I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Chapter 135 Remonia

"You have to give me an explanation, Melina," Louis said through gritted teeth.

"I'm...I'm sorry..." Melina apologized, her voice trembling with tears, looking utterly pitiful and wronged.

"I spent the whole night! The entire night! Do you know how I got through the whole night?!" Louis roared like thunder, just like a true Gryffindor.

If Melina were a time traveler, she would definitely think, "You kid, you certainly didn't come from playing 'Greedy Blue Moon'."

It's understandable, really. No one would be calm if someone trampled on all their hard work from the night before, especially since a tent is a necessity for sleeping...

I doubt anyone could have been more composed than Louis, except, of course, for those who fawn over him.

"How about... how about I rebuild one for you..." Melina looked at Louis timidly, with a hint of fear in her eyes.

She didn't know why this young, fake faded person in front of her exerted such a strong pressure on her.

"Do you think I'll still have time to sleep if we keep doing this now?" Louis squinted, looking exactly like Huang Shiren (a notorious landlord in Chinese folklore)—given his background, he was indeed a high-end version of Huang Shiren.

"Then, then what do you suggest we do?" Melina said, sounding somewhat resigned and almost giving up on herself.

God have mercy, she really doesn't know what to do.

Even if he lay flat, it would still not satisfy A-Tui no matter what.

Louis glanced at her, thought for a while, and said, "How about this, you help me set up the tent again first, and as for what to do... I'll think about it later."

"Okay," Melina agreed readily, even feeling a sense of relief.

This time, there was one more person setting up the tent, and since there was already a basic frame in place, they managed to rebuild the tent in less than half an hour.

Looking at the tent standing in front of her, Melina sighed with satisfaction.

"Hoo-hoo..." Melina's voice was relaxed and cheerful, as if she had long forgotten the slight unpleasantness from just now. She turned her head to look at Louis, then quickly put away that relaxed and cheerful expression, coughed twice, and pretended to be the slightly indifferent person she had been when they first met.

"That's right..." Louis breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't used to the relaxed and bright Melina from earlier; he was more used to her unruly demeanor at the beginning.

It will be fine after a quick recovery.

"So, you didn't just come here to trample on my tent, did you?" Louis looked at Melina. If she dared to say "yes," Louis would at least give her a good beating with a big stick.

"I saw you walking back, and I just wanted to remind you that you were going the wrong way," Melina said, her voice carrying a hint of grievance. If you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't even notice.

"I need to find a safer place to sleep, right?" Louis shrugged, saying helplessly, "It's not far from Stoneville City..."

"Oh...oh..." Melina then realized her oversight. She lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly, without apologizing, and just stood there like a block of wood, without saying a word.

"Why do I feel like you're a block of wood?" Louis finally couldn't help but ask.

Melina pursed her lips, glanced at him with her one eye, and said nothing.

Judging from her tone, it was clear that she meant, "You're the blockhead."

"Little Wood?" Louis asked tentatively again.

Melina snorted and said in a low, hurried voice, "I'm not a little blockhead. You can go to sleep now, I'm leaving."

With that, Melina transformed into a blue starlight and disappeared into the darkness.

"Woman, huh?" Louis spoke first to break the silence.

Kale shrugged, somewhat puzzled, and said, "To be honest, I don't really understand women either. Of course, if you, Faded One, wish to rest here, I can help you keep watch."

"Don't you need to sell your goods elsewhere?" Louis asked hesitantly. So lazy, so much of a homebody, no wonder he's starving...

Kale gave a somewhat bitter laugh and said, "Who would we sell to... In this day and age, the King is nowhere to be found, who would come here to buy things? It's just you..."

"Then why don't you just stay here? You can take some time to fix the church. Anyway, I can always come back here with a blessing. If I need anything, I can just ask you to buy me something," Louis suggested. Although this suggestion was a bit unreliable, it was better than letting Galleon run out and be killed by some unknown zombie or knight, or starve to death... no, starve to the point of losing his mind.

