Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

The prince calmly welcomed the coming of death, but he waited for a long time and the Blood Raven did not take any action.

"...You are still of some use. I will notify the bishop to deal with you." said Blood Crow.

"Huh?" The sad crowd was a little confused. He was so aggressive just now, why is he so quiet now?

The blood crow didn't bother to pay attention to the others, but crawled out from the prince's wound. Then he spilled a ball of blood, which was divided into four parts and crawled into the bodies of other people.

"Your life and death depends on my decision, so don't even think about running around. Just stay here and wait for the bishop to come." said Blood Crow.

"When will the bishop come back?" asked the autistic girl.

"This is not your concern!" After saying that, the Blood Crow flew away.

However, even after the Blood Crow left, everyone still felt quite uncomfortable, because their hearts would feel a sharp pain from time to time, which proved that the Blood Crow had not left, but was still lurking in their bodies.

"Hey! Isn't the bishop your mentor? Maybe you can ask the bishop for help!" said the world-weary girl to the foul-mouthed girl.

"Don't worry, I will do my best to protect the prince. Then I will say something bad about you to the bishop and kill you!" The foul-mouthed girl smiled evilly.

"You!" The world-weary girl turned pale.

"Okay, don't make such a bad joke." said the old general.

"Tsk!" The foul-mouthed girl turned her head away. "To tell you the truth, my mentor has no feelings for me at all. It's meaningless for me to say more. That woman only cares about profit. If we have no value, she will abandon us without hesitation."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a sharp pain in her heart. This was Blood Crow's warning to her not to talk nonsense.

"Ugh... beast! What did I say wrong?" The foul-mouthed girl kept cursing, and the pain she felt became more and more intense. In the end, she fainted from the pain.

The prince and the old general also tried to persuade her, but it was useless. The foul-mouthed girl was stubborn and would not listen to any advice.

Without a chatterbox, the scene became quiet.

The autistic girl looked at the calm prince and the old general with admiration in her eyes. "You two are really extraordinary!"

"I used to think that life and death were just like that, but when I was really caught by those crazy fire monsters, I truly felt the horror of death. I was so scared that I couldn't move and looked ugly. It was then that I realized that I was much more fragile than I thought." said the autistic girl.

In fact, what really broke her was not the rage, but the frustration after her self-righteousness was shattered. When she found that she was far from being as good as she thought, she fell into another state of self-doubt and slacking off.

"In fact, we are also very scared, but perhaps after experiencing life and death, the feeling of fear has faded a lot." The prince smiled.

"Besides, we are not dead yet, are we? In that case, do you want to play cards?" the prince suggested.

"No..." The world-weary girl gave a dry laugh and rejected the suggestion. Her future was uncertain and she had no intention of playing cards.

But the autistic girl agreed to the request, and she began to play cards with the prince and the old general.

When you are immersed in playing cards, the fear of death is weakened.

But what surprised them was that the bishop arrived much later than they thought. It was not until the third day that the bishop received them.

The foul-mouthed girl said nothing and responded coldly. She was ready to start scolding her mentor as soon as she saw him.

The world-weary girl had dark circles under her eyes and looked very haggard.

As for the trio playing cards, they seemed much calmer. They were in high spirits and seemed to be having a good time.

Several people were taken to a luxurious manor, which was the most noble place in the upper city. The people living here were all big figures in the church. And this manor was the private manor of the bishop.

Everyone was led to a quiet little garden.

"So beautiful..." The autistic girl exclaimed as she looked at the garden.

"Where is that woman?" The foul-mouthed girl looked around but couldn't find her mentor.

Perhaps the bishop had realized the destructive power of the foul-mouthed girl, so she did not meet her apprentice, but left everyone in the garden and sent someone to summon the prince alone.

Following the guidance of the servants, the prince met the legendary bishop in the reception room of the manor.

The prince's first feeling upon seeing the bishop was...

"You look so young! You look like a girl of 16 or 17."

Then the prince was attracted by the person standing next to the bishop, because that person was his mentor.

The mentor had a complicated expression when he saw the prince.

"Hello, Master Mentor." The prince bowed.

"Thanks to you, I came back from the dangerous battlefield. However, I may be exiled to prison because of you. So should I thank you now? Or condemn you?" The mentor showed a helpless expression.

The prince smiled but did not answer.

"I heard from Blood Crow that you already have the power of charm. Can you show it to me?" The bishop said with a smile. Her voice was soft and gentle, like a lullaby that made people drowsy.

The prince did not hesitate and released his charm to the bishop. He knew that it was because of this charm that he showed his value and was saved from death.

The bishop was slightly distracted for a moment, then smiled in appreciation. "Your talent is indeed terrifying. Even in the cult, there are only a handful of people who can reach your level of talent."

"It would be a pity to kill you. So, I am going to give you a chance. Accept my charm and become my slave." Although the bishop's tone was weak, it was firm and unquestionable.

There are two types of charm, one is forced charm, the other is voluntary charm. Forced charm requires the caster to cast spells on the charmed object regularly, otherwise the charmed object is likely to break free from the charm, which is a more troublesome operation.

Voluntary enchantment does not have this drawback. Basically, once enchanted, it is permanently effective. Moreover, the effect of this enchantment is stronger, which is equivalent to actively giving up self-awareness and becoming a puppet of the caster.

"What will become of my companions?" asked the Prince.

"Life imprisonment," the bishop said. "That's the best sentence I can give."

"Besides, as long as you are alive, the three sisters will also have the motivation to live. Even for them, you should make the right choice." The bishop smiled.

The prince smiled upon hearing this. "They are not that fragile. Although I am important to them, I am not dependent on them for life and death. Rather than living like a puppet, I'd rather face the death that is meant for me."

The prince directly refused the voluntary charm.

The prince's mentor and the bishop were both a little dazed. It was indeed easy to be moved when faced with such a fearless person.

"Haha. You are very good. I won't kill you for the time being. It's just that sometimes you have no choice." A purple light flashed in the bishop's eyes, and the prince showed an obsessed expression.