On how to get big data out of the field correctly

The heroic spirit of Paladin, I am willing to exchange the rest of my life for His happiness and happiness, and experience the joys and sorrows of the world to the fullest. "

"If... He has unfortunately stepped into the arms of the dead world, I will fast and practice, and devote the rest of my life to reducing the injustice of this world to his fellows, and seek to become his family after death..."

At the end, Asono bent his upper body and fell on the ground, his heart ached and he couldn't cry.

After he finished crying, the old elder's voice sounded.

"Asono...my child...you have passed the Holy Sword's will check."

"Whatever you want to do, just do it."

"This is the decree of the heroic spirit."

The news of Holy Sword's approval was finally suppressed.After all, he is still too young, and spreading such news at this time will only attract unnecessary covetousness.However, the dark forces of the church gradually began to open up to him.

A few years later, after some operations, he and the Mage Association took the lead. Not long after, a carefully worded exploratory report on the possibility of a neutral camp among the dead was tentatively published on in academic journals.

The Holy Church, which has always been radical, was surprisingly unanimously silent on this, so that the rest of the wait-and-see voices also missed the opportunity to hype public opinion.

Within a few months, the Mage Association received a romantic and textual manuscript with the theme of undead.Although it was not officially published, the underground newsstands suddenly secretly sold this illegal publication named "Whispers of the Dead" in a literary style overnight, and it was actually very popular with the second-year teenagers.

The association counted the money behind its back until its hands cramped, and even Asono received a small part of the royalties that were not taxed.He has no desire to spend, so he saves it later.

I heard that the original author received more, so much that he could buy a mansion in Shangcheng District, the capital of the imperial capital.

In view of the large number of fanboys and sisters, the Association of Masters has adopted strict confidentiality measures for the author's identity.But they arranged a small-scale meetup, with only a few high-level attendees.Among them was the headmaster of Crunow, who was said to have a keen eye for education, saw the potential of the other party from a letter from a stranger, and worked hard to complete the manuscript.

Asono was also invited to participate.But the dinner was arranged on New Year's Eve, and he finally made an excuse not to go.

He was wandering aimlessly in the imperial capital, looking for a place to buy a piece of candy.

After walking, he arrived at the land of his original home. The demolition here has long been completed, and a mansion has been rebuilt on the flat land.

Big snowflakes fell down.

May you, like this snowflake, have no trace when you come, and no worries when you go.He prayed like this.

Something flew down from the sky, and the red-eyed messenger landed on his shoulder.

Why is the figure standing at the door so familiar?

"You didn't come to eat. I've been waiting for you for a long time. I brought you candy."

Ahsono thought that this was their tenth year of separation.

Palatine above.

☆、Chapter 11 A murder caused by a book

Valentin's series of courses has been well received.

This is also easy to understand, after all, he is knowledgeable, humorous, approachable, and a best-selling author.In addition, the exotic looks and fashionable clothes are also a plus point - take the principal of Kronor, His Excellency the Archmage Berman, as an example, most of the casters are quite slovenly in real life.Considering the extravagant atmosphere of the citizens of the imperial capital, the proportion of this part may not be low.

Oh this face-seeking world.

Even after class, there are often a large group of students clustered around him. The apprentices asked him for advice on the difficult points in casting spells, and the soldiers asked him to tell stories about their adventures during travel.Valentin never refuses anyone who comes, and answers all questions.

Others asked him if he had any advice on fashion or how to take care of his skin.

"It's not difficult, as long as someone helps you match your daily clothes in advance." Valentine replied naturally, "The best way to fit the clothes is of course private customization."

"Are you talking about my personal tailor? Well, it's inconvenient to disclose. He is only a part-time job, although the salary of his job is not high, and it is hard and tiring."

"Hey, isn't it unwise? So, you must choose your career path carefully!"

The topic then turned to the price changes in the imperial capital in recent years, and the salary increases of various occupations.

Afterwards, someone asked him how he balanced his career and interests, and how he achieved success in magic while writing such poignant and romantic stories.

"This is a long, long story. All in all, my drafter and I met through academic exchanges at the beginning, and we have maintained close cooperation since then."

"In addition, no matter how famous the other party is, you must also fight for your own legal rights with reasons—sometimes the help of professionals is crucial."

The last question is this, what is the ultimate emotional destination of the protagonists in the novel for all the beauties?

"Ahaha, this one, it depends on the request of the drafting party, it depends on the situation, hahaha..."

On the second day, His Excellency the team leader announced that in view of the good completion of the previous stage of the task, they will start ahead of schedule for the field practice task of the group that was originally scheduled to start next week.Each team acts collectively and completes the group tasks independently.And because the task cycle has become longer, the final report has increased by [-] words, "so that you can explain clearly."

A scene of howling ghosts and howling wolves.

