Lord of terror

"Lord Baron!" Someone shouted, and the bloodshot brain made Kunz attack anyone who approached.

"Don't force him, it will hurt him!" someone else yelled.

Kunz saw a light, his brain cooled down instantly, and extreme exhaustion also hit him at the same time, Kunz shook twice and fell to the ground.

When he woke up, he was in his room, with candles on the candlestick, and Moria stood beside the bed: "You're awake, Lord Baron, how do you feel?"

"It's okay... I'm hungry." I want to eat boiled fish, I want to eat cold salad with three shreds, I want to eat fried belly shreds in sauce, I want to eat salt and pepper mushrooms, I want to... But even if the place only has unpalatable barbecue and vegetables, he still Need to eat a lot.

In addition, his whole body hurts now, as if he had been beaten, but it shouldn't matter.

"I'm going to prepare dinner for you."

"Thank you." Is it already night?

[Kuntz, are you feeling better? ] Butler J asked cautiously.

[Don't worry, I'm quite happy. 】

[... Are you overly stimulated? ] So I went crazy.

[No, I found a way to deal with those pressures. 】

【? ? 】

[As long as I finish 'certain things', I can hide alone! ] Kunz, who was lying on the bed alone, had bright eyes.

At that moment when the goblin rushed up, his mind was full of: As long as I hack you to death, the matter will be resolved!

The terror of death and the awe of life disappeared at that moment, leaving only the shortcut that instinctively found after being oppressed by the limit.

So, this is the result now.

Butler J had the feeling that he had released something "strange".

Moria brought a lot of food, and Kunz was full. After Moria blew out the candles and left, Kunz, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.The image of the goblin turning into a pile of minced meat kept flashing before his eyes, and the darkness in the room turned into surging plasma. The excitement just now disappeared, and the pervasive fear gradually submerged in his nose. Kunz began to toss and turn in bed.

[You did the right thing, don't be afraid, want me to sing you a song? ] Butler J tried to comfort him. Kunz knew he was afraid, which made Butler J a little happy. First, the market could accept it, as long as it wasn’t something really “strange”.

【Do not. 】

Butler J said something again, but Kunz's brain didn't receive it at all. He didn't know how he fell asleep that night. Even after falling asleep, he didn't get calm. It was a nightmare...

When he woke up again in the morning, he was officially thrown to John. The big man looked at Kunz still reluctantly: "He needs a pair of boots that fit his feet. Now he can't even run like this."

"The cobbler will be here in a day or two."

"Okay." John finally looked at Kunz. Kunz wanted to hide behind Moria, but after breakfast, Moria told him that as a baron he had to stand up, but now he was not so much standing up. There, rather stiffly, "Master Baron, if you can't bear it, you can tell me at any time."

"Okay, okay." Kunz's voice was dry and hoarse like someone who was extremely thirsty.

After Moria left, John looked at Kunz with a puzzled expression: "Master Baron, I know you have awakened the talent of a summoner, so why don't you continue to be a summoner?"

He seemed to be coaxing a child, with a helpless and disdainful tone.

"I want to be strong."

"Your voice is softer than a mosquito." John put his hands on his shoulders, "Okay, since you insist, let's start with the basics."

He turned and left, and when he came back, he lightly grabbed a stone the size of a human head in his hand, and pulled out a hemp rope from one side. John tied it and tied it to Kunz's back, so that he could face it like this The sun stands and then leaves it alone.

Kunz was surrounded by training fighters. Fortunately, most of them didn't care about him and just focused on their own training, which didn't make Kunz too uncomfortable.Gradually, he didn't have the energy to care whether other people cared about him. He sweated more and more, his whole body became hotter and hotter, and then he passed out.It was past noon when he woke up again, and Moria was looking after him: "You have suffered from heat stroke, Lord Baron."

"...Can I continue to train with John?"

There was a hint of surprise on Moria's expressionless face: "I thought you didn't want to see John."

"I don't want to see him, but I should train myself."

"..." Moria gently handed over a glass of water, "Yes, because you are a qualified baron. And this time it's my fault, John hasn't trained teenagers for too long, he miscalculated you physical condition. I will stay with you in the future and will not let you be squeezed to the limit."

"Thank you."

Moria did what he said, and Kunz's training location was moved from under the sun to the shadow of the castle.Then the tailor and the cobbler did come, and the blacksmith, the brewer, and they were not just one, which means not only that they came with their families, but also that there were many craftsmen, and three of them cook!

