Early Morning.
Leon slowly opened his eyes as a sliver of sunlight shone through the window onto his bed.
The door to his room was knocked on gently.
"Come in."
The figure that entered was Shilur, holding a dinner plate with soft bread and warm sweet milk.
"Master."
Shyrule spoke timidly, as if in fear of Leon changing back to his old self.
"Aren't you going to go back?"
Hilure lowered her head, "The salary here ... is still quite high, I want to save some more money before going back. And nominally, I'm still your personal maid."
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
Hiluel gathered her courage and looked straight into Leon's eyes, "I was afraid before, but not last night."
"Well, okay."
Leon had decided that since he had inherited Leon's identity, he would also inherit the sins he had originally committed.
While his atonement might be insignificant for the damage the original him had done, he couldn't die for his sins.
Simply to make himself feel better.
Oh, how selfish one could be.
Leon shook his head and stopped thinking about those miscellaneous things.
[Item] Bread
[Grade] None
[Introduction]Soft bread baked from fine wheat is the staple food of this world.
[Item] Sweet Milk
[Rank] None
[Introduction]Milk from cows, processed twice with a little honey and sugar.
Although he felt a bit sorry for Shyrule, Leon carefully examined the food with God's Eye.
After all, he had committed an unforgivable crime against Shyrule, and Leon wouldn't be surprised at all if Shyrule poisoned it.
"Thanks." Leon began to enjoy his breakfast under Shyrule's service, and Shyrule's eyes became a little complicated when she looked at Leon.
Leon knew that there was a phenomenon in psychology called Stockholm Syndrome, where the victim would develop a sense of dependence because of a little kindness from the victimizer.
It could be that last night's incident had moved Shilur to think otherwise.
Although Leon felt a little guilty in his heart, he had to admit that it was better than Hiruel wanting his life every now and then.
After finishing breakfast, Shyrule helped Leon get dressed again.
"Young master, do you have any arrangements for today?"
Arrangements? The original Leon, as the captain of the escort, used the excuse of patrolling to harass the people every day.
Then he definitely couldn't be like that himself! One has to patrol properly!
...
"Ah, so boring."
Leon was wearing his armor and wandering around the city in boredom.
The civilians all hid far away when they saw themselves.
That said, patrolling was something that the lowest class of guards did, and there was no need to patrol himself! Leon was starting to regret it a bit.
Suddenly, Leon saw a dumpster next to the street.
Leon: ...
When he was in the game, the dumpster could turn up quite a lot of goodies, not only some gold coins, but also precious recovery potions, or attribute-enhancing magic potions.
At once, the dumpster in front of him seemed to be full of temptation.
"Just try it! It won't be a loss anyway."
A few moments later.
Leon flung a banana peel away from his feet and walked away cursing.
The surrounding people peeked their heads out, confused.
"What's going on with Young Master Leon lately?"
"Could it be that he went out hunting and fell on his brain?"
"That's a good thing for the general public."
"Haha, he actually went rummaging through the trash! Like a fool."
...
Leon had already left the patrol behind and turned into a small tavern.
The tavern was open on a corner in a rather remote part of Lech City, and the people inside the tavern were quite small.
"Welcome to the light ...."
The tavern's owner's face changed when he saw the visitor, then immediately revealed a bright smile.
"Isn't this the honorable Young Master Leon? I didn't expect that a big shot like you would actually patronize my little place here."
The boss hurriedly came out from within the counter, "Young master, all your purchases in this store today are free of charge."
Leon shook his head slightly and took out a gold coin, placing it on the counter.
"Ask for the best fine wine in your store, two cups."
"Okay, okay!"
One gold coin, not to mention two cups of wine, was more than enough for a barrel.
A few moments later, Leon took the two cups of wine and went to a small corner in the most remote part of the store, where a man in a black cloak was sitting, his face hidden under the wide shadow of the hood, completely unable to see his appearance in the dim light of the store.
Leon placed both glasses of wine in front of the man.
This was the newbie village of Final Light, and in the game, this was the Npc for the transfer quest.
Kazir's Bar, the depressed Hurran.
And the profession that he was able to transfer through him was Necromancer!
Necromancer is the strongest profession in the game that deserves the t0 level, capable of summoning endless legions of undead, as well as having powerful spiritual attack skills.
In his last life, Leon's chosen profession in the game was also a Necromancer.
The task of wanting to transfer to a necromancer was also quite simple, it was two cups of the store's fine wine.
Leon looked at Hurlan in front of him and was a little nervous, this was reality, and there were still some differences between the game in his last life.
Suddenly, Hurran moved, reaching up and raising his glass, gulping it down.
"You know who I am?"
"Hurlan of Shaw, one of the Vice-Presidents of the Mage Association."
Helan's face hidden under his black robe was a bit surprised, "So, what are you trying to do here?"
Leon looked at Hurlan in front of him with a burning gaze, "I want to become a Necromancer!"
Helan froze, and then, broke out into a fit of laughter.
"Hahaha, on what grounds? I don't know where you learned about my identity, do you want me to teach you Necromancy just based on these two cups of wine? Hahaha, where in the world is such a good thing, dream on you."
Leon spoke calmly, "So, what do you want?"
Helan looked at Leon in front of him, as if he was trying to see something in his eyes, and his face gradually eased.
"Two cups are not enough, how about a bucket."
Without saying a word, Leon turned around and walked towards the counter.
Rustling ...
A small mouse burrowed out of Hurran's pocket, though the mouse was only skeletonized.
"No way, Hurlan, are you really going to teach that kid necromancy casually? Because of a barrel of wine? It's obvious that you won't even agree when a bunch of nobles are begging you on their knees."
"Who knows." Helan shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know why, but I feel a little bit like accepting that kid as a disciple, maybe it's fate. Not to mention, that kid is interesting isn't he?"
"Oh my god, you kid must be crazy." The little bone rat squeaked.
Hurran pulled the bone rat out of his pocket and tossed it into another drink.
"Drink your drink."