The writing of "Whispers of the Dead" began when an undead wandering in the wilderness encountered a ghost.

This poor ghost is about to step into the world of the dead.But some unknown obsession seized it and taught it not to detach itself.

"How is it, how is it?" It repeated, "What is the transformation of energy between the living and the dead?"

The undead solved its doubts with one sentence.

The ghost regained a bit of sanity after receiving the answer, and it commissioned the undead to pass the message on to its mentor.

"Great existence, do you need a soul that is about to dissipate as a spell-casting material?"

"You have already paid the reward, this is a very good story." The undead man said, "I accept this commission."

The No. 12 principal of Cruno School of Magic and Martial Arts, honorary member of the Masters Association, winner of the Imperial Cross Medal, veteran of the Writers Association, His Excellency Archmage Berman received a strange letter in the early morning.

He shouldn't have been surprised.Such a big man received hundreds of letters every day, and there was someone in the capital communication tower to deal with his letters, and the servants would regularly submit the summary of the previous day during morning tea.

If this unremarkable letter hadn't unknowingly bypassed the heavy monitoring he had set up at home and appeared directly next to his pillow.

The spellcaster Berman analyzed the letter in 21 ways.The reason why No.20 is not used is because No.20 is a detection method: a simple fireball technique, which makes the letter burn.

It wasn't until the burning was over that he reluctantly admitted that this was a letter.

Curiosity made him scratch his head, unable to stop.He rearranged the monitoring, and after three days and three nights, he couldn't help but fell asleep.He opened his eyes and saw another letter.

There are only two sentences in it. One sentence explains the academic problems that have puzzled him for many years, and the other sentence explains that this is entrusted by the deceased to pass on the information.

While not naming names, Berman immediately realized that the message must have come from a student in one of his classes.

"Hey, poor little Lada, I really shouldn't have given you such a doctoral graduation project, so that you chose to leave on your own to experience and seek the truth under the pressure of hopeless graduation. The mystery is above all, I will do it for you Get the honor you deserve."

He wrote like a dragon and snake, and listed the outline of a paper.

Then he hesitated, encapsulated it, and attached a coverletter:

"Dear Your Excellency,

Thank you for fulfilling my student's last wish.An outline of the thesis is attached, please correct me.

I don't know your surname, where you were taught, and what unit you work for. I should treat you as a co-firstauthor.

and so on. "

The pillow letter disappeared the next day.

A few days later, Berman received a reply.

The letter stated that he had not received any orthodox magic training, but was taught some basic knowledge thanks to the perseverance of several teachers.The teachers usually concentrate on academics and ignore world affairs, so it is not convenient to disclose their addresses.He himself does not need to sign the name, but he does not know whether he can ask for a certain remuneration.

And, please don't hurt the messenger.

Enclosed is a full paper.

This time the letter was no longer silent.Perhaps because the thesis was too heavy, the red-eyed courier flapped its wings and swayed to deliver the letter.

After observing carefully, Berman judged that this was a rare bionic construct life form. He exclaimed, "Wonderful, wonderful! Wonderful, wonderful!" It took a long time before he restrained his interest in dissecting and observing it.

He repeatedly analyzed the grammar of the paper and found that many of the expressions were expressions that were popular nearly a hundred years ago.Combined with the structure of the messenger, after rigorous reasoning, he determined that this person must be the successor of an ancient school, who was brought into the mage tower to train him carefully, so that he can be so knowledgeable and virtuous.

"Today's academies, hmph, there's no way to compare. They all only focus on the impact factor."

It's just about remuneration, he expresses helplessly, but at present publishing academic articles requires payment of page fees.But if he doesn't dislike it, he is willing to publish relevant background and story-like contributions on his behalf.

All are happy.

It was not until many days after the reunion that Valentine told Asono about this interesting experience.

"Mr. Berman has been a great help to me. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be able to buy this house. But I really don't know how to write the sequel he asked me to write." He asked melancholy. A little 'innocuous colour'?"

The paladin narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"Please allow me to share your worries."

Valentin noticed that Asono did not bring a weapon when he went out, and the latter was rarely groomed and went out.Oh, and he left with a pair of white gloves on.

That evening, Asono brought back a passbook from the Imperial Bank.

"This is the manuscript fee owed by Your Excellency Berman before, please keep it safe." He said this, rubbing Valentine's silver hair, "After friendly exchanges, Mr. Berman believes that "Whispers of the Dead" itself has become a classic , there is really no need to go on and on. There will also be rewards for your future academic works."

"Write whatever you like."

☆、Miss Clerk of Chapter 12 is also diligently touching the fish today

Another day, Tess saw Valentine sitting next to "Little Mistake", chatting with her.Talking about chatting sounds one-sided.

"You mean Achnatherum splendens. It's true that I have a big personal preference. Some people like it, and some people don't like it, alas." "Yeah, a balanced diet is very important."

