Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Zaka Norman, still looking young at the age of forty, with a well-trimmed beard, thick hair, and charming pale green eyes, is of standard build, well-mannered, and personable. Admittedly, this is a charming Rhine gentleman popular with women.

When Captain Clark introduced Yang Qiu's identity—a knowledgeable and enthusiastic spellcaster, Baron Norman, who was sitting upright on the high-backed chair, became visibly embarrassed, his eyes wandered, and he switched legs uncomfortably He raised his feet and touched his nose subconsciously.

This reaction simply put the extremely difficult question he wanted to ask for help on his face.

During the time from entering the door of the VIP room to sitting down, Yang Qiu had already looked at the baron from head to toe.

As far as the group of aristocratic men is concerned, the baron's first impression of him is not too bad-the monocle case is in the breast pocket, the thumb and the second knuckle of the right middle finger are facing the thumb There are smooth calluses on one side, and there are some very pale ink marks on the fingertips that have not been washed off completely.

Obviously, the baron's hobbies are more inclined to the direction of literature and art, and the so-called "nobility" based on arrogance and arrogance is much less than those nobles who spend their entire lives on pleasure.

In front of the famous "Nightmare Butcher", he can still concentrate on his own experience, which can also prove to a certain extent that the baron is very confident in the cleanliness of his butt... Of course, it may also be blind confidence, after all It is always difficult for men with a certain status to recognize how much they really have.

"I have some impression of the surname Norman." Yang Qiu is more patient with literary youths, and said with a smile, "Around 950, when I traveled through the Rhine Kingdom, I heard that there was a man named Arabet Norman. The Baron of Mann held an exhibition of Mrs. Marion's statues, but unfortunately the exhibition was over when I heard the news, so I didn't have the opportunity to appreciate the collection of the Norman Baron."

"That's my great-grandfather." Baron Norman exhaled softly. The caster in front of him was older than his deceased great-grandfather. Baron Norman's embarrassment eased, "Great-grandfather is very obsessed with Marion. Mrs. Marion's statues, and made a will to gift Mrs. Marion's work to an avid collector like him after his death."

The fate of Mrs. Marion's early death in her youth added a tragic color to her works, which made the price of this statue artist from the Norsk Commonwealth continue to rise in the 200 years after her death. They are sought after by each other... For Mrs. Marion herself, I don't know whether it is luck or misfortune.

With Mrs. Marion as the topic, they chatted a little about the cultural traditions of the Norman family. Baron Norman dismissed the servants and butlers who were serving by the side, and the only guests left in the VIP room were Captain Clark and Yang Qiu. Only then did the baron bite the bullet and tell what happened to him one by one:

"...In retrospect, the source of all this should be the incomplete travel book I got three years ago."

"Compared to my father's love for classical literature, I am more interested in imaginative and incredible legendary novels and travel notes. I think this kind of story-like genre is more vivid, easier for people to accept, and easier to spread all people's knowledge. A beautiful thing to look forward to."

"I openly collect all kinds of circulating or non-circulating legendary novels and travel notes in Port Moses. If it is an orphan copy that has been lost, I will be happy to pay a price that matches it."

"Three years ago, in the summer of 1030, a dark-skinned Sokri sailor approached my steward and wanted to sell a roll of parchment that he picked up while salvaging a sunken ship in the southern part of the Sokri Empire."

"That Saukri sailor's asking price was not high, and my steward paid the money directly."

Yang Qiu interjected, "Is this the housekeeper who accompanied you?"

"No." Baron Norman shook his head, "That was an old housekeeper passed on to me by my father, who died of illness last year." After a pause, the baron added, "It was a normal death, his heart has not been very good , the death certificate issued by our family doctor after personal inspection."

Yang Qiu nodded slightly: "Continue talking about the roll of parchment."

Baron Norman took a low breath, and it seemed that this roll of parchment cast a great shadow on him: "That roll of parchment is missing a part, and the characters written in some kind of waterproof ink are not the common language, but It's an old southern script."

"I spent a lot of energy searching for information, and I asked my father who is proficient in classical literature to help translate it. It took me about half a year to decipher part of the content."

Baron Norman paused for a while, took out a palm-sized notebook from his jacket pocket, turned to a page, handed it to Yang Qiu, and said with some uncontrollable emotions: "The content deciphered is really ordinary, Mr. Spellcaster, it doesn’t seem to be something related to the unknown mysticism, otherwise I wouldn’t have explored it in depth, and even when there were... unusual clues, I couldn’t get in touch with this in the first place Come up!"

Yang Qiu gave Baron Norman a soothing look, expressing that he would trust him, and took the notebook over.

The content deciphered on the parchment was transcribed in the notebook with a handsome pen, and it looked exactly as the Baron said, very ordinary, like a rambling trip recorded by a sailor with a low education level during a boring voyage The diary records the customs and customs of some coastal cities thousands of years ago, records the famous food and women in certain port cities, curses the bad weather, complains that the sour rum tastes like horse urine, and even prefers a better parent to their parents. The complaints of Chengqi's brother are also written in it.

No matter how you look at it, these contents are just the travel notes of an offshore voyage handed down by a Sokri crew member who lived before the popularization of the common language and had some basic literacy. Not to mention it is related to occultism, half of it is related to the sect church The words never appeared.

Yang Qiu quickly browsed through it first, then read it carefully from the beginning, and closed the notebook.

It can be determined that what happened to Baron Norman has nothing to do with "words".

