Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

"Have, there is no other suitable errand during this period. Can I help me?" Ash slammed his head and sat on the sofa, chatting and asking endlessly.

Harvey closed the crystal screen of the magic brain instrument and frowned and wondered: "As soon as you arrived at the territory, you followed Chris and Egno to go out for field investigation. You didn't even have time to attend the dinner I set up. How many days have you been back? I can't rest anymore."

Ash curled his lips and said helplessly: "Chris and Mr. Egno are both very interesting. Unfortunately, they are all busy with experimental projects to recast my father's body, and they have no time to pay attention to me..."

This is indeed a top priority, and it is a work task assigned by Harvey himself. After all, the soul mark is kept in the soul extractor for a long time and is easily disturbed by the energy fluctuations eroded into the real world by the magic net. Harvey doesn't want to do so later Something went wrong with the transfer experiment, which led to conflicts with these undefeated wizards who had been coaxing and deceiving them and finally staying behind.

"Or you ask Asdaren to take you around, except for the magic military factory, there is nothing you can't go here... It's really boring, the underground magic stone farm in Shannan, the outpost fortress in the lower reaches of the Iceland River. You can visit the garrison troops on the east coast, and I will arrange for someone to take you with you."

Ash sighed in a low voice and said, "After Michelle and the others came back from the Fortress, I knew that there was not a good place. The evil orcs sent back were smelly, regardless of life or death, which made me feel disgusted..."

He paused and said a little depressedly: "I don't know how to teach in class, and I can't teach those talented children. I don't have much talent in magic research. When I get to the laboratory, I can only watch and talk about combat ability. Yes... Until now, I haven't been able to engrave a useful magic ring in the magic pattern..."

"Have, you always say that everyone has their own things and talents, but what about me? When I was in the family, I was regarded as a waste that was not necessary to cultivate... I can't help you when I came to you. superior."

From the beginning of his understanding, Harvey knew that Ash had no talent or interest in becoming a spellcaster and studying magic. If most second-generation generations from the wizard family were of mediocre talents, then Ash could It is considered the second most important waste.

But he was different from other ordinary noble children who were badly behaved. He was not addicted to seeking pleasure or bullying others. Instead, he always looked polite and kind, and had no slightest regard for poetry, art, collection, and all magic. Interesting things in relationships are very interested. If it were not for the criticism of the identity of the necromancer, they would probably have become the favorite guests of the wealthy business ladies and noble women.

Thinking of this, Harvey suddenly had an inspiration in his mind, he slapped his head and stood up with a smile, "I thought of an important thing, maybe Ash, you can help me achieve it... No, it can be said that you should be the only one in the pioneering leadership. Only then can you do it and do it well enough.”

Ash was stunned for a moment, and had not yet escaped from his depressed mood. He muttered in confusion: "What's the matter? I need my help? Only I can do it?"

Harvey mysteriously walked to a row of bookcases against the wall, pulled out a manuscript covered with leather enclosures from the corner of the bookshelf, and handed it to Ash with a smile.

"I'll keep it a secret. After you read these manuscripts, we'll discuss how to carry out this project."

Ash subconsciously took a thick stack of manuscripts and said suspiciously: "Have, you are the noble lord of the fiefdom now. You won't still retain your love for me in the academy, right?"

Harvey rolled his eyes speechlessly, "Go and go! I'm not that bored now. Go back and read the manuscript well. Now I'm going to start meditating. Don't bother me here!"

...

Holding a heavy stack of manuscripts in his arms, Ash returned to the welcome hotel where the Lambert family temporarily lived, and ran into Michelle head-on at the door happily returning from outside.

"Ash! Have you gone to the castle again to reminisce about the past with His Excellency Harvey?" Michelle obviously looked in a good mood, and even his tone was filled with a hint of joy.

Ash curled his lips, "Have you have something to do and please help me. He doesn't have time to come to see me in person, so I ran..."

The members of the Lambert family and the Necrotic Secretarius all knew that Ash and Harvey had a precious friendship to study together. Although the status quo of the two seems to be very different, Harvey's preferential treatment of Ash is equivalent to It is to release goodwill to all the new arrivals of the necromancers, so no one has any dissatisfaction or complaints about Ash's behavior.

"You? What else can you do if you need your help?" Although Michelle did not mean to laugh and mock, his words still revealed serious doubts about Ash's ability.

This made Ash feel a little embarrassed.

"Hmph! Let's take a look!"

After returning to his own room, Ash took off his thick outer robe and couldn't wait to pull the machine in the room to light up the desk lamp made of magic stones. He leaned on the desk and began to read it. His manuscript was not until night fell and the hotel waiter knocked back and forth three times, and asked politely whether he needed to deliver dinner to his room, before he put down the manuscript and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"It's really... it's hard to describe." He took out his handkerchief and wiped his eyes, "I've never read such a story. A young lady from the southern border fell in love with a living in the northern border wasteland. The orc slave...is simply incredible."

He stood up from the desk, paced back and forth in the room, muttering to himself: "Can love really have such a terrible magic? The two of them clearly have such a big gap in their background and identity ranks. He actually went to the two directions without regard to secular public opinion and family obstacles, even though in the end... Alas! ”

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

Ash sighed to himself for a while, and couldn't help but sit at the desk again, read the last scene of the story again, and stretched out his fist and hammered the table with a little indignant look, "Harvey is also from the southern border. When he saw this story, wouldn’t he feel too dissatisfied with the content? Human aristocrats and alien slaves... Damn! This tragedy actually made me feel a little for their love. Unfortunately, why can’t lovers finally get married?”

Suddenly a strange thought flashed through his mind, and he jumped up from the chair, "Is it... this exciting and touching love story that really happened in Harvey's territory? No! I have to find someone to ask!”

Ash grabbed his thick robe, hurriedly pushed the door out, and headed straight for the city hall from the Welcome Hotel.