Downton hid in the adjacent street, trying to avoid the gentleman ghoul's line of sight as much as possible, but not far from the courtyard where Tony's body was placed, probably less than a hundred meters.

  Seris clutched the magical tome, following Tangent down the long street as they sprinted, having already sent the minions into the war space where it was not only convenient but also didn't have to worry about the noise from their running attracting undead creatures.

  Danton rushed into a courtyard fifteen meters away from the gentry's corpse, where the undead creatures inside had been killed in advance for temporary hiding.

  No. 5 was released and, in order not to arouse the suspicion of that ghoul, even his armor was taken off.

  "Go!" Danton waved his hand and his loyal demonic servant sprang into action immediately.

  The pages of the ancient book displayed the scenes seen by the Eye of the Abyss.

  The gentleman ghoul savored the brain while staring at Tony's belly, probably thinking about where to make the incision without damaging the internal organs and affecting its appearance.

  No. 5 approached the gap in the wall, and upon hearing footsteps, the Gentleman Ghoul swiftly picked up his crossbow and darted into the house, constantly looking back to observe his enemy as well as showing reluctance to leave this grand feast behind.

  "How fast!" Serese exclaimed, and Danton's expression also became serious. This guy was actually faster than Assassin Tony.

  No. 5 entered the yard and directly pounced on the corpse, squatting beside it and starting to devour it with big bites.

  The demons are also ghouls, and can naturally enhance their power by devouring the corpses of living things. However, as a human being, Tang Dun is not used to this practice, so he prohibits it.

  "Scram, that's Jackson Lord's lunch!" The gentleman ghoul saw that it was just a lowly ghoul without even a soul seal, and his courage immediately filled his body. He rushed out of the house and let out a low growl towards No. 5.

  "This guy is the lord?" Seres asked in puzzlement.

  In the world of Warcraft, a lord is not self-proclaimed, but rather earned through strength and conquest. They must also seize territory, so those who bear the title of Lord are almost always super-tier demons, powerful beings that only dragon-slaying mages have the qualifications to vanquish.

  "Of course not, it doesn't even have the ghoul emblem that represents a lord's identity." Danton shook his head, Jackson's tattered body looked like it had just been gnawed by a pack of wild dogs.

  "It's actually a boastful ghoul who loves to talk big, must catch it alive for collection!" Holma couldn't help but laugh, if he were the lord, just relying on his soul pressure would be enough to crush No. 5's head.

  Due to vocal cord damage, Jackson's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, but it was indeed Jutlandic, with the characteristic slightly rolled r's of the northern dialect.

  No. 5 gave up eating and walked over to the gentleman ghoul who called himself Jackson, under Tonton's command, staring at him.

  "It's all my fault, take the body away!" Jackson suddenly knelt down on both knees and put on a flattering smile.

  Tang Dun and Holma were stunned. They had been prepared to see the Gentleman Corpse's strength, but they hadn't expected it to make such an unexpected move.

  "Am I seeing things? Is it... kneeling?" Seres looked at Danton with a stunned expression, asking "It's absolutely more powerful than No. 5, why?"

  "Because in showing weakness to the enemy, it's convenient for a sneak attack!" Tang Dong hinted at the scene on the page of the book that Death Nymph was reading.

  Jackson knelt on the ground, looking at No. 5 with a humble expression like a loyal dog trying to please its master, but his right hand quickly and stealthily reached behind his back, grasped the crossbow, and fired an arrow straight at No. 5's head.

  Whoosh, the crossbow bolt hit No. 5's neck and nailed it in place. With such a practiced pose and accuracy, Gentleman Corpse obviously didn't use his crossbow sparingly.

  "Hmph!" Jackson was dissatisfied with not being able to kill the enemy with one shot, spat out a mouthful of saliva, threw away his crossbow, quickly drew his curved knife, and rushed towards No. 5, fiercely chopping at its head.

  No. 5 dodged at the same time and stretched out its sharp claws, scratching towards Jackson's eyes.

  The curved knife was of poor quality and got stuck in the arm of No. 5, Jackson quickly let go and turned to the back of No. 5.

  Under its feet, a dark green light ring with a radius of half a meter suddenly emerged, and its speed instantly doubled.

  Like a gust of wind, Jackson appeared behind No. 5, holding the dagger that had been pulled out from his boot, and stabbed it fiercely into its brain.

  In the midst of brain splattering everywhere, Jackson exerted a forceful stir, followed by a kick to the back of No. 5, sending it flying out.

  "Damn, you actually robbed Mr. Jackson of his big meal, you simply don't know how to live." Jackson walked up to No. 5's side, checked it out, confirmed that it was dead, and then very rudely spat a mouthful of saliva onto its corpse.

  "This is not a gentleman, it's despicable!" Serese didn't like Jackson, who had strong abilities but came up and surrendered on his knees, then launched a sneak attack, which was simply too shameless.

