[Comprehensive Fairy Tale] The Lord God ruined my childhood!

There was a mixed smell of dust and mold in the dungeon, but Arthur had to be thankful that there was still oxygen here. He groped forward in the dark, and the only light source was the faint phosphorescence. Bright, Arthur walked out of the long and dark corridor and entered a slightly empty hall.

The exquisite carvings have weathered over time, and quickly shattered when touched. Arthur guessed that this should be the underground palace left by the undead, because he had seen similar patterns in the secret room—a falcon with an olive branch in its mouth.

It can be deduced from the pattern that the undead was also a promising king who admired the way of benevolence, but he was trapped in the hunting ground of the devil, and he was destined not to spend the life that ordinary people should have.

Arthur just sighed for a while. After carefully observing the surrounding area, he added a little drinking water, and then began to grope and move forward.The light here is a bit brighter, and Arthur can vaguely see two doors with alchemical symbols on them, but...

he can't see qvq

Even if reincarnation is reset, His Majesty's night blindness is still very serious!

How to choose?That's a good question, Arthur thought about it, and finally he decided to roll the dice to decide the direction.This is not a child's play. There is a clown in Arthur's court, who is only for the entertainment of the princes and nobles. He always makes troubles when Arthur is not paying attention. I lost so much that I didn't even have a pair of pants left!

That day, the clown remembered the fear of being dominated by the emperor, and shed sad tears.

Odd numbers go left, even numbers go right, Arthur murmured silently and threw the dice.The small cube has rounded edges and corners, rolling violently in the darkness... disappeared!

Arthur: ... Let's see you in the next reincarnation, goodbye manually.

A "click" came from the distant darkness, Arthur raised his head slightly, and under the faint phosphorescent light, a pale skeleton came out.The skeleton of the skeleton was still covered with a layer of leather armor, most of which were rotten and covered with mold. It held a sword in its right hand and a shield in its left, and its black eye sockets were facing Arthur's direction.

"Click click", the skeleton's jaw opened and closed, and let out a creepy laugh.

"This, is this... your... dice?" the skeleton asked, and then he laughed again, "Kakaka, I've been here for many years, people have forgotten me, now Finally, someone came to accompany me."

"Let's play dice!" Skeleton threw down the sword and suggested enthusiastically.Arthur's expression changed slightly, as if he wanted to persuade it, and suddenly he felt blessed.

"Okay, to make it a little more interesting, let's add some headlines."

Half an hour later, the skeleton had long since lost its sword and shield, and even the leather armor no longer belonged to it.It hummed, unwillingly wanting to come back like a normal gambler.

"I can still bet!" the skeleton yelled, "I bet my arm this time!"

"Then I'll bet on your sword, shield and leather armor. It's really a disadvantage." Arthur threw the dice with a conniving tone, "I can't help it. Who asked me to treat you as a friend."

The skeleton was deeply moved, he had never seen such a generous and selfless human being!

"Oh, yes! My friend!" The skeleton's tone was exaggerated, and the drawn-out tone was like an exaggerated nobleman. Arthur was really considering the possibility that the other party was a nobleman during his lifetime.

After another half an hour, the skeleton was lying on the ground scratching its ears, yes, lying on the ground, because now it lost only one head, and it became difficult to open and close its jaw with "click click". Its shield is placed on the bottom, and the sword is placed on the top, making a slope to facilitate the skeleton to speak.

"You are such a good man!" The skeleton was deeply moved by Arthur's thoughtfulness.

"Yes, I am!" Arthur was also deeply moved by the skull's IQ.

"Do you still want to gamble?" Arthur couldn't bear it. After all, this idiot lost so badly that even he couldn't see it.

"Of course!" The skeleton nodded vigorously, "I feel like I can win right away, this time I will bet on my head!"

"But you lost on your head last time." Arthur reminded it indifferently, "Now it belongs to me, and it's still there for your convenience."

The skeleton was dumbfounded, and it was deeply moved. It felt that Arthur was really a gentle and considerate human being who was indifferent to fame and fortune.

The skeleton wanted to continue playing dice, but he really had nothing to press the table.The small head went through hard thinking, and the skeleton suddenly thought of what else he could bet on.

"Here is a holy sword! I bet on that holy sword!"

Oh oh what a surprise, Arthur raised his eyebrows slightly, he actually just wanted to force the skeleton until there was nothing left, and then asked it for a map here, but judging by this guy's IQ, Arthur felt that his every step of the way was careful. Caution all fed Rex.

The holy sword evokes all kinds of memories of the skeleton. It has a bone face excitedly. Barabara told Arthur that it still has many things to bet on, such as magical potions, torches, keys to leave here, etc., etc. So they still have at least four more to play.

Arthur: Well, let’s play (⊙v⊙)

The final result was as expected. Arthur had a holy sword on his waist, a bottle of potion and a key in the package, and a bag in his hand, which contained Brother Skeleton's body in disarray.However, Brother Skull was very moved, seeing the outside world made his eyes wet, even so, he did not forget to hold the dice tightly between his bones.

