68 66 Jean Doobie (1/2)

”Ha-ha-ha. My name is Jean Doobie! Lord of the Supreme Undead!

and shouted was a suspicious figure with a somewhat difficult atmosphere to get close to. If anything happens, it's suspicious enough to be suspected first.

Name: Jean Doobie Age: 49

Race: Demon Race

Occupation: Underwriter

Status: Normal

Status Level: 45

HP: 180 MP: 616 Arm Strength: 91 Health: 93 Agility: 119 Intelligence: 179 Magic: 226 Dexterity: 123

Skills

Dark Resistance: Lv6, Chant Shortening: Lv4, Appraisal: Lv8, Signal Blocking: LvMax, Family Summoning: Lv8, Caning: Lv4, Necromancer Manipulation: Lv8, Necromancer Sorcery: LvMax, Dagger Sorcery: Lv2, Formulation: Lv7, Toxic Resistance: Lv3, Toxic Knowledge: Lv7, Fire Sorcery: Lv3, Underworld Sorcery: Lv5, Herbal Knowledge: Lv4, Dark Sorcery: Lv5, Signal Complete Blocking, Necromancer Madness, Friends of the Necromancer, Magic Manipulation, Soaring in Magic

Unique skills

Soul Eye

Title

Assassination Heavenly, Undead Creator, Killer, Necromancer, Necromancer King

Equipment

Dragon Bone Wand, Necromancer King's Fractured Robe, Devil's Shoes, Death Bracelet, Ransom Bracelet

Are the signs completely blocked? I guess I didn't even get caught up in the sign detection because of this.

Even so, you're strong. Physical status is low, but magic and skills are considerable. If we get to a higher level, it could be a good battle with Gilmouth's Klimt.

Besides, this guy is a necromancer. If you hide yourself in complete blockade and let the undead fight, you'll be able to fight even your opponents. Hopefully, I don't want to be hostile.

”Maybe you're from the Demon Clan?

Argen speaks out in horror.

”Ho? Do you understand?

”Yeah, you can see there are horns from above the robe, and those nails and fangs. And the fact that the skin was white was also a characteristic of the Demon clan.”

”You're studying inside! Yes, I am a demon.”

”No, it's amazing how rare it is to see you around here.”

”There are not many demons on this continent. It's also biased to the east.”

Was the Demon Nation a form of humanity? No, you were just wondering. But my common sense could be weird, like Necromancer magic. Looks like the Demons weren't the enemy of humanity or anything like that.

”So, who are you guys? Looks like Bernardo brought you here.

”Ha Yi, soy mo da da ma shite”

”Hmm? Fair enough. Shall I just talk to you at my lab? Follow me.”

”Mina sama, go ahead, this is he”

Is the lab that borough shed? What should I do? I don't think he's the enemy...

The Frans are already walking out after us. I'll take care of it.

”Ursi. Don't let yourself get distracted, either, okay?

(On!)

”Ha ha. Welcome to the Institute of Darkness and Death, my abyss.”

That's a lot to look at. But the lab. Maybe the worn out look was a disguise, and there was no state-of-the-art - or anything like that - inside that gathered pieces of magic guidance.

It's bigger than I thought, but that's about it. The rest was usually a mountain hut with a rounded sense of life.

”Institute?”

Looks like Fran had the same question.

”Ha ha. My experiments are often dangerous, so the main body of the laboratory is underground so that no damage can be done around it. You want to see it? Hehe, let's just say curiosity kills dragons as well. Come on.”

I see. Sure, you can feel magic coming from the basement. What Jean is saying will be true. Like I want to see it, I don't want to see it... It's a Necromancer's lab. The slaughterhouse must also have a bright blue sight. And one more thing. Ugly!

”That's it, Ga.”

Line up the teacups Bernardo put on the basin on the table. Soon you'll be wearing an apron and you really smell human.

”Thanks?”

Wow. That's toxic. Inside the teacup is a drizzled liquid with a red-purple color. Coarse tea? Or it just looks poisonous. But when Jean, the landlord, took the sassy cup, he drank it all at once.

”Um, this rich fragrance. Complex flavors. You're the best.”

Is that true? Well, I'm not responding to crisis detection, and you're okay? It also has abnormal state resistance.

”... still in front of you”

A sip of the mysterious tea, Fran gently put the cup back on the table. I'll feed you a mouthful later.

”So, Bernardo, what happened?

”First of all, sir.”

Bernardo explains to Jean how it happened. Wow, Jean's looking at us.