He invited Tess to join the conversation, and Tess, after hesitating, asked cheekily if he could also guide her in her spell studies.

"Of course it's okay. After all, I'm responsible for you for the enlightenment I did for you."

"However, the guidance I can provide may be limited, after all, my talents and characteristics are different from yours."

"You have a very good talent for narrow-spectrum life-body perception." He suggested to Tess, "You can chat with your partner more."

It took Tess a long time to realize that it was a "little mistake".

"After I go back, I can recommend you to Mr. Berman for advanced degree seminars. Before that, you can come to me directly if you have any questions."

After several back and forth exchanges, Tess asked: "According to what you said, 'Little Mistake' is my corresponding companion. Our destiny is connected, and we share weal and woe."

"But I obviously bought her with three silver coins and fifty copper coins!"

"If I didn't go to the market on a whim that day, or if I didn't make up my mind to buy her, wouldn't my talent not exist?"

The question wasn't answered right away, as usual.After a while, the spell caster sighed: "You are indeed very talented."

"The trajectory of fate is not defined by time sequence, and may not be possible."

"Some gatherings are doomed to separation, and some separations are doomed to reunion. Choices can be made sequentially, but they are not necessarily connected by cause and effect."

"It seems that you chose her, but why can't it be that she chose you?"

"All in all, this is a predestined meeting." He concluded like a stick.

Tess was not very popular with the group of female students like Clonow.After all, she is not much older than them, but she has been working as a clerk for more than half a year beside the most popular golden bachelor in the imperial capital, and she is also very good at dressing up.

Fortunately, the noble ladies have a good family style, so they don't bother to care about this little pawn like her.They just ignored her condescendingly, and the worst thing they did was grunt very slightly as they passed by.As an ordinary citizen who climbed up all the way, Tess can completely enjoy herself in being excluded from this level.

In fact, Tess herself didn't know why she was favored by Lord Paladin.She felt that she was mediocre in appearance, her resume qualifications were very ordinary, and her background was quite interesting.Before the interview, some big shots even suggested to her, "If you seize the opportunity, I can arrange a decent background for your younger brother." "Be good!"

Oh, of course, this does not only refer to successful applicants.

In hindsight, she couldn't believe the paladin didn't know anything about it.But among many interviewees, he finally chose her.

It was a stressful interview. The paladin stood at the door of the room with a huge sword in his hand, his aura was fully open, his eyes baptized by blood and gunpowder smoke majesticly scanned the crowd waiting for the interview, so everyone trembled like chickens in the cold wind .

"Everyone got a booklet before entering the door. You probably haven't read it before. Now, whoever can memorize it will be qualified to be my clerk."

The young masters and ladies looked at each other, but Tess raised her hands tremblingly.

Under the mocking or threatening eyes of everyone, she calmed down. At first, she recited the whole text intermittently, but later she recited it very fluently.

She noticed that the paladin's expression softened, and he said, "It's you, follow me." He didn't care about the changes in the expressions of the other people present.

Tess still remembered that it was a collection of poems praising ancient gods and legends, with ancient grammar and concise words and sentences.

"The springs of Taluti reflect the reflection of the moonlight, the eternal wilderness is your footprint, the lost soul calls for mercy... You are neither living nor dead, immortal guardian, Valentine is your name."

Tess inexplicably felt that some noble girls had a strange attitude towards her in the past few days.They were always whispering behind her back, as if they were plotting something.

One day, after leaving Mr. Valentine, the girl who used to hum her sometimes came up to her.Tess noticed that there was no one else around, and she secretly became extremely careful.

But the other party just took out a pack of chocolate biscuits, and arrogantly said that this is a special product for his family, and ordinary people can't eat it at all.

It took Tess a moment to realize that she might have meant to invite her to snacks, and she accepted the crude invitation with a mixture of anger and amusement.

"Say it, what do you want to ask?"

Hmph girl hesitated for a while before asking, do you know the situation of Mr. Valentine?

"What's wrong?"

"That's right, that's right... Where does he live at night..."

"Tch, of course it's the leader's tent!"

......

…………?

………………! ! !

The two ladies looked at each other for a while, confirming the sparkle of excitement in each other's eyes, knowing that they had found the organization.

Amen, this is a cult.

☆、Chapter13 on domestic violence and ethics

"Asono is so bad." One day Valentine complained in a routine daily gossip with Tess.

"What, what's the matter?" Miss Clerk's eyes flashed strangely, and the antenna called gossip immediately stood up.

"He doesn't let me eat delicious food, he always lectures me, telling me not to do this or that, how angry."

"Yes, is it?! That's too much!!" Tess was completely shocked by the shocking news.

Things have to start from the beginning.

