Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

After returning to Grizzly Castle, Jeffrey hid in the tavern room and did not dare to go out.

Although not personally involved in the action, invade a spellcaster's private territory and attempt to hurt or even kill the other party.

Even as an accomplice, the crime was enough to get him tied in a chain and thrown into a cold and wet prison for a few years.

He believed that the reason why he was not arrested by the Federation at the first time was probably because the necromancer had not had time to divert his attention from the attacker who was shot dead on the spot to him.

Fortunately, the Necromancer is still observing the relevant laws of the Federation and has not had the idea of ​​killing him on the spot. If it were other spellcasters, they would probably not be so lucky.

A spellcaster whose private territory is invaded and whose personal safety is threatened has the right to fight back to the invader to any extent, even if the other party is an ordinary civilian.

Jeffrey paced in the room anxiously, immediately ran away and hid in the countryside to join his sister, or hesitated between the two choices of whether to surrender to the Federation.

The sound of a bang knock on the door made him tremble all over and his legs became weak.

Who would knock on the door in the middle of the night?

Could it be that the Federation came to arrest him? Or is the necromancer coming to lynch his revenge?

Jeffrey's teeth trembled, trying to control his thoughts of jumping into the window and rushing to the door.

"Who are you?"

The visitor was wearing a short hunting suit that was half new and not old, and the hood pulled down slightly covered his face. Under the dim lights in the tavern, he couldn't see his specific appearance clearly, and only looked pale and bloodless.

The other party seemed to be carrying any weapons, which made Jeffrey feel a little bit better.

"Mr. Harvey decided to spare your life," he whispered, "but you need to provide two testimonies."

Jeffrey was stunned and said quietly, "What... what testimony? I... I have told Mr. Harvey everything about it."

“The testimony of the Federation investigator Bulco Connard inducing you to falsely accuse Lord Harvey, and the testimony of conspiring with the church’s assistant Stani Kane to assault the caster!”

The visitor flashed into the room, took out a clear magic stone from his arms, and pointed it at Jeffrey sitting on the chair.

"This is the magic stone of the shadow. You can repeat your accusation and testimony according to my request..."

Jeffrey honestly did it, not daring to resist at all.

"When you go out with me later, I will give you some money and send you to the countryside. When the winter passes, leave St. Valen with this money and don't return to Jackdaw."

Jeffrey was delighted. Unexpectedly, the wizard Harvey not only did not pursue his crimes, but also offered him some money, with the only condition that he would not return to Jackdaw Town to live?

Although he felt a little unbelievable, he obediently packed his luggage, followed the visitors out of the city, turned into the rugged path of a small hill, and took advantage of the bright moonlight to make it difficult on the mountain road. Go forward.

"Sir, where are you going to send me? That...that money..."

He finally couldn't help but ask questions, worried that he would not get the promised "deportment fee".

"Then I'll send you here, walk along this mountain road, and there is a village that can stay overnight." The man walking in front turned around, took out a small purse from his arms and threw it into Jeffrey's hand.

Jeffrey took the purse and felt heavy when he bought it. He suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and lowered his head to open the count.

Suddenly, I felt a mountain wind blowing. Before he could look up, I felt my neck be gently pinched by an extremely cold palm.

Knock~

Jeffrey's eyes were straight, and a brief horror sound was made in his mouth, and he fell heavily to the ground with his back to the sky and the earth.

The purse tightly held in his hand loosened, and the coins contained in it were scattered all over the ground, but not only gold pounds, but also a lot of silver and copper coins mixed in pieces.

Nympho

"Come back so soon?" Reiner stood on the ladder and carefully carried out daily maintenance of the "Zero Machine" while looking at Pierce, a hunter who had just returned to the manor.

The hunter stomped his feet, shook off the soil stained on his boots, took another piece of cotton cloth, and carefully wiped the dust on it.

This is the new boots given to him by Lord Harvey, hand-sewn in reindeer skin. It is said to be from the alchemy union of Daes, the kingdom of the wizard. It is waterproof and wear-resistant, and is a good product that only nobles can afford to wear.

"Of course, I don't want to rush through the day, the annoying sunlight will burn my skin."

Pierce, who has undergone blood exchange surgery, is now essentially a mixed-race race. Although his desire for blood is not as intense as that of a purebred vampire, his disgust of sunshine comes from instinct.

He only ran with his legs and his speed was no longer much slower than the horse, so he volunteered to help Lena take this trip, and it took him half a night to go back and forth.

Anyway, he doesn't need to fall asleep at night now.

Reiner put down the tools in his hand, was silent for a while before saying, "Then...that money, have you given it to me?"

Pierce covered the door of the laboratory workshop and replied casually, "It was delivered, but Reiner, I honestly think you are a little sorry for your actions."

"Don't forget, your and my lives were saved by the adults." He frowned and reminded, "Especially, think about the sin you suffered when you suffered from the cold epidemic. What about now? The adults not only do it You saved it and let you follow Mr. Asdaren to learn literacy and learn magic.”

"I can't even think about this kind of treatment." After taking care of his boots, the hunter threw down the cotton cloth in his hand and looked at Reiner with a little complaint.

Reiner was stunned for a moment, and reluctantly argued: "I know, I know I'm sorry for this."

"But, but that's my son! Pierce."

He pulled a charge line and inserted it into his body, and slowly sat down on the alchemy instrument.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"Since the adult has let him go, he never mentioned it to me afterwards, and did not blame me at all... I just hope that he can live a peaceful life in the future."

"Those, those money, are all saved by me in my free time, using the scattered parts discarded by adults and some gadgets made by myself to the merchants who come to the manor to deliver goods every week..."

Poor parents in the world...

"I have sent him away. This time I will keep it a secret for you, but I will not be the case."

Pierce sighed, but said silently in his heart: "I'm sorry friend, I must carry out Lord Harvey's mission..."

...

Harvey and Asdaren walked side by side, walking and chatting in the orchard along the walls outside the manor.

"Is this what you call the...human nature of alchemy life?" Asdaren was a little confused. He didn't quite understand Harvey's intention.

Wizards are different from ordinary people. They have acquired power, knowledge, and life span that ordinary people cannot obtain. From the perspective of life level, they should be considered extraordinary people strictly.

Things created by wizards using knowledge and magic, whether puppets, zombies, or alchemists, are essentially vassals and tools, and will not pay much attention to them.

But Harvey is obviously different. He is not keen on transforming zombies or creating zombies. Instead, he has a special liking for those sophisticated and complex alchemy instruments.

If it weren't for the evil orc corpses stuffed in the cellar, he would have mistakenly thought that the other party's true identity was actually a talented alchemist.

He also paid special attention to his experimental creation - the alchemy creature named Reiner, who neither used it as a servant nor used it as a weapon. Their daily communication was like an employer and subordinate, as well as a teacher and a student.

"You don't understand, Asdaren, I'm doing this for two reasons." Harvey seemed to have anticipated the other party's confusion and explained patiently.

"Renner was the first alchemy life I had successfully experimented with, but he was more than just an experimental creature."

"I think any object that carries the human soul should be treated as a real person."

"Only in this way can I stabilize my cognition, maintain my humanity, and avoid me from being lost in those extraordinary knowledge and power."

Asdaren nodded in a vague way. He had indeed heard of many examples of the existence of high-level wizards and even legendary spellcasters being overly addicted to the endless knowledge and extraordinary power brought by magic.

But you are just a junior mage! Do you need to start thinking about these issues so early?

Asdaren could only secretly complain about these words in his heart.