"What are you? Dragon Vein Warlock? Dragon Man? Or powerful sub-dragon."

The down-to-earth elf girl asked, while looking around without a trace, looking for the possibility of escaping. No matter what the situation is, the right way to leave this manor with strangeness everywhere is first.

"Little girl, don't look around everywhere, you can't escape with your strength."

Diapolo looked at the elf girl who thought she was very hidden and kindly reminded her.

Hearing Diapolo's words, the girl's body froze slightly, and then her mind was relaxed.

"What do you want to do when you catch me here? Do you want to play with my body like those human nobles?"

"No hurry to do this." Diapolo looked at the elf girl's three-no figure and waved her hand. "I have to raise it for a while, and you can serve as my maid for the time being."

"You..." Notice the look of Diapolo, the elf girl hugged her chest with her hands, took a step back, and looked ashamed and angry, "Then you are no different from those shallow human nobles."

"No, no, no, it's wrong for you to say that. There is still a fundamental difference between me and humans." Diapolo smiled and shook his head, then threw the glass bottle in his hand to the girl.

"You will slowly look for the difference in the future while serving me. Now, use this to awaken all the slaves behind you."

"I..." He was determined to refuse, but the girl turned her head and looked at the tribes lying among the slaves, who were like her, with pointed ears, hesitated for a moment, and then walked towards them with the potion in a honest manner.

"Tsk." Diapolo looked at the dwarf under his feet and ran over a dozen slaves to a female elf who fed the potion, and sighed with unknown meaning.

"You, go inside and clean up."

After seeing the girl awaken a male elf again, Diapolo pointed at him and gave the order without hesitation.

"..." Looking at the surrounding environment and the two active tribes, the male elf who seemed to have grown up was silent for a moment, without making any stupid moves, and obediently walked towards the villa with a strong bloody smell.

And the moment he stepped into the villa gate, he saw the damaged interior and all werewolf corpses.

This situation actually made the male elf breathe a sigh of relief. He just cleaned up the corpse, and it was not a werewolf, so it was nothing except a little disgusting.

As the two elves girls continued to move, more and more slaves were awakened, including dwarves, dwarfs, halflings, and the largest number of humans.

Therefore, the manor courtyard, which was originally shrouded in darkness and was extremely quiet, became noisy. The slaves surrounded by shadow guards looked for their kind-hearted tribes, and spoke carefully and asked about the current situation.

"Is this a shadow soldier that has been created by the disappearing Monslok Empire?" A loud and low-profile voice sounded abruptly, and instantly attracted Diapolo's gaze.

"Human? Not bad, a little knowledgeable."

Diapolo looked at the old man who recognized the origin of the Shadow Guard. He was an old man with a hunchbacked body and sparse hair. He had no extraordinary power on his body. He looked like an ordinary old man who was in his twilight years.

However, even an ordinary person would look up to him. After all, this is an empire that has been gone for thousands of years. It can be recognized by simply relying on its appearance. This knowledge is extraordinary.

"It turned out to be a shadow soldier, and I thought I had admitted it wrong." Hearing Diapolo's praise, the old man in a black scholar's robe immediately approached the shadow guard closest to him, as if he wanted to observe it.

The old man's actions immediately made the shadow guard's scarlet eyes look over, but without receiving the order from Diapolo, he did not move.

"As it turns out, as described in the book, every shadow guard has his own will, but he absolutely obeys the commands of the refiner."

The old man who noticed the subtle movements of the Shadow Guard was very excited and did not notice the quiet manor at all - everyone's eyes were staring at the old man.

"You old guy, don't you know what these shadow soldiers were created for?"

Diapolo smiled helplessly and held the old man who had no strength in front of him.

"I know that the shadow soldiers created by the Monslok Empire are used for assassination and investigation. This is the stupidest and most wasteful approach.

Creatures that have self-consciousness, are not tired, can be resurrected, can learn, and are absolutely loyal to death, but use killing and war, such an empire deserves to be destroyed.”

Even though he noticed everything around him, the old man still looked as if he was disappointed, criticizing the empire that had been extremely glorious and overwhelming thousands of years ago.

