Chapter 133: The teacher's reply, the intelligence of the undead creatures is enhanced!
The town of Munster fell into an eerie silence.

Whether it was the residents of the town or the mercenaries and merchants, at this time they were all hiding in their homes in fear, not daring to expose their living bodies to the undead.

Thousands of undead monsters replaced the guard corps previously stationed in the town and began patrolling.

Among these patrolling undead creatures, many are old acquaintances. They used to be living soldiers guarding here.

But after death, they were all awakened from the absolute darkness of death, turned into undead creatures again, and continued to complete their tasks in life.

Moreover, compared to their laziness in life, these undead creatures work harder, do not require wages, and never slack off.

On the streets of the town, Deya was the only living person walking slowly.

He walked among the groups of undead creatures, and every undead creature would spontaneously make way for him when they saw him, as if they were meeting their own emperor, with a humble attitude.

"Jingle Bell--"

The sound of wind chimes was heard, and Deya once again walked into the familiar tavern with the same name as the town.

The merchants and mercenaries who were hiding in the tavern were all panicked when they saw Deya coming in.

Some people even subconsciously drew their weapons from their waists.

His companion's face changed when he saw this, and he quickly held down the other person's hand.

The man who had drawn the weapon suddenly woke up from his dream and put the weapon back in a panic.

Seeing Deya's right eye burning with pale flames, people only felt a ghostly and cold aura from him.

Terror completely invaded the body and mind. It was not because Deya possessed the power of [Aura of Fear], but just the existence of Deya itself was enough to make people's scalp tingle.

This is simply a monster!

Yes, monster!

He captured an important town defended by two thousand soldiers so easily.

Looking at the more than a thousand patrolling undead creatures outside and the countless corpses crawling up from the ground on the streets, this was even beyond people's understanding and beyond the scope of the extraordinary profession.

"Boss, give me a glass of grapefruit juice."

The boss behind the bar was startled and said timidly: "Sir, please wait a moment!"

He hurriedly poured a glass of grapefruit juice and wanted the bartender to bring it over.

But the bartender was hiding in a corner at this time and refused to do his job no matter what.

The boss swallowed his saliva, walked out from behind the bar with a tingling scalp, and walked towards the table where Deya was sitting with trembling hands.

Because he was too scared, some grapefruit juice spilled out, and the boss almost peed his pants when he saw this.

The immortal king in front of him had just slaughtered thousands of people!
All the guards in the town and those who dared to resist him were killed by him without hesitation. Then they could not rest in peace even after death and all turned into undead creatures.

The rumors outside are indeed true, this is the 'Demon King of Fear'!
The boss put the grapefruit juice on the table with a flattering smile on his face.

Then he found that Deya always felt very familiar.

When he thought about it carefully, he remembered the customer who had come to his place to eat and drink every day for the past half month. He blurted out, "It's you... No, it's you?!"

Deya picked up the cup and took a sip of juice, then said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, I'm not someone who likes to kill people for no reason."

As soon as he finished speaking, screams were heard outside the tavern.

The people in the tavern subconsciously looked over and saw a vicious mercenary outside the tavern who was still trying to resist the undead.

After he viciously hacked several zombies to death, he was pressed to the ground by a group of zombies and was completely eaten by them.

Not long after, the mercenary's body trembled and crawled up, and also became a member of the undead.

The pub owner smiled awkwardly.

Well, you are indeed a person who doesn't like to kill people for no reason.

Thinking back to when Deya had dinner here before, many mercenaries in the tavern said bad things about him.

Lord Deya wouldn't be here to kill them all because he's angry.

The boss, who didn't believe in God much, prayed madly in his heart.

Goddess of the Dawn... No, Goddess of the Dark Moon, as long as I don’t die today, I will be your devout believer!

"Ok?"

Deya looked up at him.

As the 'Chosen of the Dark Moon', he can recognize any believer of the Dark Moon Goddess.

Just now, the boss in front of him actually had the aura of a Dark Moon Goddess believer.

This is interesting.

Sure enough, fear is also a kind of belief.

Deya is not particularly clear about the purpose of believing in gods.

The only thing he was sure of was that God's power had nothing to do with faith.

Whether it was the chat with Patricia, or the understanding as the Chosen One of Darkmoon, or the correspondence with the teacher.

