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Before Torso began the battle, the common people had already gathered at Listening Wind Terrace, so the surrounding houses did not have their magic lights on. As a result, Latis and his two companions did not notice that the streets had been filled with a dark fog.
"what is this?"
Latis cautiously climbed onto the magic network and saw the magical fluctuations permeating almost the entire town on the magic radar. Suddenly, the connection of the magic network seemed to be a little unstable. After observing carefully for a moment, he discovered that the magic network was spontaneously dissipating the pervasive black mist.
"Wait, this feels familiar! This is... necromancy magic?!"
Latis's eyes widened suddenly, and he shouted:
"Oh no! Come with me!"
"Those civilians and Gan Gan and the others are still gathered at Listening Wind Terrace...they are in danger!"
Seeing Latis and Jennifer rush into the town in an instant, Torso did not hesitate. Dragging his body, which was already exhausted of magic, he picked up his longsword and also ran away.
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"I've finally found my chance..."
The necromancer, leaning on his staff, strolled in an odd manner among the deserted houses of Silverway Town.
"Fortunately, that knight's power of light was too conspicuous, allowing me to quickly withdraw all my power and hide. Just then, the magic network was disconnected. Heh heh, as expected, if you live long enough, you'll encounter anything..."
He scratched the hole in his head, pulled out some brain secretions, flicked them with his slender bony palm, and finding that they wouldn't come off, he rubbed them on his body.
Then, the necromancer took out the wine he had just stolen from the house, uncorked it, and stuck it into the hole in his head.
Bo~
"Hey, perfect!"
He shook his head to make sure he wouldn't spill any more cerebrospinal fluid, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now I don't have to look up and squint at people anymore, that's great! My spine and eye tissue are saved!"
The necromancer took a deep breath, and with a hissing sound from his rotting trachea, he nodded slightly and whispered:
"The wind has returned with the magic essence. We need to kill as many people as possible before the magic network stabilizes again... If only they could commit suicide. Sigh, the pressure on people right now isn't enough..."
"If I didn't transform into a lich in time and remain just a necromancer, I can only cling to life with necromancy. Sigh, life, uh, death, is so difficult. My staff is practically rotten..."
These words flashed through his mind. He sighed, glanced at the wine in his hand, thought for a moment, and then downed it in one gulp.
"Although my liver is already ruined and can't sober up, my alcohol receptors are also ruined. What a coincidence..."
The necromancer chuckled, put down his wine bottle, and walked towards the group of people he sensed gathering, muttering sinisterly as he did so:
"You guys are openly gathering like this, aren't you showing a bit too little disrespect to me? Heh, I'll have to teach you how to be a shut-in... Oh, and they're actually living shut-ins, haha!"
Behind him, dark red wine slowly flowed from his long-rotting abdomen and the steel door—perfect, saves him the trouble of sobering up…
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"You mean, there's some necromancer with a bubbly head who's secretly planning to attack everyone?"
"Correct!"
"And the necromancer's true form was still a staff, no, it should be said that his soul still resided in a staff?"
"Correct!"
"And he also really likes to tell corny jokes...?"
“Yes!” Latis gave a healthy smile and a thumbs up.
Norrige stared at the confident Latis with a look of utter disbelief, remaining silent for a long time before finally stopping the townspeople who wanted to go home while muttering:
"It's true that if you live long enough, you can see everything..."
Although Latis had just rattled off a bunch of seemingly absurd things, she believed him because he was surprisingly well-educated.
However, it wasn't a big deal. The townspeople sat around the Listening Wind Terrace for half an afternoon, and she took the opportunity to teach those middle-aged men some apprentice magic tricks.
Unfortunately, many of the old guys who constantly complain about how clumsy the kid is are actually quite abstract when it comes to performing magic tricks. Some treat inscribing magic runes like drawing diagrams, to the point that they're still agonizing over which unit of length to use for magic runes even after everyone else has finished a round; some mistake meditating to gather magic essence for sleeping; and some draw magic runes very steadily and have decent magic output, but they just put the spawn point for the Wizard's Hand on someone else's butt...
Norrige shook his head, inwardly complaining:
"So teaching kids is actually easier? This is the first time I've ever felt so relaxed..."
Suddenly, a frail old man with a cane appeared at the foot of the hill. Norrigi glanced at Latis, and seeing him nod repeatedly, he breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.
Although she is old and frail, and can no longer connect to the magic network, for a legendary mage who was once very irritable, taking on ten people with her fists is no problem.
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"As the first necromancer of the Kingdom of Norard, I was an unparalleled genius in life, and naturally, I will continue to act in a genius manner in death."
The necromancer, draped in a loose linen robe and carrying a basket of odds and ends, shakily made his way up the hillside, silently chanting in his mind:
"The greatest tragedy in the world is to live without using up all your magic, so unless absolutely necessary, it's best to use your wits first... Hehehe, when it comes to wisdom, that's my advantage!"
He slowly approached the crowd, looked up as if to speak, but suddenly paused.
