The Empire of Twilight, Snow City.

This port city is home to hundreds of businesses and people of all kinds, and it thrives because it doesn't have too many rules. To put it simply, it is a free port for trade.

Anyone is free to 'trade', but this excessive liberalization has also led to extremely low levels of personal safety. For example, if you enter the witch's shop, you have to buy something, or you will be cursed, and you have to be careful when dealing with werewolves, they like to buy and sell, and if they don't agree, they won't be able to see the sun tomorrow. But the most terrifying thing is the blood 'spirit'. They will talk sweetly to you, unknowingly empty your purse, and end up kicking you penniless into the street. There is no money in Snow City, and that is something even sadder than death, because the poor are not guests of Snow City, but just garbage that it disdains. Believe me, you don't want to experience the little people you used to be able to ride on top of you and live a life of luxury that you can no longer touch.

Like many commercial cities, Syracuse was loved by everyone, as those who didn't love it quietly disappeared, thanks in large part to the Assassin Guild. In every country, the Assassin Guild did not dare to appear in the public eye, with the exception of the Empire of Twilight - who told the necromantic creatures to never care about a boring sense of honor and social morality? In addition, other professional unions have also approached Snow City to prepare to join, after all, there are hundreds of thousands of adventurers in the Dusk Empire, and no one can ignore its market potential.

There is news every day in Snow White, and the latest news is the opening of a new tavern called "Mermaid Harbor" (whose sign is a mermaid scratching her head and 'messing' it). The tavern occupies the best location, and even during the day, it is full of customers, and the key to this is the craftsmanship of the owner, Starmack. Starmack is a heroic subordinate recently recruited by the Bone Tyrant, and he is extremely good at cooking, and any ingredient will glow with a second 'spring' through his hands, which can make people addicted.

If you want to say how good Starmac's craftsmanship is, you can see it when you enter the store. Every table was filled with diners, and there were three types of diners, those who were immersed in eating, those who were content, and those who were restless. The zombie 'waiters' in aprons were busy, and sometimes they would knock over the tray because of their stiff movements, which caused a lot of scolding. There are 'meat' mud dogs carefully burrowing between the 'legs' of diners, just to eat some leftovers, and occasionally they will be trampled flat, but there is no need to worry about them, because their bodies are malleable, and after five minutes they can return to their prototypes and continue to jump around.

A traveler stepped into the tavern at the height of his hour. He looked left and right, and saw that there were people sitting in every seat, so he stopped one of the 'waiters' and pointed to a row of barrels against the wall: "Can I sit in this place?" ”

Those who can come to serve as 'attendants' are not low-level necromantic creatures, and they still have basic intelligence and common sense. The waiter replied awkwardly, "That place is useless, but we don't have tables and chairs prepared, if you don't mind—"

The traveler stretched out a frighteningly white hand, and with a gesture of his fingers, white bones emerged from the ground, forming a shelf, and sticking to the wall until they reached up, and lifted the barrel like a lift to the beams of the house. And that's not all, the bones continue to emerge, forming a round table and a chair under the barrel, just enough to make use of the space.

At this moment, a lot of eyes in the tavern are focused on this.

"You're a necromancer!" The waiter's smile was even more embarrassed. He beckoned the traveler to sit down, and hurried into the kitchen.

After a while, the shopkeeper came out of the kitchen with a rag and wiped his hands, came to the traveler, and asked with a smile, "Are you from?" ……”

The traveler pulled out two badges from his sleeve, one in pure black with a faintly reflective skull pattern, and the other in a shining gold 'color' with a wand engraved with it. The shopkeeper understood at a glance: "You are a member of the Dark Church and the Wizards' Union!" I'm sorry, but our Majesty had a bit of a conflict with the Dark Church a while ago, so necromancers aren't very welcome here. Hey, you've played it beautifully, I dare say, even Your Majesty June Sunshine doesn't have the ability to do it! ”

The traveler nodded in understanding. He casually made another bone chair, motioned for Starmik to sit down, and asked the question, "Are you Starmack?" ”

"It's like a fake!" The shopkeeper moved the "necromancer mask" on his face, revealing an uncle's face. This face is radiant and slightly sweaty, and at first glance it looks like the face of a man who can work. He's really capable, and he's the head chef, and he's cooking as fast as if there's a whole team of chefs busy at work, but if a heroic chef doesn't have that level of strength, it can't be justified.

"I heard that your majesty has been usurped?" The traveler took off his mask and set it aside. His face was clean, expressionless, an almost artificial, dry white, and his eyes glowed with a clear but palpitating glow like blue ice. This is a human teenager, and normal human teenagers tend not to set foot in the paradise of the dead.

Starmack sighed and put away his smile: "Yes, the rumors are not wrong at all. ”

Earlier, the White Bone Tyrant of the Dusk Empire personally led an army into the kingdom of Astante, and was 'shot' by his guardian hero with an arrow to burst the "Will of the Necromantic King", losing the right to rule over the necromantic creatures. When he returned home, someone immediately took advantage of the situation and seized the throne, and he was nowhere to be found. The Twilight Empire has indeed changed hands - this matter is quickly confirmed by the "Dust" gossip leader. A small number of people lamented this, but most felt that perhaps a less brutal ruler would be a good thing for the Twilight Empire.