It is said that if they do not eat runes for a long time, they will become like the soldiers and knights of the Grek.

"That sounds like a good idea." Kale laughed happily, but given his appearance, it was rather unsightly.

Compared to him, Filch is definitely a handsome guy.

Polite Filch: You?

"Alright, I'll rest for a bit. You keep an eye on things for me, and if any enemies approach, remember to warn me," Louis said to Gallet. He didn't take Torret away, but left it around the tent.

Firstly, they were worried that they wouldn't be able to take care of all the customers (a high-EQ way of putting it), and secondly, they were prepared to leave at any time.

If that foolish tree knight dares to come over, we have to run.

Lying in bed, Louis finally remembered to submit the mission.

"Congratulations on completing the mission. You have gained 3 Polymorph talents, bringing your current Polymorph talent level to 10."

"Congratulations on completing the mission and obtaining the Evil Sword: Remonia (Sealed)."

Louis pulled Remonia out of the system space, and almost instantly, a thousand kinds of cold emotions surged towards him like a tide.

This feeling comes and goes quickly, disappearing without a trace so fast that one might even think it's just an illusion.

Louis shook his head and looked at Remonia in his hand.

This is a longsword with a typical Venthyr vampire design. A scarlet gem is inlaid at the far end of the hilt, and the hilt is separated from the blade by a bat wing-like guard. An eerie purple gem is also inlaid in the center of the guard. There is a skull decoration on each side of the middle part of the spine, which makes the whole sword look even more ghostly and peerless.

*Remonia

Damage (299-498) (Seal)

Sword-type weapons - extremely fast attack speed

Unbreakable

+7 to all skills (currently sealed, no effect).

Maximum mana increased by 50%.

The resulting wounds cannot heal.

Draw on the life force of the target and feed it back to yourself

Increases casting speed by 35%

Provides 125% defense to armor.

(To be unlocked)

It has a groove (5)

At the very bottom, there is a line of smaller text: Words that can be used to create runes.

"???" A string of question marks flashed through Louis's mind. Your attributes are already this overpowered, and you can even create runewords?

"So, you're my new master, little brother?" A seductive and alluring voice echoed in Louis's mind.

Louis was somewhat speechless. He couldn't help but retort, "A master is a master, and a little brother is a little brother. They can't be confused..."

"Hmph...weak human, you're not strong enough to make me pledge my loyalty..." Remonia ignored Louis and continued, "Even with our contract, I will not willingly submit to you..."

"Simply put, it means I can have your body... your sword, but not your heart?" Louis summarized.

"You can understand it this way," Remonia's voice was extremely alluring.

Louis scoffed, "Why would I need your heart when I already have your sword?"

Remonia was taken aback, seemingly quite choked up. After a moment of silence, she continued with her seductive laugh: "Hehehe, little brother is really interesting. I admit you have a point... However, what makes a divine artifact a divine artifact is not just its usability, but also the ability to be in tune with one's mind to unleash its full potential."

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll use you to cut up mutton." Louis always felt that this woman... and this sword were not good people. After all, it was the artifact of the Venthyr schemers. Over the years, even a stone would be warmed up, let alone a sword with intelligence. It must have some evil aura, right?

Remonia fell silent.

"Don't think I don't know. You're currently in a sealed state. To completely break the seal, you'll have to rely on me. After all, Remonia, you don't want your seal to remain unbroken forever, do you?" Louis's tone was just like that of a netizen on Xiaorizi.

"Of course, I'm not the kind of person who likes to let a gem get tarnished. I don't need you to go to excessive lengths for me, just help me out when I need it. I'll consider your request as appropriate, after all, if you agree, we'll at least be partners."

"Sweet talk, you and those gossipy, androgynous bastards of Kyrian must have a lot in common." Remonia smiled wickedly. After a while, she said quietly, "Of course, little brother, but there's one thing I need to remind you of. People choose artifacts, and artifacts actually choose people. If you're the kind of pushover, I'd rather be thrown into mutton butchering than do anything for you."