Arthur inexplicably had the feeling that his own mother gave him a golden finger. He felt that he could go back and fight the devil now.

But forget it, the devil has not personally experienced the pain of being a king, Arthur does not intend to let him go so easily_(:3ゝ∠)_

Leaving the underground palace smoothly from the exit, Arthur headed west all the way deep into Ramascus.Everything he experienced was the same as but different from what was described in the book. What he saw was not necessarily beautiful scenery, but more dangerous.

Arthur is very proficient in using magic now. He has a natural hand feel. After practicing hard, he has developed a lot of magical effects, which are enough to deal with various situations. What's more, since he got the holy sword, Arthur feels I am already a useless person.

The specific performance is that you can win with your eyes closed...

Therefore, except as a last resort, Arthur, who does not want to be destroyed by himself, does not know how to use the holy sword. He was a little passive at first, but soon, His Majesty the King will be able to hang and beat the robbers he meets on the road. If there are fewer people, he will attack alone. Just attack in groups, stun the bottom and keep the top uncapped.

What made Arthur very depressed was that after a trip to Ramascus, he didn't find any news about Frost's Blood. Instead, he learned about the religion and people's livelihood in Ramascus. He felt... next time he might be able to launch A jihad cannot make this country truly develop.

The massacre and exclusion of heretics by religion is obvious to all. Arthur believed that once Ramascus captured his country, what awaited the innocent citizens would not be accommodation and acceptance, but massacres. He would never sit back and watch this happen.

The former king who abdicated and worried about the country said that he should prepare for the next reincarnation.

Any prince or minister would probably faint from fright when they saw Arthur's current situation. Their king was staying in a simple tavern, drinking the cheapest ale, and the mercenaries on the table next to him were still spitting The nonsensical jokes are spoken freely, and all kinds of voluptuous and explicit descriptions are enough to make people who have received aristocratic education turn away in shame and indignation.

Arthur ate his portion of food with a flat expression. It was not tasty. The creamy soup was thick and greasy, and the steak was too hard to bite. But he finished eating and put a silver coin on the table.

"...It's not delicious, right?" A hoarse female voice came, Arthur raised his head calmly, and the man in the old cloak had already sat down opposite him, with a disrespectful gaze from under the hood, Then Jie Jie laughed.

"How young, how fresh... You have never experienced the waning old age, and you don't know the rush of getting old." With a hoarse voice, Arthur almost thought that the person in front of him was sick, or he I met another liar prophet.

"Would you like to make a bet?" asked the "lunatic" opposite.

"What's the bet?" Arthur remained calm.

"For 15 years, you endure the torture of being old for 15 years, and I will give you what you want most."

What Arthur wanted most was undoubtedly frost blood.He has some doubts whether the other party can really come up with this thing, and at present, this is not the right time for him to make a bet. He has no one around him. It's an extremely dangerous thing.

"I don't want to accept the bet now." Although Arthur's tone was loose, there was no sign of agreement.

"It's okay." The owner of the hoarse voice seemed very enlightened, "If you plan to agree, you can call me through this."

She buckled a small badge with rusty edges on the table, and her figure disappeared like mist. It was strange that no one around her cared about her sudden disappearance and appearance.

Arthur knew at once who he had met. The legend of the witch was circulating nearby, emphasizing that the other party disappeared and appeared suddenly like a mist. No one knew where she went, no one knew where she came from.In fact, in the eyes of the magician, the witch just used a particularly clever water magic.

Arthur put away the badge, intending to summon the witch for a bet after he settled down in one place.

The rest of the journey was very smooth. Arthur missed his hometown and went back very quickly.When crossing the border, he saw barbed wire fences stretching to the sky, and the procedures for entering the border cities were also very cumbersome. The whole country was like a huge military fortress, worthy of being a usurper who started as a general.

Fortunately, Arthur has already completed his personal identity certificate in Lamascus, and with the addition of magic to slightly change his appearance, he can enter the city without any danger.Arthur could clearly see that his portrait was still in the reward column, and the amount on it gave him the urge to surrender.

A lot of gold coins (ˉ﹃ˉ)

The appearance of the people in the city is not bad. Although they are not as satisfied and joyful as Arthur was in power, it can be seen that food and clothing can still be guaranteed.Arthur wanted to laugh at the thought of the devil squatting on the throne. He deserved to set some medieval curse, and he was overjoyed to finally trap himself in it.

Arthur noticed a change in his mentality. The past few years of travel had changed him a lot. Arthur even felt that this kind of life like a ranger was what he really yearned for, relying on magic to travel between countries, alone, There is no need to worry too much, just hang and beat those who are not used to it.

Habitually choosing the busiest tavern, Arthur walked in, and happened to hear a bard playing and singing the story of the evil dragon. His soft and melancholy voice uttered the princess's sorrow, and the old man sitting below could hear it. The drivers started driving again.

Arthur listened with one ear in and the other out, and suddenly heard someone commenting: "I heard that His Majesty the King will personally fight the dragon."

Um?Arthur couldn't help pricking up his ears.