Chapter 100: Trus (1/2)

As the slave girls were still afraid of me, interacting with them was difficult to say the least. Therefore I had the only slave who wasn’t afraid of me, Ancarin, accompany me to the basement to finish looting the corpses.

The first thing she did was search for the severed wrists of Duran. Her lips broke into a grin as she looted the magical rings previously worn by him. While these were only low-grade enchanted gear and wasn’t much compared to the necklace she had looted, they were still a windfall for the apprentice mage.

As for why she was given these rings….it wasn’t that I looked down on these magical aids, it also wasn’t that I didn’t need them. Instead…

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“Settle down, I’m just giving these rings a look, I’m not going to put them on!”

Where should I start…

Out of curiosity, I asked for the ring which Duran used to cast his fireballs. However, just as I did so, the Grimoire of the Dead began throwing a tantrum. For some unknown reason, it didn’t want me to put on any other enchanted gear.

As I tried to put it on, the grimoire rammed itself into the ruby ring, sending it flying onto the floor several meters away with a resounding cling. Thankfully, the ring was sturdy enough to survive the fall, and was swiftly picked up by Ancarin.

“Alright alright, I won’t wear it.” Honestly, this wasn’t the main goal of my trip downstairs. Instead, it was for the souls of those bald brothers. Both of them were three-star warriors and would definitely count as premium grade nourishment. However, their souls were nowhere to be found even after a thorough searching of the entire basement.

Come to think of it, the grimoire of the dead seemed rather active…don’t tell me…

“You ate them didn’t you!” I strangled the grimoire with my hands, my teeth clenched and my eyes burned.

“Both of those three-star souls, you better spit them out right now!”

I was wondering why it started acting up even though it had been so docile up until now…so that’s why…it was bored after its meal.

Speaking of meals…how long has it been since I last ate?

Whether it was the Blood Sea, the Land of the Dead or the Prison of the Dead, all of them were places without a day and night cycle. Mealtime and rest time were all I had to rely on to count the days.

But that wasn’t a long term solution either, after all, I couldn’t just count every nap as one day. You could say that my sense of time had been in disarray ever since I reincarnated. All I knew was that it had been a long time.

“What year is it?” The moment of truth…

“Year 1283.” She paused for second before she answered, clearly she didn’t expect a devil to be interested in the calendar year. A moment later, she considerately added: “7th day of the 12th month.”

(Author Note: For convenience sake, the calendar of the Western Human Realms is the same as on Earth. 365 days, 12 years, 4 seasons but no leap years.) [Or daylight savings if you’re into all that mumbo jumbo.]

“Year 1283, 12th month, 7th day…” If my memory serves me right, the day I died protecting Yi Yi was 02/12/1282. So I’ve spent over a year as a reincarnated devil.

[TL: Day/Month/Year , DD/MM/YYYY for convenience’ sake.]

“What’s the matter?” Having roughly determined that I was harmless, Ancarin became a lot more forthright in her speech, abandoning some of her previous formalness.

“It’s nothing.” There’s no way I’m revealing the fact that I was reincarnated into a devil. It’s not like anyone would believe me anyway, it was simply too absurd.

She cocked her head to the side and asked once more in an adorable voice: “May I know what’s troubling you?”

“Nothing, there’s nothing left to be looted here; let’s head up.” I hurried her along. Having been denied my meal, my stomach was left wanting after that short excursion. “I wonder what your sisters have whipped up for us. I sure hope it’s something delicious, I haven’t had any proper food in over a year.”

“You’ve eaten human food before?”

“I had it daily in the past, later on…” Forget it, now’s not the time to be thinking about mountains of corpses and those devils, that would just spoil my appetite.

Returning back to the surface, we found that the dining hall mostly cleaned up by now. It was an enormous dining hall with an opulent chandelier hanging from above; as you would expect of a noble’s villa.

On the walls were the typical oil paintings that no one understood; but pretended to. The majority of the room was occupied by a long dining table with silverware laid on top of it; with an equally expensive looking fur rug below the table. At the corner was an ominous looking lucky charm that was bounded up like a rice dumpling (hogtied).

All these could probably fetch up to fifty to sixty thousand gold coins…

Sprawled out across the table was a veritable feast of meats, vegetables and fruits, some of which I had never eaten or even smelt before.