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    Chapter 20: The Necromancer and His Skeleton

    2024-05-31 Author: Garand2020

    Chapter 20: The Necromancer and His Skeleton

    A black cat gravely injured Roman, the strongest knight in the team.

    A beam of black light knocked everyone down.

    Gretel’s heart sank. This newcomer was incredibly powerful. He could easily kill all of them. Even more frightening, the black light, the black cat, the skeletal soldiers, the zombies, the gargoyles…

    It sounded like a scene from a painting. What if the owner of this place came back and saw them destroying his home, killing his skeletal soldiers, and demolishing his gargoyles…?

    The consequences would be terrible.

    Gretel carefully wriggled, trying to shrink into a corner, pretending “It wasn’t me, I had nothing to do with it.” Before he could move, a chill ran down his spine, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head. Gretel looked around, and the faces of the fallen warriors around him were filled with terror.

    Thud.

    Thud.

    Thud.

    Someone was approaching from behind. The footsteps were strange, like something hard hitting the ground, or like little claws scratching on the ground. Gretel stiffened his back, lowered his head, and slowly turned his face to peek with his peripheral vision.

    What caught his eye was a long black robe, almost dragging on the ground. The robe, made of unknown material, hung heavily and didn’t reflect any light. All light seemed to be absorbed into the robe. Any fashion designer from his past life would have done anything to get such a material.

    Gretel shuddered, and looked up. The black robe floated around, revealing no trace of a human form, as if it were just a skeleton wearing clothes, holding a bone staff in its hand. Before they could see the face, Roman, who was rolling on the ground, cried out:

    “Necromancer! – You’re a necromancer!”

    The figure in the black robe stopped. The long black robe fluttered for a moment, then silently fell down. Roman screamed a few times, raised an arm and pointed at the black-robed mage, his arm trembling.

    In Gretel’s eyes, the knight’s wrist was twisted unnaturally, and his fingers were also strange – his thumb wouldn’t straighten, maybe he had injured his extensor tendon. Gretel silently guessed, watching Roman tremblingly straighten his index finger, pointing straight at the necromancer’s face:

    “You, a foreign necromancer, dare to hurt the God’s Envoy of the Spring Water Goddess! Are you not afraid of the Temple’s retribution?”

    “I’m sorry, I just entered the city this afternoon and reported to the Mage Tower in the city.”

    The necromancer answered confidently. As he spoke, he took a step forward, the black robe billowing violently, like the angry roar of the waves before a storm:

    “As for you, entering my Mage Tower, smashing my gargoyles, if I hadn’t come back in time, you would have even demolished my laboratory – the Temple? If the Temple dares not apologize and compensate, I will join the Magic Council tomorrow and demolish the Temple as well!”

    “You dare –”

    Roman roared. He propped himself up on the ground, then propped himself up again, but couldn’t get up no matter how hard he struggled. With a resolve, he simply arched his body on the ground, like a shrimp, and slammed headfirst towards the necromancer:

    “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

    “CLANG!”

    A flash of golden light. Roman was instantly knocked flying, slamming into the wall. The wall shook violently, and the knight slid down the wall, rolled twice, and was still.

    Thud, thud, thud. The footsteps continued forward, and the necromancer pointed his bone staff at the God’s Envoy, and sneered:

    “What do you say?”

    “I…”

    Oh dear, he’s going straight for the God’s Envoy. There’s a right and a wrong, and the Temple of the Spring Water Goddess is just around the corner to the left. I’m just a small fry, and I was even forced to be recruited. I haven’t touched a single finger of these skeletons and zombies. The necromancer seems to be a reasonable person, he probably won’t hold me accountable, right?

    Gretel breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as his sense of security returned, he started to ponder over Roman again.

    Fracture.

    Probably unconscious, considering the impact just now, most likely concussion.

    Don’t know if there’s internal bleeding.

    Can’t get up by propping himself up. Judging from the scratches from the cat, his wrists and ankles might have tendon ruptures.

    The cat scratched so many times, infection of the external wounds is certain, maybe tetanus. Since it’s a pet, rabies can be ruled out for now…

    Gretel attentively observed, silently recording the case in his mind, one by one. When he finished recording and turned his gaze back towards the necromancer, good heavens!

    He was walking beside the necromancer, golden light shining brightly, a thousand auspicious rays, such a golden skeleton!

    And it was alive. There were no cartilages or ligaments connecting the joints. But it could move, it could walk!

    It had just knocked Roman flying!

    Gretel’s eyes lit up, and his attention was immediately drawn to it. A skeleton! A moving skeleton! The skeleton in their Life Science Institute was still immobile, and it had to be placed in a glass cabinet, with a velvet rope fence around it, the teacher cherished it like anything!

    – There were also those that could be touched, all in the Liangshi Building (anatomy building), but they were all in pieces, not complete… The only complete skeleton that could be touched was a plastic one.

    But this one was real! It was real!

    Compared to the skeletal soldiers he hadn’t even taken a good look at before they were smashed to pieces, this golden skeleton was much more refined and agile. Gretel took a closer look, and the bones were not metal casts, the fracture marks on the left tibial bone, the iliac crest on the pelvis were clearly visible. It looked like normal human bones, glowing with a brilliant golden light from within.

    I want to take a closer look.

    I want to touch it.

    I want to touch it.

    Gretel was so engrossed in his observation that he even forgot the necromancer’s threat. Without realizing it, he had already sat up from the ground, leaning forward, as if he wished he could just stick himself to it and observe.

    How did this skeleton move!

    No joints, no ligaments, it was loose and scattered, yet it could move!

    The necromancer knocked Roman flying and, half blackmailing and half threatening, reached a compensation agreement with Donald, the God’s Envoy. He turned around and saw a young boy sitting up among the fallen warriors, looking up at the golden skeleton that protected him, staring at it as if he wanted to get inside the skeleton.

    Necromancer: “…What are you looking at?”

    “This skeleton is wrong!”

    Gretel didn’t turn his head, he answered casually. After answering, he jumped in surprise, turned his head and looked back at the source of the voice: Who was talking to me just now?

    He saw nothing.

    No, he didn’t see nothing, he saw a piece of black… cloth… black robe… a thin face.

    The necromancer was quite tall, especially in the eyes of Gretel, who was sitting on the ground looking up. He was literally a pillar with a head on top. Not only was he tall, he was also thin, floating around in a black robe, like a bamboo pole.

    With a figure that thin, his face naturally couldn’t be any better, his cheeks were tightly against his cheekbones, and his cheeks were sunken. He looked like he was only a skin away from the golden skeleton beside him.

    Gretel was slightly startled, but not very scared. Necromancers, it’s normal to be thin, even if a skeleton has two burning phosphorous fires in its eyes, it still fits the image of a lich he remembered. But the necromancer couldn’t wait, he took a step forward and repeatedly urged:

    “What’s wrong with this skeleton?”

    “The head and body don’t belong to the same person!”

    “They don’t belong to the same person? Where did you see that!”

    Well… you asked, I don’t want to sleep now. Gretel propped himself up on the ground, struggling to get to his feet. He staggered a bit when he got up, the golden skeleton kindly reached out to help him up:

    “The skull is a man’s, the pelvis is a woman’s. It’s clearly two people!”

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    (End of Chapter)

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