Chapter 1106: Immortals Stroke My Crown

"Since the old Gravekeeper and Zoro were both fine before, the graveyard should be safe..."

"Or... did a Ghoul wander in recently?"

"How troublesome... Zoro is as poor as a church mouse, could he move house? Give up his job?"

"With my current body, no job, no food, should I go play wilderness survival? That would be too miserable."

The hardships of living in the wild are by no means something modern people can imagine, and even the ancients found them hard to endure.

Unless absolutely necessary, he was still unwilling to give up his current stable environment.

Ivey said with envy.

"Second, improve myself along the way, explore the extraordinary system of this low-Dimension world, and integrate it with the Spirituality system..."

Aaron scanned the area and spoke.

A middle-aged noble walked over, bringing a little girl with him.

In this era, human life is worthless, or rather... the lives of the poor have a price!

Although it is very helpless, it is the reality.

He paused, then asked curiously: "Is it that intense on the battlefield?"

Possessing the initial force for self-preservation, this is very important!

Aaron thought for a moment, sprinkled a circle of salt outside the house, and only then fell asleep peacefully.

Or... to reveal the traces of ghosts and spirits.

"Is this... a Taoism clone from an Immortal Realm world, who has already managed to mix into the Immortal Realm and become an Immortal Venerable?"

One of the items caught Aaron's attention.

【Age: 25】

"You handled your affairs well; those who pledge loyalty to me should receive a decent end!"

Another well-informed person replied in a low voice.

He walked out of the grocery store and suddenly saw a squad of soldiers marching past on the street.

Ron's parents were a pair of honest farmers; at this moment, the mother was sobbing quietly, while the father appeared very silent.

Both are clones, how could their circumstances... be so different?

Lancaster had azure eyes and a broad forehead; he did not look at all like a noble who would go to war with a nearby lord over a fawn.

"First, live well, at least hold on until the Dimensional Reduction ends... I hope the time flow difference between the two sides isn't too terrifying."

【Talent: Immortality】

And... it can still be utilized at night!

This is a portion he deserves.

At the same time, he was also setting a small goal for himself:

Aaron nodded, while also feeling that this place was still somewhat different from the European Middle Ages.

For people of this era, accepting a reward from a superior is a matter of course and a very honorable thing.

The crowd stepped forward one by one, placing a chrysanthemum on the coffin.

"Because of a deer?"

The appearance of this war-functional building seemed to portend one thing—peace had never existed on this land; it had always been in turmoil.

"No response? Does this mean my authority as Creator has yet to cover multiple Dimensions? No... impossible!"

Breakfast was black bread as usual; this is the staple food for the lower classes of this era.

Aaron let out a long, comfortable breath, feeling that his body's chronic illnesses were gone and all ailments had vanished!

The whole person felt better than ever in an instant!

"A clone truly pities a clone, good brother; yours is mine, and mine... forget it, I don't have anything worth remembering either..."

This panel is completely useless!

And the status of an Immortal? Does he think I don't have one?

We are all clones of the same original, the essence is the same, who is discriminating against whom?

It's just that since things have reached this point, Aaron will just treat it as the other party giving him a free treatment—it's better than nothing!

"At least, my cold and Weakness are all gone... This body suffered a lot in childhood and was very sub-healthy, but now it's all cured, returning to peak condition!"

【Skill: Reading and Writing (Beginner)】

And Aaron only wants to say: "Damn it... is it so hard to give me a stat-boosting, deduction, or even a check-in system? Throwing your unwanted trash at me... do you want me to endure the suffering you went through back then all over again?"

Then, before his eyes, a scene of ancient Qionglou Yuyu and cloud-shrouded immortal mountains appeared.

"Great Spirit of Delusion!"

He searched for a long time on the town's only commercial street and entered a grocery store.

Aaron couldn't help but feel sympathy; this was an unfortunate person.

"Hmm, it's the soldier Ron..."

Ivey had only come to notify Aaron: "He died on the battlefield; the Baron rewarded his parents and might even attend his funeral in person, you should prepare well..."

And in reality—Ivey had already started helping his father with work.

At this moment, Ron's mother finally burst into loud sobs.

Aaron thought resentfully while trying to soften the bread by roasting it.

Aaron held a wooden stick in his hand, walking on the road to Yanan Town.

