The branch president of the Adventurer's Guild in Bear Pig Town is a nice guy. After communicating with Marcus, Mu Hua also felt that his criticism of the Trickster was a bit ostentatious.

But Markas was a nice guy and spoke well. Mu Hua was curious about why Kunna didn't get along with him in the first place. Was it because of their positions? Or was it because Kunna hated fat people?

Tricksters can be considered a very dangerous demon to humans. Their danger does not lie in their fighting ability, but in their deception.

Just like their name, they like to deceive and are good at blackmail. As for humans, even though they know that they are frauds, many people will still be fooled.

Their fraud is not magic. They are just like a group of professional scammers who simply use words to deceive people, but many people will be fooled.

The threat posed by the Deception Demon to humans is unreasonable, which may also be related to the bad nature of humans.

Therefore, the best way to deal with tricksters is to just draw your knife and stab them in the kidneys when you see them.

To be honest, it seems to be a very stupid behavior to talk to a liar about reason, right and wrong, or have any communication with him.

Tricksters can cause harm to humans, but among demons, it is difficult for them to deceive demons even with the use of shapeshifting.

The strong ones among them mostly serve as advisers to some powerful people, otherwise they will easily become food for other demons during their growth.

Although he did not obtain abilities similar to 'Ancient Deception', Mu Hua did obtain some Transfiguration Skill Stones from a group of Tricksters at the edge of Snow Ridge Ranch, so it was not a complete loss. These Tricksters all had some Mithril and Demon Gold Coins on them.

Coupled with the hanging stones and a small amount of monster flesh and blood materials that are commonly dropped after death, compared to other low-level monsters, this group of fraudsters are unexpectedly rich. Or is it the benefit of "opening up new land"?

He also obtained a small amount of Hundred Refined Secret Stones, and the Undead Summoning was upgraded to LV80 but was stuck at the same level. The prerequisite skills required this time made Mu Hua a little nervous.

The Wind of Aging, Mu Hua never thought that one day he would figure out how to learn this horrible thing.

The Bite of Jealousy gave Mu Hua the ability to be immune to the erosion of the Wind of Aging, but he had never seen the Wind of Aging, and had no idea how to learn it or where to get it.

However, Mu Hua has not used the new summoned beast yet, so he is not in a hurry to continue improving the summoning of the undead.

He wanted to further upgrade his unorthodox fireball technique, but it was mixed with too much magic, and consumed a lot of the Hundred Refinements Secret Stone. Moreover, the last skill that limited its level was Explosive Flame. If it was limited in level again, Mu Hua’s current intelligence probably wouldn’t allow him to upgrade it, so he put it on hold for the time being.

The generation of ice element affects the spirit of water element (fake). After the full-level qualitative change, Mu Hua should be able to obtain an elemental spirit.

However, he was unsure whether there would be any pre-requirements in the middle of the process, so Mu Hua decided not to provoke such a high-end existence for the time being, but to choose some practical skills with high cost performance to strengthen first.

These skills should have been strengthened long ago, and Mu Hua didn't expect that he would be exhausted and turned into a ghost.

Dispel and Condensation, these two opposing magics shine in the Courtyard War, especially Dispel in restraining magic items. This magic can be said to be a natural counter to Gold Warriors, and it is a magic with a very high cost-effectiveness.

And just by dispelling it, you can even add a demon breaker position to the mage system.

Increasing the level can expand the strength and range of the dispel, and Mu Hua plans to max it out first.

Condensation is integrated into the inherent magic frost, but can be enhanced independently.

However, it is a bit of a loss to spend money on Condensation alone, as you will have to upgrade Frost sooner or later. Mu Hua plans to upgrade Frost first after Dispel, and then max out Condensation when the Frost level is reached. This will also save him from the frustration of encountering high-level Dispel in the future.

With the precedent of Fireball, Mu Hua also expected Frost to be more unserious.

After dispersing and condensing, Mu Hua also aimed at the magic shield.

Nowadays, Mu Hua basically won’t put on a magic shield for himself, mainly because the magic consumes too much magic power when he is in a naked defense state.

However, as the level of training increases, the magic shield will take on the defensive characteristics of the caster himself. Calculated according to the percentage, if the magic shield is upgraded to the extreme, it will have the same defense and resistance as Mu Hua's body. Needless to say, the change in its effectiveness will be significant.

After some thought, he put other skills aside for the time being, and as for these three spells that could be described as "rogue black hands" among the casters, Mu Hua prepared to flip over their cards first.

I collected the Terror Knight, rode back to the city, and contacted Tina to inquire about the renovation and decoration of the shops in the commercial street.

After confirming that there were not too many rumors about ghosts and gods in the fortress city for the time being, Mu Hua contacted Samantha unconsciously and asked her for the sake of conversation if she had any channels to purchase potion materials.

He was always thinking about Samantha, and that indescribable emotion gave Mu Hua a headache.

Mu Hua blamed it on the fact that he didn't catch Samantha to have sex with. As a man, even if he is in love, he shouldn't be obsessed with her endlessly after having sex a few more times.

