rubbed his temples and sat up from the coffin.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a desolate color on the entire cemetery. Baron Mace disappeared, and even the ghosts of the townspeople disappeared. Only the piranhas in the cemetery reminded Syl that what he experienced was not an illusion.

Searle unfolded the map and found that a part of the land turned green, marked with miniature piranha patterns. Searle poked it, and a row of operation options popped up: watering, feeding, harvesting, and pulling out.

"..." What is this?

Manor era?happy farm?

Syl thought about it and chose to water it.

【You have no servants to dispatch! 】

Searle: ...OK.

By the way, where did Mr. Butler go?

He looked for the icon representing Lancelot on the map, but he couldn't find it. Instead, he found a tombstone-shaped button in the upper right corner of the map.

After touching it, a list of options will expand, and Searle clicks on the first hammer-shaped icon.

[Your gold coins are insufficient, the upgrade failed! 】

He pressed the second and third icons.

【You have no servants to dispatch! 】

[This function has not been unlocked, so stay tuned! 】

Syl tried all the way, and finally clicked on an option smoothly. After a closer look, it was the synthesis pool.

On the right side of the interface is the alchemy pool with runes engraved, and on the left side are cards that can be synthesized.

[Plant Card: Piranha X3]

Facing this familiar interface, Syl knew how to operate it without a tutorial. He dragged the piranha card into the groove of the alchemy pool with ease.

The green gleam on the plant card injected into the originally dull spell pattern, and the alchemy pool flickered for a moment, but instead of bursting out the light that Searle expected, there was a hoarse "click", and the card shattered.

【congratulations!Synthesis failed! 】

Searle: "..."

The three piranhas that were originally fluttering in the wind disappeared, and the graveyard was empty.

Others can turn a bicycle into a motorcycle if they try it out. How could he return to the pre-liberation period?

Searle put down the map depressedly, and saw the ghost carriage parked at the entrance of the cemetery, and Lancelot came down with a basket.

It turned out that when he was asleep, Mr. Steward went to the town to purchase seeds, and brought back a black letter with the Fire Emblem on the seal...

"Abyss party invitation?"

Lancelot was silent, "Your Highness, this is Miss Melotti's wedding invitation."

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Thank you Yuyu, the fleshy mines, and the blank nutrient solution!