"How to do it?" Downton did not lose his cool. There is no such thing as a free lunch. Even if you pick it up, you have to weigh it to see if it will break your big teeth.
"Since legal professions can summon demon servants through magic, you can also summon them through divine magic!" Homer was excited.
The beautiful and gorgeous magic flame style forms the name of a magical spell, and its detailed introduction is clearly displayed on the title page.
Repentance of the dead can purify the bodies and minds of evil creatures, allowing them to become devout believers and repent and atone for the sins they have committed.
"This is a dragon-slaying magic. You only need to sacrifice three thousand souls to get it. You really made a lot of money!" Homer laughed, "This problem is finally solved!"
"Is divine magic so powerful? It can actually change the beliefs of the dead? Doesn't that mean there is no evil in the world?" Downton was stunned.
"Common people, you have misunderstood. The failure rate of this magic is very high, almost one in a thousand. It is only useful for those ghouls and abominations with low intelligence. If they were replaced by death knights, you would definitely be the first."
Time has been chopped into pieces!" Homer really wanted to roll his eyes. The new owner was too stupid. It seemed like he had to give him some lessons to cram in some knowledge.
"Let me tell you, how can you give those evil lichs a shot and make them change their minds and become good people? No, they are undead!" Downton was relieved. Although magic is a miracle of God, it is not omnipotent after all.
"Stop talking nonsense and sacrifice quickly. It's enough to deal with those ghouls." Homer urged.
"Not to mention that I can't even afford this magic with just my underwear, how embarrassing it would be to bring a ghoul servant out!"
Downton felt a chill at the thought of those ghouls covered in tatters and covered with maggots that would be with him in the future, and he was afraid that his appetite would be much smaller in the future.
"You can have a demon servant that others can only use when they reach the Judgment level. What an advantage this is. You may have to change it later!"
"Don't force me to use foul language. I'll chop each of these unadvanced garbage ghouls without even breathing." Downton was depressed, "It would be nice if I could confess to a ghoul lord."
"Daydreaming!" Homer scorned.
"Okay, then the basic ones are fine, right? They don't even have the strength of the first-level soul, so what do I need them for? To pollute the city?" Downton racked his brains, thinking about their advantages.
"When you reach the war level, or find soul-type magic equipment, you can confess to the elementary ghoul, otherwise you will wait for the backlash and be hunted down!" Homer was depressed. If he was not on the verge of collapse, he would not
Speaking of elementary level, even the ghoul lord will confess to you!
"Yes, you can find even tearing dragon teeth, and maybe there are even better magic costumes. You know, the luxurious suites are all occupied by rich and powerful nobles. How come there is no self-defense equipment?" Downton thought casually,
Ready to continue hunting, "Robinson, you must not go to the top floor!"
"Hey, in this critical situation where you can die at any time, you actually have no choice. With one more ghoul servant, your survival rate will increase a lot." Homer persuaded with earnest words. If Downton dies, it will be safe again.
I don't know how many years it has been sleeping.
"Even if I want to sacrifice, I don't have a soul!"
The soul stone is a must-have for adventurers, used to preserve the souls of killed prey, but a poor man like Downton obviously cannot afford it.
“It’s okay to be in debt!”
Seeing Downton getting up, dragging the Torn Dragon Fang and waiting at the door, ready to leave, the grimoire quickly flew in front of him and projected large characters.
"Huh? This is that god. He's too miserable, isn't he?" Downton couldn't help laughing.
Those who offer sacrifices are deeply afraid that if the sacrifices are not good, the gods will not show favor, but I have never heard of anyone offering credit.
Even the weakest gods are mysterious and look down on all living beings. They don't have enough sacrifices and won't even glance at you.
"One month, as long as you sacrifice three thousand souls in one month, you can get this dragon-slaying magic!" Homer also had a black line on his forehead and felt that this god was too cheap.
"I feel like you are just a middleman. Can you ask the god if I can get a 30% discount?" Downton just teased, but Homer suddenly fell silent.
It's a bit weird to have a grimoire floating out of thin air.
"It can't really be possible, can it?" Downton is very self-aware. With his current strength, even if people ask about Homer's origin, they won't tell them, and they will leave an impression that they are ignorant.
"You can get a 30% discount, but the time has to be shortened to twenty days." Homer suddenly projected words, startling Downton.
"It's really possible!" Downton was a little dumbfounded, waved his hand and wrote another line, "How about 50% off? I guess I am its first customer in thousands of years, right? There should be some discount, right?"
"Common people, don't push yourself too far!" Homer's words were so angry that they were out of shape.
"Who are you dating? Aren't the souls I saved all yours?" Downton tapped the grimoire with his fingers, "How stupid."
Homer was at a loss for words. When he thought about it carefully, he realized that this was really what happened, and he immediately fell silent.
Downton suddenly felt a little uneasy. If he didn't have a trump card, it would be difficult to kill the three Robinsons and leave this dungeon.
Since he was bound to die sooner or later, he might as well give it a try. Downton leaned against the wall, thinking about how to maximize the advantages of being a cannon fodder like a ghoul.
