Something's wrong with my undead

How long has it been since you were afraid?

Faced with this problem, Mr. Sa almost subconsciously joked: "That's too much. Every day, I'm afraid of being left far behind by my brothers..."

But this time neither of them were amused.

In the quiet atmosphere, all three people realized the seriousness of this problem.

Zhuoyang continued: "Are our senses still normal?

“Have we been doing skeletons for so long that we’ve forgotten that this is reality and not a game?

"Do we only have one life?

"These are issues that must be taken seriously at this stage. In order to achieve our goals, we must maintain this white lie.

“We must ensure that Heine has no reservations about us, so that we can understand his thoughts well enough and provide targeted intelligence to help him develop better.

"This is a win-win deal. Maybe we will have the chance to become humans in the future."

Mr. Sa: "So you set yourself up as a fallen paladin?"

"Yes, he will probably consider the direction of Luku Plain. You two also need to think carefully and plan it. At least you have a reasonable character design... Dailin, for example, would be good."

Teacher Xia: "? Are you attacking me again?"

After thinking about it, Mr. Sa said: "Then I have an idea. I can be Saberia, the 'Wind of the Jungle'. Now the transition from the Wither Bow to the Sighing Bow will be seamless. This wave is simply perfect!"

The pressure came to Teacher Xia.

He couldn't help but fell into thought.

To be fair, Dai Lin's character is pretty good...

...

Heine, who listened to all this quietly, couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Catching the Sheep.

Great, I thought so too.

He was very happy that the other party could deliberately maintain this distance and sense of proportion.

This is better for both parties.

He can get more information for nothing, and they can be loyal to him more safely.

This is a true win-win.

It's time to study who Sabelia is. The withered bow that Mr. Sa has been thinking about for a long time must be prepared for him.

At this point Dylan closed the notebook and breathed a sigh of relief.

He had completely recorded the entire process of Heine's attempt.

This simply reshaped his understanding of Yuan Ling!

Dylan suddenly walked to the bookshelf and pulled out a book and handed it to Heine.

"How to Become a Psychic"

This name sounds like a third-rate successful student.

"Matt was deceived by this book. The people in Velitas seem to be studying psychics, but it is obviously impossible for them to show the real results, especially to the people here."

Dylan laughed at himself.

It seems that he also knows the reality of the blockade in the McCalla Mountains.

"Then their purpose for doing this is..."

"Who knows, if you throw out a few whimsical ideas, maybe some fool will try it. Who else here has the ability to study these things, besides the Gitilors?"

"I would like to ask, what is the relationship between Principal Garay and you?"

"Hunter is my uncle and Garay's wife Alice is my sister."

Heine couldn't help but look at Dylan twice.

Principal Garay is almost fifty years old, but he looks at most thirty.

"Are you surprised? My father used to be like this too."

Dylan showed that charming smile again, which seriously affected the appearance of this face.

"Do you want to know why?"

Heine knew that he was going to play ethics again, so he simply didn't answer, lowered his head and opened the book.

Dylan snorted disdainfully, asking for trouble.

...

The book defines a necromancer as an "advanced version of a necromancer who can summon spirits."

Nor can it be said that it is completely wrong.

Wandering souls are extremely weak, like plankton in the underworld.

It is an instinctive behavior for them to respond to the call, and crossing the barrier does not require the participation of Yuanling.

But the spirit is very powerful and carries knowledge. If you want to summon it, you must open the passage between the two worlds.

At this time, it is indeed necessary to communicate with Yuan Ling.

In addition, the distinction between the activity and inertia of Yuan Ling is also mentioned above.

This is vaguely consistent with Heine's experience.

The one who helps him become invisible is the inert Yuanling, who looks like a social animal fishing for fish at his work station when he gets off work.

The Yuanlings that make up the magic circle are much more lively, and they will even convey messages such as "wrong" and "idiot" to Heine.

As he watched, Heine's eyes became more and more surprised.

He turned to the first page and wrote down the author's name.