  "It actually activated the speed-increasing Swift Ring, and there's also this cunning wisdom. Tanton, you're in big trouble." Holma estimated that even if Tanton and Serese were to fight one-on-one, their chances of winning wouldn't be high. "Who knows, it might have other rings too."

  The Corpse Eater can activate its innate abilities during the Jinjie stage, which are various halos with different effects. In addition to using them itself, it can also grant them to others of the same kind.

  "Is there a way to make it a magic servant?" Tong Dun's heart moved, if he could capture Jackson, under the radiation of the halo, even wearing heavy armor, the speed of the magic servants wouldn't be much slower.

  "Your soul power is not enough, and the atonement of the dead is out of the question. The divine technique of soul redemption can be used, but it's not worth mentioning that learning it is quite troublesome, and using it to deal with a single ghoul would be too much of a waste." Holma analyzed, "It seems like we can only use the Death Contract now."

  "What's that?" Serese asked curiously.

  "A contract of extreme inequality, once signed, Jackson's soul and body would become Danton's property, even if it meant death, it had to be executed unconditionally, otherwise the power of the contract would instantly crush its soul." Holma explained.

  "Is this a devil's contract?" Tandon had heard that the devils belonging to the Lawful Evil camp loved to tempt humans into signing all sorts of seemingly equal contracts that were actually full of traps.

  "It doesn't matter where it comes from, the key is to get Jackson to write his true name on the contract!" As a great encyclopedia, Holma's knowledge was as vast and numerous as the stars in the Milky Way.

  Jackson can easily jump onto a five-meter-high roof, meaning that the tactic of killing pits cannot be used, and with its cautiousness and cunning, it is estimated that it will not fall into traps either.

  "Continue to hunt the spiders methodically, don't let Jackson see any flaws, and then think of a way." Holma advised, "Don't worry, it's obviously letting you work for free, preparing corpses for it. It shouldn't have any intention of attacking you before all the spiders are killed."

  "Damn it, I've been used by a ghoul!" Tang Don was furious. "Once the death contract is signed, I'll definitely send it to Siberia and fine it 25 rubles."

  The image on the book page disappeared, and after using the Dragon Slaying Stair's Abyssal Eye for a long time, the magic book had consumed quite a bit of soul power. The projected flame text was also flickering somewhat unsteadily.

  In the following days, Tang Don slowed down his attack on the spider's nest, killing a dozen or so each time before starting to hunt and kill the Corpse Eaters, accumulating soul fragments for the Demon Scripture, and seizing every opportunity to meditate.

  Jackson was still peeking, it had lived in the underground city of Polusna for decades, and was accustomed to loneliness and waiting.

  Or rather, Jackson was a gutless and timid ghoul who would eat corpses if he had them, but didn't bother to hunt for food himself, instead relying on the soul seal in his brain to naturally absorb magical energy.

  Tired and dangerous, Mr. Jackson wouldn't go for that punishment, used to wandering the streets every day, passing the time, now it has found a new form of entertainment, which is peeking at Downton, observing his every move.

  Jackson saw Downton always pouting at the corner of his mouth, writing and drawing on the magic book, thought this scene was cool, so he also had the idea to write a diary.

  "I'm more of a great philosopher than a poet, I shouldn't be bound by paper and pen." Jackson racked his brains, finally found an excuse, and naturally threw away the notebook in his hand.

  It absolutely won't admit that it gave up because it couldn't find an ink bottle.

  It was another dark and gloomy morning, Jackson spent half an hour on the rooftop as usual before going to find Danton, only to find that there were no people on the streets, and the traps had not been triggered.

  All day long, Tangdon didn't show up, which made Jackson feel very disappointed. Even the bone on his bedside was tasteless to gnaw on.

  Mr. Jackson was sleepless and at midnight he heard a slight noise, so he rushed out in a hurry, only to find that there was not even a shadow of a person.

  "How dare you play with Lord Master." Looking at the little demon mouse that made a sound, Jackson gnashed his teeth and chased after it.

  The next day, when Jackson saw Downton appear on the street with a magic mouse rib bone in his mouth, he burst out laughing. He didn't know why he was laughing, what kind of emotion it was, but he felt happy anyway.

  "What powerful thighs! I'd love to take a bite!" Jackson gazed at Danton, who effortlessly dodged and counterattacked eight black blood spiders the size of warhorses, his eyes gleaming with admiration as he swallowed hard.

  The ghoul's instinct was still telling Jackson to eat Downton.

  "Could that guy still be lurking around and peeking at me?" Tong Dun felt a chill run down his spine, as if someone's eyes were fixed on him, making him feel both disgusted and uneasy.

  Yesterday was the day to enter the grand library, which only happens once a week, so Tong Dun cherished the opportunity very much.

  His knowledge of potion-making was also increasing in this diligent effort, and he could now recite more than 200 commonly used potion plants and the configuration process of a dozen simple potions.

  No. 11 Ghoul replaced the deceased No. 5, performing exceptionally well and should be a soon-to-be promoted low-ranking Ghoul, always executing commands half a beat faster than other Ghouls.