"Oh, I forgot about it!" Starmike laughed loudly, handed over a menu, and subtly changed the subject: "Guest, what do you want to eat?" ”

"You recommend it."

"Hey, you're here, you should definitely try the clam chowder and pan-fried cod! Oh, and I'll give you a veal stew with potatoes, because you just happened to have fresh beef meat delivered this morning, and you won't be able to eat it tomorrow! ”

Starmack got up and walked briskly into the kitchen, where in a moment the 'waiter' came out. Forking the fragrant and sizzling piece of beef 'meat' into his mouth, the traveler chewed it mechanically a few times, and said: "This is human 'meat', and it has a certain degree of deterioration, but the taste is more than 95% similar to that of beef 'meat'." Hero-level cooking methods turned out to be like this, and they were able to hide from the world. ”

He looked around again indifferently. The people who can come to eat are living beings, and people have lifted their "necromantic masks" and gobled up their images without regard to their images, if they knew that they had just eaten human 'meat', would they still have an appetite?

The tavern is full of people and has always been a good place for information to 'exchange'. Sitting in a tavern, even if you are unwilling, the rumors from all over the world will desperately drill into your ears. No, at the table closest to the traveler, a few men wearing short sleeves and 'exposed' tattooed arms began to blow nonsense with the strength of wine. They are probably seafarers, and they know a lot.

"Astante is no longer a kingdom, but a principality! It is attached to Bigbowo! ”

"Really? Isn't their king still dead? ”

"You don't understand that. With neither a national artifact nor a hero, it's good that he can keep the principality! Bigbowo is watching from the side, rather than waiting for the other party to annex, why don't you take the initiative to take refuge? ”

"But it's really cheap, Sara 'Monroe'! It's enough land for several counties, and Astant said that if you give it away, you will give it away, and if you take it, forget it, why should Sara 'Monroe' accept it! ”

"Hahaha, don't worry, Seru Vega won't make that refugee country any better."

"You're right, I wonder if Seruviga really came out to grab the land!"

At another table, a few plainly dressed and low-key diners talked about the weather first, and then talked about some ghost places where the weather was terrible, and the conversation quickly turned to "where the tariffs have been raised?" It sounds like they are all businessmen who have traveled from south to north, and they are particularly sensitive to money.

"Damn war!"

"No, you should say 'damn officials,' it's they who see prices go up, and that's why they raise tariffs. As everyone knows, if they do this, prices will rise even more, but otherwise, do you want us to starve to death? ”

"We can't starve to death, but everyone scolds us so much...... My Jason didn't dare to say that he was the son of a businessman outside, for fear of being beaten by other children. ”

"What is there to be ashamed of being a businessman! Without us, no one would have been able to eat bread! ”

"Come, take a drink, drink a drink! Speaking of which, even we can't afford bread now, and if it weren't for the 'twilight lunch' meat, more people would have starved to death than died in battle! ”

Of course, it is not only the aborigines who come to eat, but also the adventurers. A table of adventurers who looked like mercenaries were whispering:

"Now all the necromantic players have been tasked with? Just kill June Sunshine and have a chance to get a chance from Schroeder? Bray got the 'Will of the Necromantic King' in his hands? ”

That's what my friend said. However, no one knows where he is. ”

"Schroeder really has nothing to do with necromantic creatures, otherwise he wouldn't have issued such a 'sexual' mission. It's a pity that we're not necromancy, and we can't get this task. ”

The traveler carefully took in the laughter and whispers of others, and at the same time efficiently swept away the food in front of him. When he had finished eating, he put on his mask again and ordered a drink, but he didn't drink it, and just sat there.

When the guests had changed a few stubbles and the field was finally not so prosperous, Starmack stretched his waist and walked out again, and sat down across from the traveler: "What else do you want to know?" ”

"Where did the June Sunshine go?"

"I really don't know, why don't you ask your new majesty?" Starmack rubbed his hands apologetically, then smiled, "I've invited you for this meal!" ”

"Thank you."

The traveler stood up, and Starmac shouted from behind, "Ah, your mask has fallen!" ”

"I don't need it anymore."

After leaving the tavern, the traveler hurried straight to the teleportation array, oblivious to the bustle of the road. The teleportation service to the "City of Waiting" is only available to a limited number of people, in order to ensure the safety of the capital.

"I want to see your majesty." The traveler said to the officer guarding the teleportation array.

"Yes, Your Excellency, it is my pleasure to serve you. Are you going to wait for me to pass it on first, or—"

"Let's go straight because I have limited time."

The officer nodded yes, and then sent a hundred thousand urgent news to the "City of Waiting": "The Gamer" Necromantic Magister, Black and White Binary, officially visited the Twilight Empire.