Servant Of The Necromancer

Disclosure of whereabouts

Ten days ago, the Academy of Magic began researching a healing spell that uses a number of human organs every day. This kind of research with blasphemy to the dead is not very well placed in the daytime, easily known by most of the students, so it is all done at night. So every day at night Asa would pull up a cart of corpses and organs and send them from the west of the city to the magic academy in the center of the royal capital.

The trip at night these days was also very eye-opening for him. Being in the royal capital for two months now, he had never been out at night. He thought every place was the same as his hometown at night, silent, with a few occasional roosters and dogs barking. If there is no moon at night, you must take a torch and lantern with you, in case you step into a puddle of dung or fall and can't get up until the next day to be carried back.

What lights up the night in the kingdom is not the moon in the sky, but the countless street lights. The lights and bustle of the taverns would continue until the early hours of the next morning. Dazzlingly dressed women stood by the roadside greeting passers-by with enthusiasm, and drunkards staggered by, occasionally rushing into alleys to vomit. Luxury carriages sped by, stopping in front of mansions, stepping down or picking up a few noble men and women.

People here at night seem to have inexhaustible energy and money to spend. Singing, dancing, wine, food, banquets, trying to do everything to make themselves exciting, happy, as if tomorrow is the end of the world, would not hesitate to put all the life in tonight for a little crazy pleasure. Asa wondered why these people had this illusion.

But he didn't want to find out. Even walking through these same streets every day, he felt completely out of place here, as if stepping into a strange world ruled by unknown creatures. The people here also try to ignore his presence, even if the occasional drunk stops him and tries to get into trouble, once they see his face, they immediately run away with a crawl.

Every day he went back from the Magic Academy very late. He had to wait for his research to be finished and take note of the organs and limbs to be used the next day.

The location of the Duke's house is not far from the Magic Academy. Every night he would pass by there.

It had been half a month since Yi returned. But the wanted was still wanted, and the search by the royal escort had become a routine matter.

It's been half a month since Olivia returned. But the manhunt still continues, and the search by the royal escort has become a routine thing.

Was it because she hadn't explained to her father? Or did she also think I deserved to die? Did she know that I had caused her injuries? Am I just going to be a wanted criminal for the rest of my life? It had been a depressing time for Asa.

Last night's research went on for a long time and was not finished until the early morning hours. Asa took the list, dragged the empty car, and walked in the empty street. Only the lot around the Magic Academy was quiet in the whole kingdom. Those people, no matter how crazy, would not dare to be crazy to the church.

Some distance away from the ducal palace, he saw two luxurious carriages with five men and one woman in gorgeous clothes standing outside the carriages, and there came the sound of noise.

This was a common sight in the royal capital at night, and Asa paid no attention to it, continuing to walk on his own in the darkness. It wasn't until he got closer, by the light of the carriage's fire, that he recognized the woman.

It was the one he had seen in the caravan escorting Yi, next to Clovis, with the same smiling eyes, light and thin lips, and similar appearance to Olivia, probably her sister.

Now her sister is wearing a set of exaggeratedly expensive clothes, hair pulled back in a pattern more exaggerated than the clothes, is arguing with some young men who are noblemen by their clothes. As she spoke, she seemed to be heading for the ducal palace when the young man with the pigtails pulled her hand, as if begging her, and she turned and continued to speak loudly, and a loud slap was thrown in the young man's face. The young man was enraged and the two fought.

This is a common scene in the royal capital at night, the young men and women of the nobility always love to fight somehow, probably because there is no place to vent their energy. This is also a usual feature of their lives. Asa was still walking by himself in the shadows of the street.

The pigtail seemed annoyed and hit her rather hard, and unlike her sister, she fell down with a few punches to the head. A few men next to her held her up, and the pigtail seemed to be the leader of the men, ordering them to carry her to the car, a few men hesitated, and the pigtail shouted a rebuke.

Asa has walked across the street to them, heard clearly, the pigtail said: "afraid of what? I've got her now, can the Duke still eat me up? Make a scene out of it he also has no face, in the end it is only to marry this b***h to me?"

Whether this is a common scene or not, it can't be ignored. Asa suddenly shouted: "You guys put her down, I'm going to the duke's house to call someone." Generally speaking, this kind of person is a thief's heart, scare them and they will escape.

But these few obviously are not people who can generally speaking, and also do not think they are being a thief, the heart is naturally not false. The pigtail roared in anger and justice: "Who is it?" The coachman waved his torch and said, "It seems to be the hunchbacked assistant of that old man Sandru on the west side of town." Asa was a celebrity now, in any capacity.

The pigtail stumbled over and waved his hand to Asa and said, "Don't be afraid, come here, I'll tell you ......" Closer, Asa just smelled a smell of alcohol, dreadlocks suddenly pulled out a dagger from his arms to his chest stabbed over, roared: "You dare to call someone?"

The knife stabbed halfway, the pigtail felt a tight wrist, a twist, the hand seems to be gone. A sharp pain that he had never experienced in his life brought a scream from the bottom of his heart to his throat, but a timely dull pain in his throat knot knocked the scream back again. In the end, he could only let out a grunt from his nose similar to that of a pig before being suffocated, and then fell to the ground and twitched.

The first twist of the wrist is purely reflexive, the second with the edge of the palm cut on the throat is a last resort. He was more scared than these guys, and more afraid of being discovered by the dukes.

