Servant Of The Necromancer

Plain Life

It's been a month and the search for the terrorist prisoner is still in full swing. Teams and teams of guards can be seen searching the streets at all times. The streets and alleys have been plastered with portraits, and people are even talking about the prisoner above. Some said it was a spy sent by the enemy, some said it was a new kind of orc, and others said it was a cultist of the Undead Guild.

Asa followed the old man Sandru and several vegetable vendors together in front of the butcher store, listening to the boss froth at the mouth to tell how the cultist hands drawing charms, shouting, the prison all at once head and body broken open, blood flowing into a river. Several vegetable vendors exchanged words and agreed to go to church together to ask for holy water to protect themselves.

"Holy water must be sprinkled close to the body, the most effective on the underwear." Old man Sandru said to several vegetable vendors.

A group of patrolling Kongo brushed past Asa, and a few of them glanced at him curiously.

It was just a glance. Even Asa did not dare to look at himself much when he saw the mirror. His face is now like an ugly face made of wax baked into the fire halfway and then solidified, pockmarked with oily flesh tumors, features distorted and twisted into a ball, and even the eyes are torn out. Even a half-orc or big-eared monster is ten times more handsome than him.

Of course this is just a mask. A very well-made mask, actually visible pores, tumors on the veins are visible, touching and real skin as elastic. Sandru old man's craft is very good, wear it does not feel any discomfort, but Asa not quite dare to ask him what in the end is made out of.

Bend up, carry a pad, walk with a little limp, put on a full body covered in a tattered robe, completely suitable for the appearance of the dress. Follow Sandru on the street for two days, a few street people are familiar with him, all know that he is the old man Sandru's hunchback assistant.

Old man Sandru was actually considered a member of the Magic Academy, and the big house full of corpses also belonged to the Magic Academy, which somewhat surprised Asa. Even in the countryside of his Calendon, those miners and blacksmiths who indulged in bad wine and prostitutes had to look respectful when the Academy of Magic was mentioned among themselves. It was the most important institution of the church, and in the minds of many it was almost like the center of the church, a place to study magic and train priests and magicians. To the lower class commoners to mention the royal or any other military and state affairs, it feels like a vague concept, far less interesting than the street rumors. However, if you are injured or have done something wrong and feel guilty, it is the priests from the Magic Academy who will help you. So in the minds of the general public, it is a sacred and noble place.

But just like a holy woman is just a human being, a human being will go to the toilet. Since the magic academy has to study healing magic, it has to study the human body, and also has to have a special place to store the corpse.

Of course, considering the sanctity of the church, this kind of research is only carried out as quietly as possible when necessary, and such a place is not able to be inside the magic academy. The house was built in a remote corner on the west side of town, and the only living things inside were Asa and old man Sandru.

The old man's job is actually just to keep and sort all kinds of organs and limbs, the time is very leisurely, sometimes will go to the market. But usually always like to engage in teng corpses, such as the different parts of several people to reassemble a human form, use some inexplicable magic on the corpse, cut an organ into dozens of small pieces, respectively, soaked in dozens of different drugs and so on and so forth. This is a very costly hobby of corpses, so Sandru and the city jailers and guards have a good relationship, as long as there is an insignificant or unclaimed corpse, immediately sold to him for a few copper coins. Asa's job is to carry, assist in the division of the body, chopping organs, go to the market to buy daily supplies, to solve the two people's diet.

The big house is usually not even approached. But apart from the three feral cats in the neighborhood, there is also a guest every two or three days. Also an old man, wearing a black robe, cheeks thin as if this life has never eaten a full meal, with a dark circle under the eyes, as if never sleep as well, every time at night to come to Sandru. Whenever this time Sandru will let Asa into the hut inside to read a book by themselves. The two old men lit candles in the large room full of corpses and organs and chatted until midnight.

