It's good to be the Black Lord! A personal castle, with turrets and a drawbridge, a black velvet robe, skeleton servants, an army of orcs, letters brought by tame bats. Beauty! I inherited the title of Lord. But the family castle was destroyed by the bright heroes, of all the relatives only the great-grandfather-mummy is “living”, the postal bats scattered, and the former vassals declared independence. Nonsense! First of all, you need to tame the wild treasury, get a pet monster and persuade the ghostly librarian to give out a book on magic. And things won’t go well for the bright heroes there either. It will be fun!