"Then what should you use for the most?"

"Production, research, experiment, exploration." The old man gave the answer without thinking. "The benefits obtained in these aspects are definitely more than war, because they will never lose money."

"It's interesting, what are you doing? Where did you know the existence of the Shadow Soldier? How could you have these ideas?" Diapolo felt that he seemed to have an amazing old man.

"I'm just a bad old man who guards the library for a stupid donkey noble. As for the shadow guards whom I know from, I naturally saw it from the book. If I read too many books, I will naturally have some ideas."

"Librarian?" Diapolo raised his eyebrows and felt that he had snatched an amazing old man.

"That's right." The old man nodded and asked Diapolo curiously, "Are you the remnant of the Monslok Empire? If so, I suggest you give up your stupid idea of ​​restoration.

Although most people in this world have forgotten that there was once a warlock empire in the world, those top forces and gods have not forgotten them."

"Well, I can barely get involved in the so-called remnants of the empire. As for restoration, I don't have that idea, I just want to find a place where I can live a stable life."

When he met such a strange old man, Diapolo also thought about it and then gave an answer.

"Life is stable? Where is there such a place? Look at me, it's just a bad old man who keeps a library for the great nobles. Someone even put his ideas on me. It's really inexplicable."

The old man with no panic on his face was calm and calm, complaining to Diapolo in full spirit.

"It's meaningless to lie. I don't know which great nobleman would ask ordinary people to keep the library for him." Diapolo rubbed his eyebrows, feeling that this old guy was not honest.

"I am an ordinary person, if you don't believe me, you can investigate it." The old man with sparse and gray hair spread his hands and looked fearless.

"You are ordinary people, so what are they?" Diapolo looked at the slaves surrounded by the guards. Although they were all weak, each of them basically had traces of cultivation, and they had more or less mastered some extraordinary power.

However, the performance of these people who control their power is unsightly compared to that of the old man, the ordinary man. Until now, Diapolo can find panic, fear and dissatisfaction on their faces.

"A bunch of stupid donkeys." The old man answered without hesitation.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" Diapolo touched his chin and looked at the old man.

"Not afraid, if you want to kill, you have already taken action. It will not be left until now. And depending on your appearance, you should be noticed by me, so that I will be even more in trouble."

"Yes, you're right. I'm attracted by you, so I'm not going to do anything to you, but my subordinates don't keep free meals, so, will you sweep the floor?"

"Hmm?" This twist made the old man confused for a moment, and then nodded slowly.

"Okay, you're responsible for cleaning the floor of the manor." Diapolo assigned the job to the old man who was a little jumping.

"No, sir, I'm just a weak and weak old man, I..."

He deliberately made a splash, but he got involved in a job of sweeping the floor, and the old man immediately stopped doing it.

"Don't you even have the strength to hold a broom? If not, I have a few bottles of boiling blood potions here. If it really doesn't work, I'll help you pour it." Diapolo looked at the old man with kindness.

"No, no, I still have the strength to sweep the floor." The old man's head was shaken like a rattle. If he had a mouthful of the boiling blood potion, the potion used by the warriors to fight desperately, he would probably have lost it.

"I'm going to find a sweeping tool."

Seeing the old man who was enduring the smell of blood and rushing into the manor villa, Diapolo smiled, then turned his eyes to the slaves standing on the grass in the courtyard, and his face suddenly became stern.

"What are you still standing and watching? Haven't you seen an old man running to clean up? Are you embarrassed to stand still?"

"Your Excellency, can you let us go back? When I get home, I can take out enough money to redeem myself." In the midst of silence, a male elf with a childish look on his face took a deep breath, then took a step forward and said loudly.

"Do you know where this place is?" After hearing such a request, Diapolo's face became strange.

"This is the Sea of ​​Freedom, a forbidden zone that you all want to step into in your entire life. Believe it or not, as long as you dare to walk out of the gate of this manor, you will regret this behavior in the next moment."

"Your Excellency, I..."

"Shut up, elf."
Chapter completed!