From this, I also know that Moria is still not good at some things, such as cooking.

Kunz had had a relatively good meal that day—the spices were still heavy, but at least it wasn't the chaotic taste of the boss and Sailor Moon fighting in their mouths.

It seemed that everything was fine, but in fact it was not. The condition of Kunz's nightmare didn't get better, but got worse. He was woken up night after night by the distorted bloody monster.Moria noticed and started giving him a herbal drink that tasted like herbal tea, and Kunz was a little moved when he tasted it.

"Can I use this as a drink in the future?"

"Do you like this taste? It's really a unique taste. But this herbal drink has certain side effects on the body, so it's best not to."

"Oh..." Kunz, who had finished drinking the herbal drink, drooped his eyelids, talked to Moria in a daze, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

But that didn't work, Kunz was still awakened by the nightmare in the middle of the night.And this time the dream seemed particularly scary, even though he had forgotten the content of the dream, he only remembered a bloody chaos, he was exhausted, the pillow and sheets were soaked in sweat, he seemed to be lying in a piece of wet mud.

[Kuntz. ] Butler J has nothing to do with it [Maybe we can start the game earlier, and you will be much better with the company of players. 】

[No...] He's mentally abnormal, but he's not stupid. There will be ten players coming in next time.But even if there are only ten, it is not enough for a socially phobic youth who was not even a group leader when he was in elementary school.He discussed with Butler J to give himself a year to adapt and learn, but it might not be enough.

What can I do?Go on like this, and in less than a year he'll be dead from lack of sleep.He needs someone to give him a sense of security, not Butler J, not John, not Moria.In a daze, Kunz thought of the captain...

Although he said he would take care of Kunz personally, the captain hasn't appeared since DNA threw him to Moria that day.

Kunz moved around on the bed, no longer lying in the wettest place, and lay with his eyes open until daytime.

This state lasted for three days, and it rained on the third day. Moria didn't let Kunz go outside to continue training, but let him stay in Sudong Tower to read.Kunz looked dazed for a while, but was soon awakened, he couldn't stand it anymore.

Wearing a quilt and barefoot, she walked towards the North Tower...

The cold air rose along the soles of the feet, which reminded Kunz of the situation on the first day.

[I am a coward. ] Kunz came all the way to the entrance of the North Tower. He squatted down by the door and wrapped himself into a ball with a quilt.

【You are just an ordinary person without any training. ] Butler J comforted him, he felt that he had become a good system, and he didn't even have any eccentric interest [You are not timid, you are brave, you have been working hard to adapt yourself.I once had a host. When we first met, he made sure that he was able to do decathlon, but when something happened, he started to cry and say 'I can't, I can't'. 】

【and then? 】

[Then the mission fails, his own world and the civilization of another world are destroyed, and it will take billions of years before a new intelligent race will appear, right? 】

【…】

[…] Butler J suddenly realized that what he said was not funny at all, but instead increased Kunz's burden.His current situation is caused by the guilt of killing "people" and the huge mental pressure [Uh...someone is here to invite you. 】

【? 】

[Look up and open your eyes. 】

He wrapped himself up so tightly, with his knees tucked up, his head down, his head still in his hands, it was amazing how he could still breathe. Steward J's words let him relax a little bit, and then he was startled, a fist-sized ball of light was suspended in front of him.

Kunz dodged back sharply, his back pressed against the wall, but a familiar aroma flooded into his nostrils.

"……team leader?"

The light cluster turned a small circle gently.

Kunz stood up and floated in a small circle towards the door of the tower, apparently leading the way.Kunz felt happy, the captain was willing to see him, but felt guilty for disturbing the other party in the middle of the night, but of course he chased the light ball upstairs.

All the way to the top of the tower, outside the captain's door, Kunz stopped again.The door was open, and the room was as bright as day, so the milky-white lambskin carpet could be clearly seen, and Kunz's feet were too dirty to see.

"Come in, Lord Baron, or do you think my invitation is not formal enough?" The captain's voice was as soft as ever, with a nice portamento.

"My feet are dirty."

"It's all right, you can't stain the carpet."

"...I'm sorry, thank you." After hesitating at the door for two seconds, Kunz walked into the captain's room with stiff legs.

The author has something to say:

Kunz: Captain QAQ, you are so kind.

Captain: ... as long as you think it's good →_→