Carl Elan.

Maybe this guy really has something...

"Can you lend me this book?" he asked.

"Whatever, but I advise you to read less."

"it is good."

Heine put away the book.

Soon it was lunch time, and Heine also met Dylan’s wife Selima.

She was covered in blood, and she was holding a half-human-high bone-cutting knife and a huge hyena hind leg.

Dylan seemed used to this scene.

"She is from Nice. She was once a soul hunter in the Shadow Temple. She has been in a bad mood recently and often goes out hunting to relax."

Heine thought to himself that this was too hardcore.

Selima suddenly said a few words in Dylan's ear, then looked at Heine with a strange look, turned and entered the kitchen.

Dylan was slightly surprised: "When did you and the Nice guy from the burial ground... happen?"

"what?"

Heine looked confused.

He should be talking about Siara...

No, how can you tell?

"I remember her name was Siara, right? To be honest, I was surprised."

Dylan had a strange expression: "She is the next servant of the Shadow Temple in Godero City. In theory, she will serve Ms. Deathspeaker for the rest of her life."

Heine was shocked: "Then now..."

"Don't worry, the requirement is just to prohibit debauchery, but abstinence is the norm for clergy in the North. You can still go to her." Dylan joked: "I'm more curious about how you melted this ice."

Heine twitched his lips.

Three years of hot breakfast?

possible.

Many late-night long conversations in the name of asking questions?

maybe.

What he couldn't deny was that, as a young Shang-Controller with an adult male soul and strong willpower, his pursuit of this kind of mature woman was quite natural.

He has always respected his xp.

I just didn't expect that the other party would have this identity.

"How did Ms. Selima figure it out?" he asked curiously.

"You have Ms. Deathrattler's blessing on you. It was probably transferred to you by her, and the people of Nice can feel it."

"bless?"

Heine was dumbfounded.

"What effect does it have?"

Dylan looked at him with pity:

"Do you think I will be blessed?"

……

Perhaps because Heine gave too little information, this conversation failed to attract the attention of the three brothers.

They were busy making up stories and characters for themselves, so Heine didn't pay much attention to it.

In the afternoon, Heine, who had recovered his mental strength, continued to talk to the other two skeletons.

With their previous experience and the three of them having a good draft, the next conversation went smoothly.

He was given the confusing names of Sa and Xia, and then pretended to be enlightened and wrote down their "possible origins" respectively.

Mr. Sa tried every means to anchor the "Scar of Blight", obviously thinking of a way for his "Sabelian" people.

Teacher Xia is an unknown male wanderer in the Whispering Forest.

The focus is on men.

Heine stayed here for the next two days.

He spent most of his time studying necromancy with Dylan.

Although his almost poor basic knowledge of the "Summoning Course" made Dylan laugh out loud, fortunately, his spell-casting skills and understanding ability were really good.

Naturally, the contribution of the three brothers is indispensable.

Although they may not have played the Necromancer, they have definitely played the Necromancer.

The "mature gameplay" revealed in his few words became Heine's goal.

There is nothing wrong with thinking and making associations in this direction.

So this became strong evidence for what Mr. Sa said, "My eldest brother is really savvy."

In addition, with the "Bridge of Communication" here, he can chat with Zhuoyang as long as he recovers his mental strength.

First, confirm the identity of the other party by narrowing down the time and location.

Secondly, he also tried to teach the other party some common language.

But he was well aware of the "step-by-step, deliberately stupid" plan to catch the sheep.

So one of them didn't pay much attention to the question, and the other casually responded with a few words. Both things progressed slowly.

This also allowed Dylan to record a piece of useless new knowledge:

The soul will resist recalling anything about the moment of death and resist learning language.

……

When dusk fell, Heine, who was recovering his mental strength, was awakened by the sound of rapid footsteps.

He saw Dylan coming with a solemn look on his face, holding a crow in his pale hand.

"what happened?"

"My crow sees Arthur coming this way.

"He's carrying someone on his shoulders."