Zombie King of Blood Race

"No trouble, no trouble." With a smile on his face, Taft rubbed his palms excitedly.

The other party agrees?

The other party agreed! !

This is really nice.

"My name is Taussig, you can just call me Taussig directly."

He said Taussig's name silently in his heart, but Taft didn't dare to call him Taussig directly. He looked at Taussig with some embarrassment.

As a commoner, how could he directly call a nobleman by his name?

"It's okay, just call me Taussig!"

"Yes, Your Excellency." After nodding, Taft suddenly remembered that Tausig didn't know his name yet, and Taft said in a panic, "My name is Tafta. Your Excellency can just call me Taft."

"Yes, Mr. Taft. By the way, Mr. Taft..."

"What?" Taft tensed his body subconsciously, waiting for Tausig's order.

"Can you buy some clothes for me?" After a pause, Tausig added, "It's best to have clothes like yours."

This world probably uses gold coins or silver coins, but it's a pity that he doesn't have either.

Thinking of this, he touched his clothes. After Tausig took out a pocket watch from his arms, he found a necklace with a ring on his neck.

Pocket watches and rings are of special significance to him and cannot be sold. It seems that they can only be exchanged with necklaces.

The chain is very thin, which is the most commonly used interlocking craft in modern times, but in this world, the workmanship of this chain should be very fine!

Tausig, who took the chain and sent it to Taft, was stunned.

It's not because he was stunned, it's just that Taft's expression is really too distorted.

This combination of surprise, shock, ecstasy, and fear made Tausig both wary and puzzled.

After careful observation, it was found that the reason why the other party was so excited and ecstatic was not because of greed and delusion. While Tausig retreated from his guard, his eyes became more suspicious.

Looking at the ring and pocket watch on his lap along with his gaze, Tausig thought for a while before realizing why the other party was so excited.

The ring that Tausig always wears is not a thin ring like a wedding ring, but a power ring that would only be worn by nobles or the Pope.

Silver is used as the base, lapis lazuli is used as the face, and a curlicue t of the same color as the base is inlaid on the face of the lapis lazuli ring. Let alone how delicate the carvings on both sides of the ring are, the curlicue alone The word t makes people imagine.

Did the other party treat the ring in his hand as an emblem ring?

That's right, the ring itself was made in imitation of a power ring, no wonder the other party misunderstood it.

As for pocket watches—

He didn't know if there was such a thing as a clock in this world at this time. The silver case of the pocket watch alone should not make the other party so excited, so it is the pattern on the case that makes the other party so excited?

Nine-headed dragon, the middle dragon has a crown on its head, and a special pocket watch may be called fine workmanship or good-looking in modern times, but in this era, this nine-headed dragon with a crown has become It's a pattern!

Every noble family will have its own crest, no matter what kind of crest, as long as it is a crest, it represents a noble family, and the crest with a crown is only used by the royal family and the great nobles.

In other words, does the other party regard him as a great nobleman, or even a royal family?

I don't know if the other party's guess is good or bad for him.

But whether it's good or bad, it doesn't have any effect on him...or, he is already a zombie, doesn't it?

He gave the necklace in front of Taft again, and this gift finally made Taft come back to his senses.

Taft came back to his senses, and while the ecstasy and shock in his eyes receded, he looked at Tausig in panic, and the uneasiness and embarrassment of the commoners when they saw the nobles also increased a little.

"No, no, no, I can't take your things." Before seeing those two things, he might be tempted by this finely crafted chain, but after seeing those two things, he no longer dared to accept them. I'm still excited about this chain.

Compared to this person in front of him, this chain is nothing, as long as he can keep this person at home and make friends with this person, he will get more.

So let alone clothes, even if he was asked to offer everything, he would be willing.

Not a fake aristocrat—Tausig doesn't know much about this world, but Taft, who is an aboriginal, knows the rules of this world very well.

If he saves a down-and-out knight or a nobleman, he may not get real benefits because of the other party's down-and-out, but he can get intangible benefits, such as letting the knight or noble teach him child.

But when the person he saves is likely to be a great nobleman, or even a royal family... Taft has even greater ambitions. He wants to become, or make his son a knight of this person in front of him.

Is there any faster way to become a nobleman than this?

He thought there should be none.

At this time, Taft was very grateful that he had helped a passing nobleman, and he was also very fortunate to have made friends with that nobleman's personal servant.

If not, how could he know about such things as power rings, and how could he know that there are differences in seal patterns?

He is really very lucky.

Seeing that Taft insisted not to accept it, Tausig didn't insist anymore. After putting away the pocket watch, he put the ring on the necklace again and put it on again.

"I will make it up to you."

Hearing this, Taft's eyes lit up, and Taft did not delay this time, but hurriedly nodded to Tausig.

