At this moment, Demiurge was recalling the information revealed by those people earlier, muttering to himself, "Roa Greyrat, it seems it's time to test him. If we do these things in this country, we will inevitably clash with him."
"It seems that the information they said is true, but the information about this person is very scarce."
Renner didn't dare to speak, but lowered her head to show respect. Demiurge was very satisfied with Renner's attitude, but at this moment, a new problem arose regarding Roa.
"Is this guy a player?" Demiurge began to ponder.
In fact, the Great Tomb of Nazarick had conducted no small amount of investigation into Roa behind the scenes, but the results were unsatisfactory. This person seemed to have popped out of a rock, and there was no information about this person in this world at all.
But if he was said to be a player, he claimed to have a super force backing him, and he knew a lot about the secrets of this world.
For a time, Demiurge couldn't figure out Roa's identity.
"No, no, his words haven't had any major flaws so far, but we definitely can't believe them completely. From my observation, what he says may be seven parts true and three parts false, using real information to hide the remaining three parts of false information, giving us wrong guidance."
As one of the few NPCs in the Great Tomb of Nazarick known for his wisdom, Demiurge is not only the Guardian of the Seventh Floor, but also the military advisor responsible for assisting Albedo.
At this moment, his thoughts were spreading wildly, starting a series of brainstorming sessions.
The more he thought, the brighter Demiurge's eyes became. He seemed to have noticed something, and that inspiration collided in his mind.
Until the end, he suddenly thought of something, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
"That's right, how could I forget, who said that players can't know a lot of information."
Demiurge's eyes seemed to see through the fog, seeing the figure in the depths of the fog, revealing the mist in front of him.
"Player, this person is a player, and he is likely a player who has been hiding behind the scenes for a long time. As for that Soul Hall, it must be the force he belongs to!"
Demiurge's eyes flashed with wise light. He felt that his IQ was as high as 250, and he felt that he had grasped everything.
Recently, Roa's identity had really made Demiurge rack his brains.
He had been constantly investigating Roa, but the results were unsatisfactory, and he couldn't get any useful information. Even searching through ancient history didn't yield any useful information.
This made him feel very irritable, but at this moment, when he grasped this inspiration, he finally had a feeling of seeing the moon through the clouds.
They had been stuck in a cognitive bias, always using their experience as a reference, thinking that if he was a player, he couldn't possibly know so much about this world.
But in reality, this is a cognitive bias.
Players who have just arrived in this world do indeed lack information, after all, they have come to a new world.
However, this lack of information will not last long. As long as they can integrate into this world and do some investigation, they can quickly make up for the missing basic information.
And if they exist long enough, and know enough about this world, it is completely understandable to know some secrets.
Following this line of thinking, it can be basically confirmed that Roa is a player.
However, after deducing that Roa is a player, Demiurge did not feel any joy in his heart.
"Even if we know that Roa is a player, so what? This kind of guy will eventually stand against us." Demiurge sighed, his eyes becoming more profound.
Demiurge saw through it, feeling that one day, the Great Tomb of Nazarick would have a fierce contest with this ancient and mysterious force.
This is an irreconcilable contradiction, and the reason is very simple.
If the Great Tomb of Nazarick wants to develop better, it must change the current pattern of the world, and will the Soul Hall accept a world ruled by heteromorphic races? Or rather, will that group of people accept it?
From a fundamental standpoint, they belong to the chaotic-evil alignment, while the Soul Hall belongs to the neutral alignment.
They usually don't do anything, but when someone wants to change the world pattern, they will definitely step in to stop it.
After figuring this out, Demiurge's heart became more and more restless.
"This time seems to be a good opportunity. It seems that this guy can't stand loneliness either, let's find a way to test him."
Demiurge suddenly asked: "Renner Theiere Chardelon Ryle Vaiself, how have you done with the things I asked you to do?"
Renner, who was suddenly named, quickly said: "Things are progressing in an orderly manner. If there are no accidents, there won't be many problems with this mission."
Demiurge chuckled softly, expressing his heartfelt satisfaction to the girl kneeling on the ground below.
"As expected of the 'Golden Princess', in that case, let the Royal capital be the first stage to welcome Nazarick! As for Roa, aren't those women very interested in him? Let those women go and pester him."
"Yes, Lord!"
Demiurge showed an evil smile, and the tail behind him swayed slightly. At this moment, Demiurge exuded an extremely evil aura.
"Then, let me see what means you have. Shalltear, this time it's up to you to make up for your mistakes."
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Roa's room.
He did not return to the Shining Golden Pavilion, but chose to stay in a hotel in the capital.
There is a reason for doing this, because this time is the climax of the plot. If there are no accidents, Ainz's next target will be this kingdom.
This is what he determined through various inquiries.
If things were to follow the normal routine, Ainz's first target should not be the kingdom, but the Slane Theocracy, which was backstabbed by Roa, should bear the brunt of Ainz's target and become the first target of revenge.
But in reality, it can't be seen that way. With Ainz's character, he won't directly destroy the Slane Theocracy because of this matter, but rather take it slowly and test the waters first.
In fact, doing so is also a helpless thing, after all, there is still someone like Roa watching behind the scenes. If the movements are too big, it will inevitably attract Roa's attention.