The carriage was decorated magnificently, bearing the emblem of a Griffin, with several Knights following as guards nearby.

Then, Aaron's expression collapsed.

"Spices? Haha, has our little Zoro finally learned to pursue women? I wanted to tell you before, spending money on a tavern waitress is not something a good lad should do."

He was thin and tall, with some freckles on his face; he was the son of the old corpse-carrier in town—Ivey!

According to the town tradition where a farmer's son is a farmer and a blacksmith's son is a blacksmith, he would take over his father's job once the corpse-carrier retired.

A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Aaron's mouth.

"With money now, how about going to the tavern for a drink tonight?" Ivey suddenly winked at Aaron: "Winnie must miss you very much!"

Aaron's expression changed: "Did someone die?"

Aaron sighed, then asked about interesting things in town recently, as if making casual conversation.

"The absolute observer standing above the Dimension!"

The next moment, he saw that Immortal Venerable nod slightly at him, and a cup of wine flew over.

After all, the identity of Zoro was truly too useful!

The only old Gravekeeper who was familiar with him had already died, and his disguise of the other party was flawless.

"Relying on being able to read and write... it shouldn't be much of a problem to apply for a clerk position in the future."

"When I first transmigrated... I wouldn't even eat this kind of stuff, damn it."

These soldiers were wearing Leather Armor, which bore the emblem of the Lancaster family—a Griffin Head with yellow feathers on a white background!

Most of them held spears and bows in their hands, following the Knights wrapped in iron cans, marching out of the small town with high spirits.

The next day.

In front of a grave newly opened by Aaron, a pitch-black coffin was resting quietly, bidding a final farewell to the relatives.

Aunt Sophia laughed.

For example, there were significant differences in the abundance of spices and some personal hygiene habits.

Aunt Sophia took out a small jar and opened it for Aaron to smell.

"The Creator above the Creator!"

"Sigh..."

Three Candles were arranged in a triangle, and after mixing spices into them, they immediately burned with a fragrant aroma.

It was just like how Zoro took over the duties of the Gravekeeper.

"Hmm."

"Then... either too lazy to bother? Or currently in deep slumber?"

Aaron muttered a complaint.

Aaron looked at his own hands.

Originally, these hands of Zoro were not only covered in calluses but also had small scars from cuts and burns, but at this moment... they had all vanished completely!

He clenched his fists and felt the muscles were firm and powerful, and he couldn't help but feel satisfied: "Very good... a good body is the capital for a career! Combined with a weapon... I could take on five of those ordinary soldiers I saw today!"

"Everyone envies the Ron family now; although Ron is dead, his parents still have many children... The Baron bestowed a bag of Silver Coins upon the Ron family and also announced that his family would become Free Citizens."

On the arrow tower, there were Archers patrolling, which made Aaron feel uneasy.

Although the Dimension was different, there was no harm in trying.

"Forget it, she misses every man who gives her money!"

Although when receiving that drop of sweet dew, there was also a sentence from the Immortal Venerable of Longevity, the gist of which was that this was a one-time occurrence and not to be repeated, it was already enough!

"Come out, my Golden Finger!"

After the Night Curtain fell, he took out his table knife and lit the Candle.

Aaron had to admit he had overestimated the Sheriff of this era.

Because he was an acquaintance, Zoro did not face any trouble from the patrolling Militia and entered the town directly.

Half an hour later, nothing had happened.

The nectar in that jade cup instantly passed through the obstacles of many worlds and Dimensions, turning into a drop of sweet dew that landed on Aaron's forehead.

The return trip was smooth, and before dark, Aaron had returned to his Gravekeeper hut.

"Poor guy."

According to the theory of Spirituality, salt is a sacred object that can drive away the unclean.

"It's the Baron... it is said that he has already started fighting with the neighboring Baron Roland over a deer as prey!"

However, Aaron was not in the mood today.

'Alright... it really is that Middle Ages.'

The Immortal Venerable of Longevity was indeed a good brother; he had actually gone to great lengths to send him the Golden Finger he used back in the day.

"Please give me some refined salt, and candles... finally, do you have any cheap spices?"

Aaron suddenly became angry.

"Fine, this one will do, give me a small bag."

"The feeling of having no power... is truly unbearable."

Aaron looked at the newly erected tombstone; the epitaph on it was simple—'A brave son, a loyal soldier'!

