The Kingdom of Anor, the royal city of Roald. It is said that the king of the royal city is the king, and every day he eats and sleeps, nothing else! Rural places like Bed City are not taken seriously! It has been four hundred years since Anor I established the kingdom in troubled times. War, civil strife, foreign relatives interfering in power, premature death. Under the influence of various factors, the blood of the current king Ainz III has long been turbid. Perhaps the orthodox royal bloodline has been lost long ago, but blood is just a name, only strength is the hard truth. Ainz III is very lucky. His father conquered the surrounding countries and left him a country with strong soldiers and stable order. The four border dukes are all models of loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, so he has few worries and lives happily all day long. But the gods seem to want to let this lucky king feel what distress is. There are four things that bother Ainz III. The first thing is the revival of the demons. A hundred years ago, the demons were driven to the barren lands of the west by all the peace-loving races. These insidious and cunning creatures lay dormant for nearly a hundred years, and finally showed their fangs a few years ago.
Ainz III still remembers that it was a night of thunder and rain, when the court magician stumbled into the castle, looked at him with panic, and brought the bad news that the demons had massacred several border cities. Damn it, the stinky country demons came to the Kingdom of Anor to beg for food! However, when the country was ready to attack the army, the demons had disappeared without a trace, as if they had calculated the day. Since then, sporadic demons have often invaded border cities, and some people have even found traces of demons in the interior, and the same is true for neighboring countries. No one knows to what extent these guys have infiltrated this continent. People have also thought about counterattacking the demons, but the terrifying miasma of the western continent is daunting. Fortunately, the massacre of the demons aroused the blood of the people, the rate of joining the army was greatly improved, and the number of adventurers increased dramatically. Among them, there were demon killers who specialized in hunting demons. They watched the momentum of the demons being suppressed day by day. However, news came from nowhere that the demon king was about to be resurrected. The second thing was the change of the dungeon. This happened this year. A dungeon called "Sean" had a change. It is said that unprecedented monsters appeared in it. The layout of the dungeon has also undergone earth-shaking changes, and the danger has greatly increased, approaching the top batch of dungeons. This matter spread quickly in the adventurer circle and aroused a lot of interest. Originally, nearly half of the adventurers planned to take a look, but what happened next stopped them. Because more and more dungeons have changed! On the third day after the change of the Sen Dungeon, the Aomori Dungeon and the Echo Dungeon changed. On the fifth day, the White Blood Dungeon, the Puppet Dungeon, the Water Dragon Dungeon, and the Onion Dungeon changed. Day 6, Day 7. To this day, new news of the mutation continues to flow in, and the Adventurer Guild is extremely busy. Adventurers are like chicken blood, rushing to the nearest mutation dungeon, and the flow of people originally planned to go to the Sen dungeon is instantly diverted. I don’t know whether the mutation is a good thing or a bad thing, or is it a precursor to a major event? The third thing is Ainz III’s own strange disease.
“Uh, hiss” The strange roar of neither human nor beast echoed in Ainz III’s bedroom, as if he was trying his best to suppress the pain, but the messy thoughts and mumbling in his mind made him roar again. In the huge bedroom, there was no servant serving here. They were dismissed by the king’s order. Even without the order, no one dared to stay here. Because the king has a strange disease. When it breaks out, it will really kill people. It is said that it will also eat human blood. The most knowledgeable court wizards are helpless against this strange disease. The Holy Light Church is preparing a blessing ceremony, hoping to use holy light to eliminate the king's disease. But now, Ainz III can only use one thing to relieve the pain. Blood healing potion! In the thick curtain, a strange hand covered with messy long hair suddenly stretched out and grabbed a handful of bright red blood healing potion. After a while, a comfortable groan came from behind the curtain. A dozen empty bottles were thrown out at random, and a syringe was thrown out. "It's not enough, I need more." The comfortable time only lasted for more than ten minutes, and Ainz III's voice was immediately filled with pain again. "Ahhhh——" The fourth thing is that Ainz III has no offspring. Or no "name" offspring. So at this time, there is no one who can be trusted to take care of him. It's extremely sad. ———————————— Bed City, a peaceful and tranquil place. The Adventurer's Guild was quiet, a change from the noisy style of the past. Everyone was looking forward to it and listening carefully to the noise coming from upstairs. The fireplace was burning quietly, the crackling of firewood and the ticking of the pendulum clock, these sounds that were usually ignored were clearly audible at this moment. Occasionally, an uninformed person came in and shouted loudly, and was immediately saluted by the angry crowd, and then joined the crowd in confusion. The reason why they did this was because of a big thing- Someone found the hidden map of the Sean Dungeon! It was the area where special ingredients were produced. I didn't expect it to be discovered so quickly, and most people were still in the dark. Now, the discoverers are talking with the guild leader upstairs, selling the information to the guild at a suitable price. When the guild verifies the authenticity of the information, it will be sold to the general adventurers for a fee, and the price is not expensive, just equivalent to the price of a meal. Quite a number of adventurers are willing to pay for it, which not only means that they can know the news at the first time, but also represents another thing- paying respect to the discoverer. Adventure is never a journey of one person,
but a story that everyone starts together. In this story, some people can get information that others have not discovered, and make strategies ahead of others. These discoverers share the information with everyone, no matter for what purpose, whether it is paid or free, as long as it is correct and everyone has gained something. It deserves respect! Smart people know that when the information is sold publicly, it will be known to everyone in a few days, and then they can enjoy the information without spending a penny. But are those who buy information fools? Absolutely not. "Da Da Da" There was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, and a slender man with half-elf features walked down from upstairs. Someone recognized his identity. "It's 'Shadowless' Geralt. It is said that he has a 'unique talent' that is one in a million and can run thousands of meters in an instant!" "Every time the guild needs to verify map-related intelligence, they will ask him to come out. Great, it seems that there will be results soon," "Sprint, sprint, rush, rush!" Under everyone's gaze, Geralt turned into a residual image and disappeared, rushing towards the direction of the Sen Dungeon. Time passed bit by bit, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the pendulum, counting every second carefully. One second, two seconds, three seconds. One minute, two minutes, three minutes Half an hour, one hour "Bang!" The door of the guild was kicked open violently. It was Geralt! Everyone held their breath and looked at him who was sweating profusely, but the appearance of this senior adventurer looked a little strange. "Burp" Geralt rubbed his swollen belly and wiped the food crumbs from the corners of his mouth. Then, he smiled evilly and gave a thumbs up. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" The crowd was boiling!