Sure enough, it was right not to accept it, but I don't know how the great nobleman will compensate him.

He very much hoped that the other party would compensate him as a knight, but Taft also knew that this was impossible, trying to suppress the excitement in his heart, he hurriedly said: "Your Excellency, you rest first, I will ask the villagers, they Do you have any new clothes that fit you?"

The successive stimuli had already caused Taft to lose his former composure. After saying this, he walked out in a hurry.

Seeing Taft leave without obstruction, Tausig lay back in the 'bed' again.

Immediately, he sank into the haystack, looking at the hay spreading on both sides of his cheeks, Tausig froze for a moment.

The living conditions here are really bad.

The dense forest is green, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and it is difficult for ordinary people to walk in the dense forest, but Tausig walks like nothing.

Tausig walked through the dense forest nimbly, his ears moved, flew up to a giant tree, and hid in the crown of the tree.

After a while, the sound of hooves trampling on fallen leaves came from not far away, and with this sound, a herd of deer came towards the giant tree where Tausig was hiding.

While walking, trembling ears, eating young leaves of green grass, while not forgetting the vigilant herd of deer, seemingly leisurely, but never let down their vigilance.

After the deer approached, they did not attack immediately. Tausig patiently waited for the opponent to relax his vigilance.

The timing was very accurate, as soon as the deer relaxed their vigilance, they rushed over. Tausig, who had spotted the target, without any hesitation, quickly put a fat stag to the ground.

Tausig grabbed the neck and pressed it hard to the ground. After realizing that he was caught, the buck kept kicking its hooves, trying to fight back.

No matter how strong this stag is, it is only a deer, so how could it possibly beat Tausig, who is already a zombie? Bite at the throat of the buck.

Blood overflowed, and the sweet taste filled Tausig's mouth. Tausig, who was addicted to the sweet taste, narrowed his eyes slightly.

As a zombie king, it's not that Tausig can't eat the food that ordinary people eat, but these foods are like drinks to him. Although they taste good, they can't be eaten as meals.

Compared with these 'drinks' living things, the spar in the zombie's brain and the energy cluster in the brain of the supernatural person are his staple food.

But it's a pity that there are not only no zombies in this world, but also no supernatural beings, so he can only eat living things.

After devouring the stag's blood, he gorged on the fresh meat. After eating nearly half of the stag, Tausig stopped.

Ignoring most of the remaining stags and the herd of deer that had already run away, Tausig came to the stream, washed his cheeks carefully, and then washed his fingers.

In the process of washing his hands, Tausig frowned slightly without ignoring the blood stains on his sleeves.

Fortunately, people in this era in this world wear clothes that are dirt-resistant and dirt-brown. Otherwise, blood stains would be difficult to wash off. After all, there is no soap or washing powder in this world. Isn’t there laundry detergent?

After rubbing his sleeves in the water twice, seeing that the blood stains had faded, he ignored it. Tausig looked at the still half of the stag's body, his eyes drooping in thought.

Fresh venison is indeed more mixed than anything else in this world. The meal cooked like vomit is delicious, but he always feels that he is like the old man who likes to eat meat, and only eats half of the plate. Meatless dishes, although full, are only half full and unsatisfactory, do zombies really like humans the most?

But since he regained his sanity, he no longer intends to eat people. Anyway, as a zombie king, he can't starve to death, so let's do it!

Taking out a rough knife that was only one finger wide and not sharp, Tausig looked at the still half of the stag's corpse, frowning and began to cut the venison.

At the beginning, he was not proficient and used the knife very clumsily, but after a while, Tausig was able to use the knife flexibly to separate the flesh and blood.

After a while, the venison piled up in a pile. Tausig, who felt that it was almost ready, put away his knife and tied up the venison with flexible grass stems.

This venison should be enough for the Taft family to eat several meals!

Ignoring the remains still piled on the ground, Tausig turned around and galloped out of the forest.

At this time, the adults in the village are all working, but the village is really too small, and no trouble can escape the eyes of everyone.

Fortunately, Taft's house was located on the edge of the village and close to the forest, so as long as Tausig was careful, he would not be stopped by someone and stopped him to talk non-stop.

Pulling the drape over his body, it is said that it is newly woven, but in Tausig's view, it is no different from the old blanket. He pushed open the door nailed by broken planks and walked into the house.

The hall, kitchen, bedroom, and even the storeroom were all in one room, so even the largest Taft home could be a mess.

Letting go of the farm implements leaning against the corner of the wall, and putting them in the middle of the room, with only a circle of stone fire pits, Tausig put the venison on the table in the corner.

There were some earthen pots, earthenware bowls, and even a few pieces of unleavened bread piled up in a mess on the table. Looking at the 'bread' that looked like dry rye dough, Tausig twitched the corners of his mouth.

Is this thing edible?