Deya can be sure that the gods in this world are definitely not gods of faith, and they are not born out of faith.

But even so, there are still so many churches existing and there are still people who believe in God.

This shows that faith is definitely useful, but he just doesn't know what its specific uses are yet.

Deyan immediately had an idea.

He looked at the flattering tavern owner in front of him and said, "I remember you said that you have many connections in this town."

The boss complained bitterly and said that if he had known this would happen, he would not have boasted so much.

Well, this is not bragging, he does have some connections here.

The boss said with a bitter face: "Master Deya, I am here... I am familiar with many people."

"What's your name?"

"My name is Matan, sir."

"So, Matan, I want you to do something."

"You said, as long as I can do it, I will definitely do it for you!"

Matan patted his chest to assure.

He had to make a promise. He was afraid that the 'immortal king' in front of him would turn him into a ghost and then do things. He didn't want to die yet!

"Go tell all the residents of this town that if they want to leave, I allow them to leave.

And if they want to continue living here, then from now on all taxes here will be exempted.

Whether it is business tax or the head tax that individuals need to pay. "

Deya's words made Matan exclaim: "...Sir, you mean to exempt all taxes?!"

"Of course, I don't want to say my words a second time."

Matan lowered his head quickly.

All taxes are exempted? This is simply...

Matan suddenly felt that if this was true, he would accept it even if he found a rotten zombie to sleep with him at night!
Deya could understand the excitement of the tavern owner in front of him.

Although this world cannot be said to be a pure Middle Ages, the lives of the lower class people are still miserable.

One of the main reasons is tax!

In order to afford their own luxurious lifestyles, the nobles imposed heavy taxes on people from all walks of life, and the state imposed heavy taxes on people from all walks of life in order to maintain its rule.

People who own land have to hand over grain, people who work in factories have to pay taxes, and even businessmen need to pay extremely expensive transaction taxes.

These taxes are necessary to some extent.

Because in order to maintain national stability, we need an army and food. In this world of low productivity, in order to maintain this huge expenditure, we can only impose heavy taxes.

The reason why His Majesty the King and the nobles are now hostile is that the King bypassed the nobles and levied new taxes.

Of course, the nobles would not feel sorry for the lower-class common people, but those taxes were collected from their territories and the consequences would be borne by the nobles, so it would be strange if they were willing to do so.

Deya is not a great man, and he has no interest in developing productivity in this world.

The reason why he did not collect taxes was not because he was kind, but simply because Deya did not need it.

Deya does not need an army of living people to stabilize his rule; all his men are undead creatures.

Undead creatures do not need to eat or drink, have no extra desires, and do not know how to get tired, which makes them much more useful than human armies.

The only thing the undead creatures pursue is negative energy, and only negative energy can make them move.

But Deya has [Transcendence of Death], so he doesn't need to refine negative energy.

At the same time, Deya is a person with low material desires and he does not need a too luxurious life.

Now Deya understands what the teacher means.

As a wizard, he really just wanted to study magic, explore the truth, and make himself stronger. There was no need to pursue other things.

In this world where all power is concentrated in one person, as long as you have power and grasp the truth, you have everything.

'My real goal is the Limerick Mountains.'

Deya whispered in his heart.

This mountain range is home to a large number of monsters, rich in minerals, and various rare materials.

To put it another way, this is all expensive raw materials.

These materials are always needed to research spells.

Deya required no taxes from the town, but if anyone ventured into the Limerick Mountains, a portion of the spoils would go to Deya.

Deya's goal is to turn this town, which is the only way to enter the Limerick Mountains, into a service area, a duty-free trade zone and a gathering place for mercenaries.

He wanted to attract more mercenaries to come here and dig out this treasure trove of huge natural resources for himself.

The biggest disadvantage of undead creatures is that their individual IQs are insufficient, or in other words, they have no IQ. Undead creatures are unable to do complex tasks such as searching for materials for Deya.

This can only be done by living people.

"But the undead don't need order, but the living do. It's really troublesome. So we can just kill all the offenders."

A place that is too chaotic will only attract people away, so Deya has to give this place basic order.

He didn't want to deal with any courts or legal doctrines; that was too troublesome.

Thief? Kill him and turn him into an undead creature.