Two months ago, from the hills of the western wilderness watched the entire force he was with wiped out, then hunted by the orc's, perished in the lizard swamp and almost had his head ripped off ..... Then came to the royal capital and inexplicably became the most feared fugitive in the entire capital .... Now he is in a big house full of corpses, accompanying an eccentric old man to manipulate the corpses. When he think about what happened during this time, even he find it unbelievable.

In fact, it is possible to slip away quietly when the old man Sandru is not paying attention, with this mask and his current popularity in the city can absolutely pass unhindered. But he has not done so.

There were many reasons for not escaping, such as learning magic was an unattainable wish since he was a child. Sandru's house has a number of books on magic. And he was here waiting for Bracada's caravan to bring Olivia back. This seems to have been the only turnaround in this predicament now. The Duke's order to 'execute he on the spot' left him with no chance to even clear his name, not to mention the fact that he was still completely unaware of the reason for it. The only hope was to wait for her return and see if the misunderstanding could be cleared up.

Asa had always believed that the Duke wanted him because of some misunderstanding between him and Olivia. In the present situation he could only guess so.

But these are not the most important thing. There had been no escape because Asa did not feel that there was anything wrong with this strange life at present.

Probably too much blood and cruelty experienced that night two months ago, now living surrounded by corpses and organs does not feel revolting.

Probably in the lizard swamp numerous times and death close to almost really dead, now look at the street full of search troops also do not feel nervous at all. Even sometimes see a team of young soldiers running so hard for their own, will also be a kind of inexplicable affection for them, want to go over and pull them, invite them to sit on the street stalls to eat something, bitterly advise them not to waste their energy.

Probably the old man Sandru and corpses are used to contact, so the people as a corpse, without the slightest wariness, get along very convenient. He never asked about Asa, not even asked Asa's name, anyway, there are only two living people in the big room, the other side of the mouth, you know it is talking to themselves. In contrast Sandru gave names to the three wild cats that often came to the big house looking for something to eat. It was as if the two had long since worn out their mutual curiosity as old friends of many years.

More importantly, the daily magic study and meditation attracted all his energy. Every day, he could feel himself improving. From the simplest stop bleeding, to the real sense of recovery, from the most basic to use two fingers to handful of a candle, to be able to empty-handed roast a fish.

He also found a dusty book from the back of old man Sandru's bookshelf. The pages were made of a kind of leather, very old but not the slightest damage. This is a very strange book, from the top of the table of contents contains a surprising number of magic and and magic-related skills, escapades. But except for the table of contents and the opening chapter on meditation, it was written in a language Asa did not know. Asa also did not ask Sandru, himself only in accordance with the first he can understand the method written on the daily practice of meditation.

Every day is this study, practice, meditation. Completely immersed in his own progress of this life he began at the age of five, for him this way of life is the most quiet, the most peaceful. Everything was so natural, without the slightest tension or deliberateness. Asa spent a month in this bland life full of corpses and chases without realizing it.

The ordinary life is always relaxed, a long time, the human feeling seems to be completely melted into every detail of this life, no longer want to have any fluctuations and changes. But he also knows that this is not possible, after all, some things can not end like this, he can not somehow be a fugitive for life, can not live in the shadow for the rest of his life. Although there is nothing dangerous to see now, but the last thing he can stand is to have something to limit himself.

And what's more, he couldn't let so many people die in vain on the hills of the western wilderness. Out of a strange intuition, Asa had a vague feeling that what he had reported in the dukedom had not really arrived where it was supposed to.

"Hey, let's go, what's the fuss?" Old man Sandru shoved a packet of purchases at him. Asa took the stuff and limped along with his head buried.

That night, after meditating, Asa was attracted by the light coming through the window, and came out of the house to see the full moon so bright for the second time in his life.

The last time he saw it was exactly two months ago, on that hill in the wilderness to the west. The same soft but dazzling moon, no star dared to plunder the sky beauty. This moonlight pulled Asa's memory back to that time, re-experiencing the killing night.