The commoners who had been sitting there earlier had somehow ended up in two rows, with an aisle in the middle. At the end of the aisle were an old woman with raised eyebrows who looked like she was about to curse at any moment, a homeless man covered in tattered burlap and with disheveled hair, a muscular man with chest muscles bigger than his head and a strange smile, and a holy knight.
They stood in a line, staring intently at the necromancer, looking menacing and menacing.
"This...this is a welcome? Heh, truly a promising candidate to be a necromancer..."
The necromancer, whose thought process was unusual, thought to himself in surprise that he felt a surge of power, but since his heart had long since stopped beating, he did not feel any rush of blood to his head and therefore did not feel nervous.
"Cough...cough..."
The necromancer ran his plan through his mind, feeling it was flawless, then stepped forward, glanced around at the surrounding civilians, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm selling Amber nuts, fresh Amber nuts. Would you like to buy two? You can sample them for free!"
Having said that, he took two dark purple Epper fruits from the basket, held them in his hands, and smiled sinisterly:
"How about two? They're top-quality Epper fruits; they're said to grant immortality if you eat them!"
"What, Snow White's stepmother..." The muscular man's muttering reached the necromancer's ears. He was about to reply when he heard the muscular man loudly ask:
"Do you have a merchant's license if you want to sell Eper nuts here?"
Chapter 221 The Necromancer Presents a Sandalwood Staff at Night
"Huh?" The necromancer was stunned.
"Huh?" Jennifer was also stunned, and quickly leaned close to Latis's ear to ask, "Do merchants need that thing?"
"What? You don't want it?" Latis exclaimed in shock and anger.
"Wouldn't that make it easy for things like calling a mouse a duck to happen?"
"No, no, no," Jennifer whispered. "I heard that the last merchant who deliberately swindled people is now buried with grass two meters high on his grave..."
"The common people in this other world are truly full of martial spirit..."
Latis sighed inwardly, coughed, looked at the necromancer who was still shaking his head and brainstorming, and said loudly:
"Hey you downstairs, let's put aside business permits and such for now. How much does your Poisonous Aiper Fruit cost per pound?"
"Poison..." The necromancer exclaimed in surprise, "This is definitely not a cursed Epper fruit... Look at its vibrant color, it looks incredibly fresh and delicious!"
He held up the dark purple Epper fruit as if it were a precious jewel.
Latis's eye twitched slightly. He took a deep breath and said kindly, "Then you take a bite first, and let us see if this Epper fruit is really fresh."
"Hahaha... This Epper Fruit is extremely precious..." The necromancer chuckled dryly. Seeing that Latis was unmoved, he could only sigh, pick up an Epper Fruit, and take a bite.
Haw!
The foul-smelling liquid splattered everywhere, startling the civilians nearby. They pinched their noses and moved back a few meters, their eyes filled with admiration as they looked at the necromancer.
"how?"
The necromancer showed the bitten Epperfruit and was about to walk closer to let Latis see it when a piece of fruit suddenly fell out in front of him.
"Are you faking it?" Latis asked, frowning.
"How could that be?! The first bite is to honor the goddess of magic." The necromancer awkwardly defended himself, covering the empty hole in his abdomen, and took another bite of the Epper fruit.
This time, the fruit pulp fell out from behind him.
"Hiss... Is the second sip a tribute to the earth?" Latis gasped, instinctively muttering, "If you keep leaking like this, you'll get slapped by the caregiver when you're old..."
The necromancer was silent for a moment, then tossed the Epper fruit back into the basket, looked up at the sky, and said:
"In short, this poison... this Amber fruit, one gold-grade special five."
"Isn't this way too expensive? Who are you trying to rip off? You've got the wrong target audience! And what dynasty's currency unit is this 'gold standard'?"
Latis mentally grumbled for a moment, then nodded and said casually, "Oh, then you can go back."
"What..." the necromancer asked, puzzled, "You've already asked the price, why aren't you buying?"
"I only eat the Epperberries grown by my family's elves."
Latis smiled slightly and said:
"The kind of juicy, reddish fruit that leaves you wanting more after one bite, as if you can still feel its warmth."
"Who asked you?" The necromancer took a deep breath, cursed Latis in his mind, and put down the basket.
"Plan has changed; plan B is now activated!"
He cleared his throat, put his fingers in his mouth to adjust the position of his vocal cords, and said solemnly:
"Actually, I have some very important news to tell you... Hehe, it concerns the survival of this town!"
The necromancer looked at Norrigi. In his perception, the Holy Knight's divine power was almost depleted; the muscular man's magic power was imperceptible, but his vitality was extremely strong, and he was very healthy with a rosy complexion; the vagrant's magic power was also exhausted, and the magical essence emanating from his body was extremely thin... Only this old woman with the smudged face had abundant magic power and was not someone he could defeat.
"Taking advantage of the opportunity to get close, I'll use the soul within the staff to control her body. The remaining three will be no match for me! After killing these four, I'll turn the remaining civilians into my food, hehehehe..."
He leaned on his staff and slowly walked towards the four people, saying as he spoke:
"This matter is extremely important. You would never guess just how important it is. In short, it's a matter of life and death. Just how important? Let me explain in detail..."
"Skip that, let's get down to business." Latis exchanged glances with the people around him, took a step forward, and said with a smile.