The banshee boss of the Doom Tavern was indeed a considerate and good person. After drinking a glass of 'Midnight', Downton began to complain, why do I, a Templar, have to lead a group of dark camp subordinates?
"Occasionally, if you pretend to be a death knight, you might even be able to meet the Queen of the Forgotten!" The female boss comforted her sincerely, and then scolded several banshee maids who kept rubbing against Downton.
"No one wants to deal with undead creatures all day long, and take them out without even seeing a chick." Downton complained.
"The Ghoul Legion doesn't care about anything except raw meat, and they must be absent from the daily gentlemanly training class. The Abomination Legion has recently been obsessed with bandages, thinking that slightly yellow linen is super fashionable, so they wrapped each one into a mummy. Even the Succubus Maid Legion has begun to publicly demand paid holidays!
After buying the omniscient and omnipotent ancient magic book from the five wandering merchants of the mainland's mysterious legends, the commoner boy Downton embarked on his road of conquest!