"Don't worry about that!" Louis laughed heartily, reassuring Remonia. "Your master is known as the Moral Vacuum..."

"Talk is cheap, little brother," Remonia chuckled. "I need a soul, a delicious soul..."

"The human soul?" Louis asked.

"Oh, that's not necessary. You should know about the Shadow Realm. Whether it's an animal or a human, their souls are essentially the same after death. I don't care as long as they're living beings." Remonia hesitated for a moment, then added, "What you might not know is that the souls I absorb will completely shatter..."

"Oh? What did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly," Louis said casually.

"I said I..." Remonia said, then suddenly realized, "You really surprised me, little brother."

Louis chuckled. Indeed, if you didn't hear it, it means you didn't hear it.

"Alright, are you alright out there? Keep watch for me this night, I'm going to sleep." Louis yawned.

Remonia's tone sounded somewhat disdainful: "Poor mortals, always needing to sleep and eat... Fine, I'll reluctantly agree..."

The night at the border was frosty and dewy. In his sleep, Louis felt as if he were in a snowy wonderland. For a moment, he seemed to empathize with his loving father, Marshal Paulus, the son of the Sanders from Grenoble.

It's so cold, really so cold.

When Louis woke up in the morning, he even found a thick layer of frost on the ground beneath him.

What kind of weather is this? Should we eat fried dough sticks or not?

"Your slumber was a little too short, mortal," Remonia's voice echoed in his mind.

He turned over and got up without answering, ignoring Remonia's protests, and put it into the system space.

Stepping outside the tent, I found Karie sitting cross-legged in front of the fire, warming himself.

"Good morning." Kale greeted him as he came out.

"Hmm, good morning." Louis shivered. If he weren't in good physical condition, he might have fallen asleep easily and slept for a long time.

After taking a quick bite, Louis mounted Torret, ready to cause trouble for the Tree Rider.

The main problem was that he was loitering around the area outside the Church of Ellie, and Louis didn't like him.

So you call yourself the Tree Knight?

Louis, galloping on his horse, held the reins in one hand and a long lion-headed staff in the other. If he were dressed in a white robe, he could easily be mistaken for Zhao Zilong.

Louis hadn't taken more than a few steps when he was spotted by the Great Tree Knights patrolling in the distance. They didn't notice him from a distance, but as they got closer, Louis felt the oppressive aura emanating from them.

The Tree Knight's warhorse was almost as tall as an elephant, and the rider and horse together were at least four meters tall. Even when Louis looked up, he couldn't see its full size up close. The Tree Knight swung the golden axe he was holding in a circular motion through the air before slamming it heavily into the ground in front of Louis.

Louis dared not be careless. He spurred his horse hard and shouted, "Toret, let's go!"

His magic didn't stop either; he unleashed a lightning arrow, his highest-level skill at the moment.

"Your Lightning Bolt skill has gained 1000 skill proficiency points, current level 12."

The Tree Knight paused slightly before continuing his pursuit.

"Impedmenta!" Louis tried to use a spell to stop the Tree Knight, but he couldn't even slow him down.

After all, the rider and horse together are over four meters tall, and with that golden armor, halberd, and shield, they must weigh at least ten tons. He's already struggling with the many obstacles that entangle him, which would make even a car a bit difficult to navigate, let alone this tree knight who's as big as a tank.

"Your Skill Barrier Charm has gained 20000 proficiency points, skill level increased, current level 9."

Good heavens, how many levels did they skip?

Something's not right," Louis thought to himself. Yesterday, the tree guardian he saw was carrying a halberd and a round shield, but today he's carrying an axe? The shield has changed too; it used to be a round shield, but now the one he's carrying is long and narrow, with a claw-like end...

It's as if he's become a completely different person.

(End of this chapter)