Robbery? Kill the undead creatures.

Killing people? When they kill you and turn you into an undead creature, they also take out your soul and continue to torture you.

Anyway, as long as it is a subjective crime, there is no need to make a verdict. There is no need to think about how many years to sentence, just kill him and be done with it.

This is definitely not the 'rule of law', but the purest reign of terror.

But for some people, such a reign of terror might be more to their liking.

As for catching the wrong person, that is unlikely to happen. In this world of magic, the possibility of misjudgment is still very low.

Deyad immediately designed a set of absolutely crude norms and regulations in his mind.

He doesn't need any stable rule, what he wants is terror.

"Matan, I have only one request for this town, and that is that you must believe in the Dark Moon Goddess. Those who do not believe will only die!"

Although Deya has never actually seen the Dark Moon Goddess, the goddess has helped him a lot, and Deya doesn't mind helping her rebuild her faith.

Apart from fanatics, there are only two kinds of faith.

One is positive motivation, believing in God will get you what you want.

One is reverse punishment, where those who do not believe in God will be punished.

Both generate faith.

“Don’t worry, sir. With all the great favors you’ve given, everyone will praise the goddess for her kindness!
If you are still not satisfied, then you deserve to die, Goddess of Dark Moon!"

Matan bent down, rubbing his hands and said.

Deya nodded slightly, and a mist rose around him, and the Ringwraith Knight walked out of it.

He said to the Ringwraith Knight: "Next, you lead the undead creatures to defend this place."

The hooded Ringwraith Knight, whose face could not be seen, nodded.

As Deya's rings increased, he was surprised to find that the undead creature of the hero template he contracted seemed to have intelligence.

Although his intelligence is still relatively low, he can only complete some simple tasks assigned by Deya.

But he believed that when he became stronger, the consciousness of these undead creatures would also become stronger, and they would be able to help him complete more complex tasks.

This is the Dukedom of Frederick. The other party will not stand by and watch us seize this land. They will definitely counterattack.

Deya doesn't care about ordinary troops, unless there are too many of them, otherwise they will just send corpses to him.

But at this time the front line was in a standoff, and Duke Frederick would never send a large army to attack him, and if the front line collapsed, he would be doomed.

The only thing you need to be careful about is that there may be multiple six-ring and seven-ring strong men coming together.

If they really came in a team, Deya would just hide in the mountains and not show up.

Deya was not worried that they would clear out the undead creatures here.

To kill so many undead creatures, they need to use the power of myth, but the six-ring and seven-ring strong men will never waste the power to kill so many cannon fodders.

Without the power of mythology, they would have no choice but to die in the face of the undead army. In the World Recollections, so many seven-ring warriors were killed by Deya in this way.

Therefore, it is impossible for these people to be interested in the undead creatures, and these cannon fodders can be pulled out again at any time.

They might just want to kill Deya once and for all.

'This puts Duke Frederick in a dilemma.'

'He was worried that the Undead Army would move south, but he didn't dare to wipe out the Undead creatures, thus leaving a loophole on the front line.'

"The Scourge of the Undead is indeed a powerful weapon of war."

At this moment, ripples suddenly appeared in the space around Deya. His expression lit up and he took out a letter from the ripples.

He quickly opened the envelope.

[Dear Dear Dear:
I have received your letter. There is no doubt that Mavis is the Master of the White Tower.

I won't give you any advice on whether she is trustworthy or not. You need to figure it out for yourself, but based on my understanding of her, everything she told you was not a lie.

Next, teacher, I have important things to do and may not be able to protect you for a while.

This matter is related to "evil".

As for what "evil" is, you can ask Mavis. The first time we met was also because of "evil".

During this time when I cannot protect you, Deya, you must be careful and take good care of yourself. Your teacher - Irving Aldridge]

The joy on Deya's face gradually disappeared and turned solemn.

'Evil'? What is this?
Deya thought again of the first time he met his teacher. Only a skull was left of the other party, obviously he had just fought a great battle.

Could it be that the reason why the teacher became like that was because of this "evil"? It was a little unbelievable that the teacher could be beaten like this with his strength.

But the teacher didn’t explain it very clearly, so it seems I really can only go back and ask Mavis.

(End of this chapter)