The Dean Has Arrived Chapter 471: Sign a contract with me and become a soul ambassador

Loba sitting behind the counter yawned, leaning against the wall without energy, lazily looking at the patter of rain outside the window through his chestnut-colored natural curling bangs.

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

Except for the innocent children and those amphibians who sneak up from the harbor, I am afraid that no one will like these unclear depths, maybe they will get to their feet or splash a muddy puddle.

Looking at the pedestrians who rushed past in the rain, Loba couldn't help feeling a little gloating.

Although it has not yet reached the time of snowing, it is already winter after all. If you have to run around in such a heavy rainy day, it must be freezing enough.

Fortunately for his luck, Loba added some coal to the heater beside him, and then he leaned against the fire.

If it wasn't for his old acquaintance who worked in the Magic Workshop and the owner of this middle-aged shop, I am afraid he would not be able to find such a good job.

Although it is called a Zhonggu shop, in fact, the basic functions of this shop are the same as those of a **** shop, but because not long ago, the Queen of Li'an issued the 62nd in order to rectify the slightly chaotic public order after the orc invasion ended. In Act No., the penalties for the sale of stolen goods and counterfeit goods have been increased, so the owner of this shop had no choice but to set up such a shop to hide from others.

The salary here is pretty good. As long as you can keep working here, sooner or later you will have enough savings to marry a virtuous wife and live your life in peace.

Loba was thinking boringly and yawning again at the same time.

At this time, the string of bells hanging at the door, acting as a doorbell, made a crisp and melodious ringing on behalf of guests coming to the door. Bring him back to God outside the wandering things.

"Welcome." He worked hard to cheer up, trying to make his dead fish eyes look more energetic, and greeted the visitor in the black cloak at the door: "Are you here to buy something, or... "

As the owner of a **** shop, Loba naturally has a bit of foresight.

It was raining heavy rain, which is rare in winter, and the other person walked into the shop from outside, but his body was not wet at all, and his hands were empty, without any rain gear. This alone deserves Loba to take seriously.

"I will **** something."

The black visitor walked gently to the counter, put down a long box that was scooped out from somewhere, and 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 understanding. Then he opened the drawer. Scoop out a rune for contacting the appraiser, intending to activate it.

According to the previous method, he gently wiped the runestones like a match, only to find that the runestones in his hand were like ordinary stones, and there was no response.

Obviously, this should be the ghost of the guest in front of you.

"Before that, do you mind if I ask you a few small questions?"

At this time. The strange guest suddenly spoke.

"No problem, please please."

Some cold sweat leaked from Loba's forehead, and the other party came when he was the only person in the store, which also hindered his means of communication. I just want to eat black...

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

"Uh? What?"

Loba was taken aback. When he wants to come, the other party’s question should be, ‘Do you want money or kill? ’Or ‘Where is your boss’ treasury? That’s right.

"Are you satisfied with your current life of mixed eating and waiting to die without a goal. Are you satisfied?"

The guest repeated what he said, and at the same time he took off the gentleman hat he wore on his head. Showing short black hair, Loba discovered that this guest's face was unexpectedly young, not even much older than him.

"Um, are you satisfied?"

Although he was surprised by the other party's question, Loba answered honestly.

Indeed, even if Clark Tor did not become the target of the orc invasion, the influx of a large number of disaster-stricken people made this small city extremely bloated, and the surplus of manpower and the decline in consumption power caused the market. In addition, Clark Tor is not a big economic city in itself, and there is no way to digest these populations. The economy of the entire city has been dragged to the brink of collapse.

For a stable job like him, and it's a situation where you can work comfortably until you die if you want to, it is definitely someone outside who wants to come in.

Suddenly saw the scenes of so many displaced families ruined and destroyed, and comparing his own situation, Loba naturally couldn't say that he was dissatisfied with the status quo.

"Then, if there is a chance, you can have an incomparably powerful power, which is so powerful that it can even compare to those who are sitting in the tower of the Qi Yao mage... Would you want it?"

The magical voice of Lufo reached into Loba's ears, and then deeply imprinted in his heart.

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

"You, what are you kidding..." Loba didn't dare to drink the tempting, mellow liquid, his throat became dry and his heartbeat accelerated, but he managed to laugh.

"At that time, you were able to stand on top of countless people, with rights, wealth, and honor that you can't imagine now... But equally, you will be exposed to dangers that you can't imagine now."

The guest drank the amber liquid in the cup in one gulp, and then added half a cup to himself. It was obvious that the bottle was not much larger than the cup, but the wine in it still kept flowing out, which was quite impressive. Feeling magical: "But one thing is certain is that your life will definitely become more exciting because of this."

"Yes, but I'm just a middle-aged shop guy..."

Loba held up the cup and stammered.

"Every legend starts from the ordinary."

The corner of the guest's mouth was filled with a wistful smile.

Stand on the pinnacle of the world and write your own legend. This is something every man has dreamed of.

Loba is naturally no exception. Once, behind his parents, he secretly saved a lot of money to qualify as a magician.

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

Even if the world turns around, it is impossible for him to learn a zero-ring trick.

So, in the end, he will lose all his vigor, and he will work as a shopkeeper in this small middle-aged shop with peace of mind.

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

Lobba choked and said with a blushing face and coughing after he drank the unnamed amber wine in one sip as the other party did.

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

He lifted his hat, put it back on his head, and stood up at the same time: "Then continue our pawn."

He lifted the lid of the long box to reveal the single-edged long sword in the brocade box: "I will use a copper reel for this sword for you."

Lufo was driven by something. After handing a copper coin to the guest, Loba gently stroked the long sword, and a feeling that was stronger than blood connection surged. His heart.

At the same time, there is a sense of power as if holding the whole world in your hands.

"Guest, is this..."

Loba let go of her hand like an electric shock~IndoMTL.com~ At the same time, he raised his head, trying to ask the other party what was going on, only to find that the customer's figure was no longer seen in the huge middle-aged store.

Amid the patter of rain, the doorbell at the door didn't ring, and the mysterious visitor just disappeared.

"What the **** is this..."

Loba lowered his head in despair and muttered to himself, looking at the long sword involuntarily again. For some reason, a passion for holding it and exploring the world came into being...

——The mission begins——

On the first day, eighty-eight survivors of the new soul equipment holders.

ps: I always feel like it has become another novel (silent

In addition, regarding the option of killing 100,000 people, the system defaults to humans, killing orcs or other humanoids will not be counted in the task (well, this is a patch...

In addition to the question of vampires, in fact, Xiwei’s thoughts are too conservative (a little bit of a little bit of a bit). After this task is completed, his mental consciousness will take a leap (probably