Of course, there is another reason, that is, some nobles in this country have indeed gone too far, which makes Roa feel a little nauseous, thinking about whether to kill all these guys by the way.
The exploitation of the nobles has been going on for a long time, and they all gain benefits by suppressing the labor force at the bottom.
Roa himself is also a noble, so as long as the so-called exploitation is not too excessive, Roa will turn a blind eye and pretend that nothing happened.
After all, he also knows that this is how it is in ancient times, and such a group of people will appear in that era.
However, the current situation has exceeded the limit that Roa can tolerate. The nobles completely do not regard the bottom people as human beings. If they see something they want, they directly rob and plunder, and bullying men and women is simply commonplace.
Especially after walking around the Royal capital a few times, this kind of feeling makes Roa feel sick.
Roa is not a person with overflowing sense of justice, but he has his own moral evaluation standards in his heart, and that is why he increasingly dislikes this country.
But these are all things for later. Roa opened the door and took a breath of fresh air.
After the young man prepared his things, he prepared to go out, but his eyes caught a figure standing at the door.
And this figure was very familiar. The person who came was the down-and-out swordsman he had just met the day before.
The other party stared at Roa intently the moment he saw Roa.
Roa scratched his head. Without thinking too much, the other party must be carrying unknown trouble. Roa directly pretended not to see him and walked straight towards the outside of the house.
But obviously, Roa's plan failed.
Without taking a few steps, Roa was directly entangled by the other party.
Brain excitedly wanted to hold Roa's hand, but Roa silently dodged it.
He didn't care about Roa's step back, and directly bowed and said, "You, hello!"
"Yeah, good morning."
Roa responded expressionlessly, and he had a guess in his mind about the other party's intention.
As expected, Brain took a deep breath and suddenly said, "That, please let me follow you and learn from you."
Roa didn't answer, and quickly frowned.
Brain didn't get Roa's answer, and quickly said, "Of course, I won't let you waste your time for nothing!"
Speaking of this, he reached out and took out one prop after another from his pocket.
"Although they are just some cheap things, I have some magic props on me. If you don't mind, I can pay you with them as a reward! These are the props on me, I hope you can accept them!"
As he spoke, he took out the most valuable things on his body.
Roa's eyes swept slightly, and he immediately lost all interest.
These props may be valuable wealth for Brain, but for him, they are just fashionable junk and have no use at all.
But Brain obviously didn't realize this, but excitedly blushed and explained, "After I went back, I kept thinking about your sword. I thought about it all night, and I kept thinking about your heroic posture."
"That sword made me realize a lot of my shortcomings. Compared with your sword, my Tiger Fall Flute, which I have always been proud of, is like a child waving a wooden stick, so, if possible, please be sure to accept me!"
Roa raised his eyebrows. The other party was so polite that he didn't know how to refuse.
Roa sighed, thought for a long time, and finally said quietly: ". It's not that it's impossible."
Compared with the others, he is the one who knows the horror of Roa's sword the most.
The abyss-like gap did not defeat his self-confidence. On the contrary, that sword gave him more encouragement and allowed him to see more possibilities, and to see another high mountain from humans.
That is why he made up his mind to chase here and wait here for a long time.
Although he also knew in his heart that there was not much possibility, he still kept a glimmer of fantasy.
But when Brain saw that Roa had not spoken, the expectation in his heart suddenly cooled down.
But in the end, he still heard the words he wanted to hear.
Brain's eyes lit up, and it was hard to imagine that an uncle could show such an expression.
He still wanted to reach out and hold Roa's hand, but Roa still dodged it.
Roa's expression was serious, and he said expressionlessly to Brain: "However, for the next period, um, let's make an agreement. Within a year, you must obey my orders. Can you accept this?"
Brain's originally excited expression slowed down slightly. Roa could see the other party's hesitation, so he directly said: "I won't let you do anything harmful to nature, um, probably, anyway, there is only one chance, can you accept it?"
Roa's pair of light golden eyes stared straight at Brain, his expression indifferent.
In fact, Roa did this not on a whim, thinking that Brain is an excellent martial arts genius.
It's just that in the next plot, Brain will definitely be involved according to the truth, and he can also follow the vine to see the reality of the old bone.
Roa also has a bold idea in his heart. According to the truth, Roa, who has gained so many benefits, should stop at this moment.
But Roa's eyes have already been placed on Ainz's small treasury.
When he thinks of those powerful props in the original book, Roa can't help but be tempted to pack up and take away the old bone's small treasury.
Of course, the other party will definitely not let Roa get his wish, and a big battle will inevitably break out between the two sides in the end.
However, Roa thought about his own strength and compared the gap between the two sides, and felt that the problem should not be very big.
Although the old bone is indeed powerful and has many krypton gold props in his hand, if he really fights, Roa feels that his chances of winning are still very high.
At the very least, he can break the old bone's defense and extort a sum of money.
But before that, let's clean up those annoying guys in front of us first.
Roa does not intend to carry out a large-scale change in this world. His energy is limited. Although his standing power is high enough, standing power is standing power, and this cannot help Roa completely change the world.
But still that sentence, for the filth in front of him, he doesn't mind taking out a rag and gently wiping it away.
And Brain is the cloth in his hand.
Roa's eyes fell on the old-fashioned uncle in front of him, who still looked respectful at the moment, holding a pile of props in his hand.