The banshee boss of the Doom Tavern really is a kind and understanding person. After pouring a glass of ‘midnight’, Downton began to complain, why do I, the Templar, take a group of dark camp men?
“Occasionally posing as a death knight, maybe you can still see the Queen of the Forgotten!” The female boss comforted a few words, and then scolded several banshee maids who kept rubbing down on Downton.
“No one wants to deal with the undead all day, and take them out to see even a chick.” Downton complained.
“The Ghoul Legion doesn’t care about anything except raw meat. Every day the gentleman’s training class must be absent. The Hate Legion has recently become fascinated by bandages, thinking that the slightly yellowish linen is super fashionable. The Witch Maid Legion has begun to openly request a paid holiday!
From the five mysterious legendary wandering merchants of the mainland, I bought the ancient book of all-round knowledge and omnipotence, and the civilian boy Downton embarked on his road to conquest!