On the edge of the Graveyard, there was also a carriage.

"Respected Lord Lancaster..."

Fine, he understood now; this avatar of the Immortal Venerable of Longevity was here specifically to watch him make a fool of himself!

"Damn, the main body doesn't act like a human, and the avatar has no human rights!"

The entire process appeared silent and solemn.

"No!"

The girl at his side had the same eye color as him, and she was curiously sizing up the two of them.

The owner of the grocery store was a stout woman with a barrel waist, who asked with a grin.

The other party had no sense of responsibility at all; they only cared about raking in money!

The time reached the afternoon.

"Many thanks, my lord!"

He did not want to stir up trouble, and he wanted even less to be dragged into any.

Aaron knew his own true self's strength perfectly well.

"I know."

Aaron put away the Silver Coin and nodded.

"There is no 'then'..." Ivey shrugged his shoulders: "It's not like it hasn't happened before that a bunch of scoundrels disappeared for a few days... I even suspect they have connections with bandit gangs and are always doing some criminal business!"

Aaron got up, mixed the salt with mud, and put it away.

"Alright..."

"Our Gravekeeper, is there anything you need?"

【Name: Aaron (Zoro)】

Aaron nodded; this was just like a superior's inspection—those who know, know.

The small path paved with bluestone slabs looked as good as new, but at the entrance, there were tall arrow towers set up.

After all, table salt was quite expensive; if someone saw this scene, they would probably think he had gone mad!

A group of people came to the Graveyard, bringing quite a bit of vitality to the silent Graveyard.

"What... is going on?"

After the Ritual ended, Aaron and Ivey placed the coffin into the grave and covered it with soil.

Just as Aaron was thinking about his future career planning, a long-legged youth ran into the Graveyard: "Zoro... prepare a grave."

"Hardworking people should be rewarded!"

That elusive Ghoul was a thorn in Aaron's heart.

'That's true... after all, it is a world with supernatural powers, how could it be exactly the same?'

The original Zoro, after saving up a bit of money, would come to the only tavern in town, order the cheapest rye beer, and flirt with the waitress.

Watching the Baron's departing carriage, Aaron tossed a Silver Coin to Ivey.

It seemed she had misunderstood Aaron's intention for buying spices: "I recommend this wisteria-scented powder; the girls in our town all like to use this!"

Immortal springs gurgled, music maidens drifted by—what a magnificent scene of the Immortal Realm!

Countless jade ornaments clinked, and immortals riding immortal birds and Flying Swords were gathering together to congratulate the Immortal Venerable of Longevity on his birthday!

Almost at the first glance, Aaron knew that this was the Immortal Realm!

"After my true self became the Creator, did I release all the clones I had retracted?"

Aaron sprinkled a circle of salt outside, then chanted in pure Spirit World Language:

Not long after, the outline of a small town appeared before Aaron's eyes.

Lancaster casually tossed two Silver Coins over.

"Do you still remember those few scoundrels? Today, Smith's wife found the Sheriff and said that Smith has been missing for over a day..."

"And then?" Aaron asked.

However, even without a badge, anyone who could use a carriage in Yanan Town must be a person of high status.

Aaron muttered a complaint and left the small town.

The complaint had just finished when his whole body suddenly trembled, and his eyes instantly turned pure white.

Ivey did not doubt him and casually mentioned a few interesting things.

After cleaning the house, Aaron broke off a willow branch, bit it open, and used the wood fibers inside as a toothbrush to clean his personal hygiene.

Alas... now that he had left the Graveyard, he had nowhere else to go, so he could only make do for now.

Someone nearby asked.

Ivey's expression was somewhat strange: "Poor Ron... he died when he accidentally tripped while charging on the battlefield and hit the back of his head on a stone..."

The sun shone brightly.

"Lord Baron is truly generous..." Ivey rubbed the Silver Coin over and over; the portrait on it had long been worn away, the quality was very poor, likely coins privately minted by a noble.

Aaron and Ivey hurriedly bowed.

This was Lancaster's third daughter, Miss Catherine.

"Whew!"

Aaron rolled his eyes, but still nodded: "But that's true, money is meant to be spent once earned; let's go have a drink together tonight..."

In a long life, one must have some fun; in any case, Aaron absolutely would not admit that he was influenced by the Immortal Venerable of Longevity...

(End of this chapter)