Scholars and Wenqing are indeed the people who are most likely to be affected by mystical books that have not been confiscated by the church, and Baron Norman obviously will not be so irrational. Not only will he ask the family doctor to check the cause of death of the butler who has been linked to the parchment, He would also take the initiative to seek help from the church—the church in Port Moses could not solve his problems, and he would go to Innatrix without hesitation.

"The question should be on that roll of parchment, Baron, do you still have it?" Yang Qiu returned the notebook to the other party.

"... burnt it." Baron Norman said awkwardly, "After some inexplicable things happened to me, I replaced the utensils I usually use, and disposed of all the things I thought were suspicious... also Including this scroll of parchment."

Yang Qiu nodded, this is also the normal reaction of a normal person after encountering a strange event unexpectedly: "Let me see where the abnormality you encountered is reflected."

Baron Norman took a deep breath, got up from the high-back chair, first called in the two servants outside the door, asked them to stay by his side, and then began to undress.

When the baron took off the shirt on his upper body, Yang Qiu, who had often wandered in the Dimensional Demon Realm and seen all kinds of strange monsters, couldn't help being startled.

Norman's body, which can barely be called fit and handsome by ordinary standards, is wrapped around a... like a relief, very "thin", but very three-dimensional, humanoid monster.

If it weren't for the fact that this monster was the same color as the baron's body skin, it would make people wonder if the baron had some special habit of wrapping a piece of monster skin around his body.

What's even weirder is... This monster seems to have life - when it sensed the sight of Yang Qiu and the grinning Captain Clark, its pair of flesh-colored eyeballs turned to where the guest was, and a triangular face appeared The mouth-like slit gave out a dull growl like a wild beast threatening the enemy.

The limbs of the monster wrapped around the baron's body also seemed to be able to control the baron himself, making the baron rush towards the guest uncontrollably.

The two muscular male servants seemed to have gotten used to this situation. One left and one right fixed the baron's figure, and expertly quickly put on and buttoned the baron's shirt for the baron whose body was not under control.

Blocking the sight of the monster with clothes, the control of the baron's body returned to him. He seemed to have collapsed and let the servants help him put on the fine woolen sweater, vest, and coat, and was helped to sit back on the high back. He rested on the chair for a long time before picking up the teacup with slightly trembling hands.

"...That's it." Baron Norman couldn't hide his despair, "At first it was just a small area of ​​skin that was slightly raised. I thought it was some kind of skin disease, but I didn't expect... Dear Mr. Spellcaster, I need your help .”

"It's really rare!" Yang Qiu stared at the sad baron with bright eyes.

Captain Clark coughed quickly to remind Yang Qiu to pay attention to his mood: "Mr. Yang, do you know what is going on and is there a solution?"

Yang Qiu slightly restrained his attitude of treating the baron in front of him as a rare treasure, and nodded with a smile: "Monsters that parasitize on the surface of humans or animals and are shaped by the flesh and blood of living things are indeed recorded in the monster book in the ivory tower. "

It's just that I haven't seen a living host—out of politeness, Yang Qiu omitted this sentence.

Baron Norman suddenly raised hope: "Mr. Spellcaster, is there any way to save me from this situation?"

Yang Qiu thought for a while, and said: "Generally speaking, there are two ways for monsters from the dimensional demon world to come to the material world. One is through unstable space-time cracks or demon summoning circles. The only path to the plane. Second, the powerful big demon projects part of its own power into the material world, affecting a certain area rich in magic power, allowing the avatar to form, or plundering the native biological body born in the material world to shorten the avatar formation time .”

The magic power of this material world is indeed abundant, but it is still incomparable with the magic power saturation of the Dimensional Demon Realm. Even the Tarantan Wasteland, which is rich in magic power and frequently has unstable space-time cracks, can only produce middle and low-level monsters , there are not many high-level monsters.

For a lord-level great demon, the risk of the main body passing through the time-space rift is very high. Even if it wants to come to the material plane, it can only project a clone.

"The situation of Baron Norman belongs to the latter." Yang Qiu raised a finger, "If I'm not wrong, it should be thousands of years ago that a powerful demon projected part of its power onto our world. Parasitized on a lamb. It’s just that the big demon projected just now is very weak, and the parasitism takes a long period of time. The lamb’s sheepskin was made into parchment to interrupt the first round of parasitism.”

"Next, this roll of parchment fell into the hands of a certain Saukri crew member, and was buried in the sea because of the shipwreck, until it was found in the hands of the Baron by chance."

When Baron Norman heard the word "big devil", he was paralyzed in his chair...

Spellcasters are very particular about the words used to describe them, and the word "great devil" is not used lightly—in other words, he is finished!

"There is no need to despair, respected Baron." Yang Qiu said with a smile, "You have obtained that roll of parchment for more than three years without being killed by a parasitic monster, and the parasitic demon that borrowed part of your flesh and blood to form it has lost its wisdom. , only instinct is left, there is only one possibility... During the thousand years of waiting for the chance to parasitize, the main body of that great demon has already died in a certain dimension of the devil world."

In a chaotic place like the Dimensional Demon Realm, even a few demon kings can be changed in a thousand years, let alone a lord-level demon.

Baron Norman clutched his chest and panted heavily. Fear and happiness intertwined. He begged in pain: "Please save me, this lucky bastard. Dear Mr. Spellcaster, I am willing to thank you with all I can bear!"

Yang Qiu's smile is more cordial, as long as he is willing to pay, he can say anything.

Lich Envi's lonely guy was able to learn to take orders and do business because of his influence-he is the black magician who is most enthusiastic about helping others!

If it weren't for the great hatred with the Lieyang Church, he would have already saved enough money to build the mage tower!