"It agreed!" Homer reported the results of the negotiation, "Fifteen hundred souls, paid in twenty days!"
"Come on, give me magic!"
As soon as Downton nodded, a golden arrow suddenly appeared from the page and shot into the center of his eyebrow.
Boom, Downton felt as if his brain had been hit by a battering ram, his vision went dark, he staggered back a few steps and almost fell down.
"How do you feel?" Homer asked with concern, "The martial arts, magic, and divine skills obtained through sacrifice will be directly imprinted into the mind, so it will be very painful."
"Very good!" Downton felt some more spells in his mind, and made a spell-casting gesture, preparing to release the undead to repent.
"Stop, this magic consumes a lot of magic energy. With your reserves, you can use it three times at most!" Homer quickly stopped, "Your magic energy is used up, and you need to meditate for six hours to recover."
Downton wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and was overjoyed. The longer he delayed, maybe Robinson would explore the luxurious suite first, and he would not even be able to drink soup by then.
"Sacrifice can only teach you how to repent of the dead, not master it. If you want to be a master in battle, you must keep practicing." Homer was worried that Downton would become addicted to it after tasting the sweetness of sacrifice, so he solemnly reminded him.
he.
"Understand, things gained through sweat are the most real!" Downton believed deeply in this. Only by practicing martial arts to the point where they are as instinctive can they be easily mastered and exert their maximum power.
Downton rushed out of the guest room and carefully moved towards the top floor while listening. He was eager to bump into a ghoul now.
Being in a dungeon filled with undead creatures, Downton's expectations soon came true. When he stepped onto the fifth floor, he saw a ghoul wandering in the corridor.
Downton raised his left hand and softly chanted the incantation of repentance for the dead. A golden long bow appeared in his hand. With his right hand, he pulled the bow string into a full moon shape, and the light spots condensed into a golden arrow.
After finishing his preparations, Downton stepped hard on the ground with his right foot.
boom!
When the ghoul heard the noise, he turned his head. When he saw Downton, he immediately pounced on him like a mad dog. Because of his speed, many maggots were thrown off his body.
Downton's shooting skills were average, so he could only use this stupid method to increase his hit rate. When the ghoul rushed ten meters away, he let go of his right hand.
Phew, the arrow shot as fast as a meteor, into the ghoul's chest, and then passed through.
The ghoul's body paused, then roared and continued to attack.
"Fight, fail!" Homer projected text.
Downton swung his battle ax, chopped down the undead, and chopped its head into pieces. There was no need to bother looking for the second one. A ghoul heard the noise and jumped out of the guest room.
Although Repentance of the Undead is not an instant spell, the total casting time is less than three seconds. When the ghoul rushed five meters away, Downton's arrow was shot.
Hey, after the arrow shot into the ghoul's chest, it still pierced through.
"Death!" Downton blocked the undead's claw attack with his tearing dragon fang, then cut off its neck.
"The failure rate is so high that it's discouraging." Homer extracted the soul remains from the corpse, but it was not fused, but preserved.
"It will always succeed!" Downton's expression remained unchanged as he continued to look for the next target.
Five minutes later, Downton suffered his third defeat. His magic energy was exhausted, which gave him a feeling of physical exhaustion. His head was dizzy, his limbs were weak, and he wanted to take a deep sleep.
"Have you ever thought about what will happen if you fail to pay the sacrifice you owe after the deadline?"
After a moment of silence, the grimoire projected words, trying to cheer Downton up.
"It's nothing more than death." Downton held on to the wall and went upstairs, with an arc from the corner of his mouth, "Now that you've done it, don't regret it. Besides, how can I have time to hurt spring and autumn? Work hard to survive, even if you die, you won't regret it."
No regrets!"
Homer suddenly didn't know what to say. Downton's calm expression and steady heartbeat proved that he was not lying.
"Aren't you worried that I won't be able to recover?" Downton smiled, "I'm not that fragile."
"If the sacrifice is not paid, your soul will be forced to be sacrificed!" Homer reminded, "Sacrifice is a sacred contract that no one can rewrite."
"It's just as I expected, but the way of death is different." Downton knocked on the magic book, "By the way, I forgot to tell you just now, since the sacrifice has to be done through you, the middleman, you can charge a handling fee
ah!"
Homer was stunned.
"You can deceive a god. It makes me happy to think about it. Let's join forces next time and deceive him a few more times. It seems that 50% off is still too much." Downton thought that if he offered a half-sale, half-free offer, it would be super low.
Price, the gods will probably jump off the building in anger.
"Return my concern. I'm so stupid to worry about a guy like you." Homer wrote and complained, but don't worry, Downton has a big heart. The more stressed he is, the worse he behaves.
excellent.
"I want so many magical arts!" Downton licked the corners of his chapped lips, "I remember you said that there are many altars and many fallen gods in the dimension of the grimoire, so which one
Sillier? Easier to bargain?"
Homer refused to answer. This guy was indeed an atheist, but he suddenly felt that given the current situation of those gods, it was really feasible to trick them.