Several other men saw the situation and wanted to come over to help, but were stopped by the two carriage drivers: "You are no match, do not go over." The two carriage drivers drew their long swords from their waists and rushed over together.

Asa took a look at the posture of the two wagon drivers drawing swords and holding them, he knew it would not be just ordinary wagon drivers. Dodge on two swords, the cripple can not pretend, back also dare not hunch, full strength to move and dodge. These two are actually quite powerful swordsmen, probably the pigtail's bodyguards or something.

Finally found an opportunity, Asa rolled and crawled narrowly out of the two surrounded, ripped off his cloak towards the near one swordsman threw.

The swordsman sliced the cloak into two pieces with one smooth stroke of his sword. It is indeed a very experienced warrior, did not dodge and retreat. The most important thing in this advantageous situation is to close in on your opponent and not let him have a chance to breathe and adjust.

After slicing through the cloak, the swordsman saw a cloud of red light in front of him. Before he could understand what it was, the fireball burst on the bridge of his nose.

It was just a small fireball for beginners, not very powerful, just about the equivalent of a few oversized firecrackers tied together, and would never have blown his head off, but at most would have blown the nose bone to bits.

A bang. A shower of sparks burst from the swordsman's face looked very beautiful in the darkness, and the swordsman fell straight down with a nice backward lean.

Asa picked up half of the cloak on the ground and threw it at the other swordsman's head. At the same time, his hand was raised and waved, and his mouth chanted loudly in the tone of an incantation. In fact it was a native phrase of his hometown dwarves cursing. With his level, he could not use magic continuously.

The swordsman hurriedly lowered his head, dwarfed, and rolled backwards in a clean roll. Just as soon as he got up, he found that half of the cloak had followed him and flew in front of him, one of which suddenly flew up and hit on his chin. Then he very clearly heard the crisp sound of broken bones from there, a scream, and fell to the ground.

The two swordsmen were put down in this way, and Asa himself felt a little incredulous. After so long without moving his muscles, his body was not the least bit sluggish.

He walked toward the carriage, and when the firelight could shine on his face, several youths shouted, "O demon." Scattering in all directions, they fled.

"Waaah." With a scream, the girl suddenly jumped out of the carriage and fled towards the Duke's house. It turned out that she had not been knocked unconscious and had been watching.

Afraid that someone would hear the sound and coming, Asa scrambled to pick up the cloak on the ground, pulled up the empty carriage, and fled into the darkness.

Early the next morning, the ducal palace.

In a complete reversal of her usual habit of sleeping until late afternoon, Chrissie actually got up early and joined her father in the dining room for breakfast.

She barely slept, and spent the whole night tossing and turning in memory of that bizarre experience, which was more exciting than alcohol.

Even though her eye was still bruised from the beating, it didn't affect her high emotions at all, and she told her father about the strange experience last night: "Dad, you know, those two bodyguards were top-notch, but they were like children under that man. That man's hand waved, actually or magic ah, he can also use magic hey, a moment and blew people away." She exaggeratedly imitated the fallen posture of the swordsman with a straight body.

Duke Mrak frowned slightly. He had always resented the fact that his daughter was with that bunch of dudes, doing nothing and almost getting into trouble this time. The actual fact is that he can't be a part of his own daughter's education now, only occasionally have the opportunity to be painstakingly taught a little, but his daughter's age, especially this character, is obviously not with reason to be able to talk through.

Chris gestured with his hands: "Then the man went up only one punch, the other guy was lying down. Only one punch, the last time that guy helped us to beat up people took several stabs, but also still nothing."

"But when that person came over, we saw his face clearly, several other people immediately ran away in fear, I was also shocked, I do not know where to get the strength to run back. Because that person is really ugly, so ugly oh." Chris's emotions fell into a low point with the utterance of these 'ugly' words, shaking his head in disappointment. It was a pity that it was this very ugly man who saved her, and not a handsome young man in golden armor with long hair.

Duke Mrak swallowed a piece of bread and picked up a glass of milk. Still must let his daughter go out and exercise a little, see the outside world, taste the sweet and sour of life to do so. After all, only to experience, people will really grow up.

"This very ugly man is really strange it. When my sister just came back he was lying on his sister's car trying to probe to see my sister, at that time he was still a cripple, his back was also hunched. Last night suddenly not lame, straighten the back people are also quite tall, but unfortunately is too ugly."

With a 'ka' sound, the cup shattered in Duke Mrak's hands.

The Duke slowly turned to stare at Chrissie and asked, "What did you say? How that man was on your sister's return?"

Chris saw a look in her father's eyes that she had never seen before and suddenly felt afraid. Whispering, she said, "That man went to climb his sister's wagon, and brother-in-law almost killed him."

"Why didn't he do it then?" The Duke's voice sounded like he was talking to himself.

"I don't know. I heard many people say that the ugly bastard was the assistant of an old man named Sandru on the west side of town. I heard them say that last night, too."

Duke Mrak got up and said, "Go stay with your sister while I go out for a while."

Chris asked cautiously, "Where are you going when my sister's doctor is coming later?"

Duke Mrak wiped his mouth and walked quickly out of the restaurant without looking back, dropping the words, "I'm going to personally thank the hero who saved my daughter."