As long as they have sex enough, any man can possess the domineering qualities that women desire.

I really don’t understand why women like that domineering style. Well, maybe it’s because they have money? After all, a domineering boss without money is called a gangster. . .

Thinking about all sorts of things, Mu Hua did not go looking for Odysseus. He left the courtyard and went to the farm to attend the party initiated by Old Morey.

Shouldn't we first consult a few people in the town about matters concerning ghosts and gods?

It's not a good idea to keep this a secret.

If it is revealed someday, it will be very embarrassing. Besides, I have no adverse effect on the living, at most I will become a ghost after death.

The joy sent on Tuesday can largely prevent ghosts from going crazy due to emptiness. It would be nice to be a sane ghost after death, right? It can also be evolved.

But where can we find people who can let Tuesday cast the withering curse?

Abyss? I have killed all those who can be killed, and those who cannot be killed can provide little pleasure.

Raising monsters? Putting the withering curse on the monsters you raise? Those monsters will probably go crazy.

Prison? No connections, not really suitable.

Courtyard monsters? Hmm... mazes. Yes, the maze monsters in Fiona's courtyard seem quite suitable.

Anyway, they can't leave the maze area. They are cursed with withering, so let them go crazy in the maze. They won't cause too much trouble.

Well, this seems to be possible and seems worth a try.

At the party, Mu Hua ate and drank absentmindedly.

Sometimes I thought about Samantha, sometimes I thought about jealousy and ghosts, sometimes I wondered if these neighbors I had finally gotten to know would turn against me because of ghosts, and sometimes I thought about Samantha again, bah…

Death to Radiali, explosion, world!

Pete's resignation is a foregone conclusion, and even if the mayor comes, he cannot match him. Among a group of middle-aged and elderly people, Mu Hua has become a hot commodity in the eyes of the farm girls.

Unfortunately, Mu Hua rejected all the girls' invitations. He thought the cowboys on the farm were more suitable for them. Mu Hua's physique was a bit high now, so it would be a little dangerous for ordinary girls to play with him.

Mu Hua gathered with a group of middle-aged and elderly people in a mature manner. Old lady Selma gulped down beer, boasted about her daughter who had the hope of joining the noble knights, and from time to time popularized some concepts related to ghosts and gods to everyone.

The atmosphere of the party was very lively. Under the starry sky at night, the dark clouds of fate seemed to cover the small town where all industries were waiting to be developed.

In a hidden underground space on the outskirts of Heyman, the perfect lighting system ensures that the hangar-like basement is not dark at all, but the scenes inside seem to be proclaiming infinite malice to the world.

Women, a large number of beautiful women bound by chains, sleeping peacefully, with bulging bellies, they exude the aura of a witch.

When a small hand with sharp nails pierced the belly of a pregnant woman, the flowing blood and internal organs still did not disturb the pregnant woman's sleep.

Sleep is a physiological activity that cannot be more normal, but if placed in the curse system, it is a top-level curse that surpasses the high level.

Hundreds of witches are sleeping in this underground space. They are giving birth to the offspring of the devil. This is not the awakening of the witches. They are all witches who have awakened long ago. Is someone using them to create the first generation of demons?
"Penelope! Are you crazy? Let me go!" Another witch with a terrified face was pushed into the basement. The witch screamed and struggled, and a man and a woman walked out from a corner of the basement.

"For many years, witches have suffered discrimination, and you wandering witches have done nothing to benefit your people."

"My dear, the witch is about to enter the real palace. We need strength, so you need to do something." The tall woman named Penelope walked up to the captured witch, stroked her cheek, and said softly.

"You are also a wandering witch! Let me go, I am willing to follow you." The witch shook her head and begged for mercy, looking at the sturdy man next to Penelope, her eyes full of fear.

"A wandering witch? Ha, not now. Go to sleep." Penelope chuckled. Under the influence of the eternal sleep curse, the captured witch stopped struggling, breathing evenly, and fell into sleep.

"Barber." Penelope called the man next to her.

"Penelope, I'm a little fed up." The man impatiently approached the sleeping witch, and a breath spurted out of his mouth while speaking.

The strange smell was inhaled into the body of the sleeping witch. Her even breathing seemed to become rapid, and her cheeks gradually flushed.

Breath of Asmodeus!

"Fascinating scent, Barber. We need to buy time. You can make them pregnant faster and the children grow up faster."

"My reflection will soon be discovered, so we need to hurry."

Penelope moved closer to the man and seemed to be infected by the man's scent. Her originally beautiful face became as ugly as a mummy. But seeing her face changing back and forth between beauty and ugliness, the man named Barber showed a smile of love.

"These little bastards are meaningless, we don't need them." Holding Penelope's slender waist, Barbour kissed her lips.

"No, I need them. They will help me fulfill my wishes. The demons will go crazy for them."

As Penelope murmured as she wrapped herself around Barber's body, a demon that appeared from nowhere rode on the body of the sleeping witch.

The dress was torn and the devil laughed mockingly.

And Barber, who was entangled with Penelope, had changed into a devil's face without knowing when, a big devil's face. (End of this chapter)