After the reunion, there is another serious problem before Ahsono and Valentine, that is how to prolong the latter's stay in the state of the living.After all, in the form of a skeleton, in the imperial capital where people come and go, it is easy to be exposed, and at least it will significantly affect the quality of life.After several twists and turns, I finally found a possible method:

After Asono advanced to become a paladin, he spontaneously learned a gifted magic called "Sacrifice Halo".It is rumored that this is a magic spell specially developed by the Holy Church to unite allies in religious wars.

If the paladin casts this spell skin-to-skin, Valentine can replenish a certain amount of life energy.

But Valentine somewhat resisted this magical technique: "I can feel that there is your vitality in it."

"Didn't you say that? We can save some money." Asono said with a smile, "Take this as a gift in return."

"You have to give me more candies!"

Unexpectedly, this method actually has some long-term side effects.Later, in the middle of the night, Valentine suddenly cried while hugging Asono and did not let go.It was hard to make a sound, and there was only one word:

"pain……"

The paladin was so frightened that his soul was broken.

He brutally used the communication spar to grab Mr. Berman in his sleep, and ordered him to come to the scene to discuss what went wrong.

However it was of no use.

He went to the old priest incoherently to find a solution, and the latter proposed several pain-relieving magic spells remotely, but they were all ruled out at the first time-if you really want to use the exorcism magic spell on the undead, it may not be pain-relieving , but murder.

Finally, the old priest suggested, why not try a normal human doctor?

Although Asono and Berman disagree that human doctors can help - the former has a vague memory, Valentine seems to have said that its body is neither a substance nor an energy, and neither has the power of a living person. However, Berman simply believed that the necromancer's own medical skills should be superb-they still tried this idea as a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

The old doctor I was looking for was an old friend of Asono, or a senior who occasionally visited when the former royal was outside.The old man looked at the three disheveled people, one was old and wretched, one was young and delicate, and the other was strong but messed up, and angrily shouted: "It's just nonsense!!!"

However, after the first-hand diagnosis and treatment, the old doctor's face was blue and white, and after a long change, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Young people, pay attention to your diet in the future, and be lighter."

? ? ? ? ?

"At such an age, I still have tooth decay. What do I eat every day?"

! ! ! ! !

A box of painkillers was prescribed, and the diagnosis and treatment ended.

After returning, the paladin dismissed old Berman with a few words, and began to interrogate Valentine what he had eaten these days.The latter tried to continue pretending to have a toothache at the beginning, but at this time he couldn't hide the truth from the tried and tested Master Asoro, and hesitantly reported the names of a bunch of junk food, basically all sweet and sour.

"These, for a day?"

Nod.

"Oh well."

Since then, Asono has finally grasped Valentine's biggest weakness, and on this condition, he forced the latter to sign many agreements that forfeit power and humiliate the country, such as not being allowed to read messy novels, and not allowed to wear indecent clothes Lah, why are you not allowed to learn from old Berman and those fellow mages who speak yellow accents... This is a later story.

They did research on why Valentine got tooth decay for a long time, and the final conclusion was a bit horrifying:

The life force from Asono somehow affected the activity of Valentine's body, allowing it to grow again, even though all the organs in this body were inactive-whether heartbeat, breathing, gastrointestinal motility or blood circulation- ——It seems to imitate Asono's previous life activities and grow sequentially, and gradually become able to perceive.

like a miracle.

It was impossible for Valentine to talk to Tess in such detail. He just briefly talked about the situation, emphasizing those snacks that could not be touched under the strong supervision of Arsono.

In the end, he swallowed and asked Tess if he could take the opportunity to help him carry some private goods so that he could have a meal in the next two days.

Tess agreed, patted her chest.

"This is domestic violence. Even if I return to the imperial capital, I will firmly stand by your side! Even if he is my boss! Right, 'little mistake'?"

"Call-"

Valentin was extremely satisfied with what he heard, and let out another piece of news under his complacency.

It turned out that just a few days ago, he had made a plan for today's seduction plan. He approached Asono and asked him to promise not to monitor his daily conversation with Tess.

Valentin recalled that Asono's attitude became extremely strange when he heard about it. He not only replied bluntly, "Of course you have this ability, why do you need my permission?"

"Because of this trivial matter, I don't go home all day and night, and I don't talk to me when I meet on the road. Tell me, isn't this cold violence?"

Tess suddenly felt a row of cold sweat on the back of her spine, and the super high perception belonging to the natural druid issued a red warning.However, it was too late.

The communication function of her sacred badge was automatically turned on: "Miss Gratino, please report to the Martial Arts Field as soon as possible." An extremely cold order.

It's over, she has a big deal.

☆、Chapter14 Jealousy

Tess rushed to the martial arts arena tremblingly and not daring to delay for a moment.

Her chief officer, who has been battle-hardened, has high martial arts skills, is a one-on-one enemy, the legendary sword-bearer, the living legend, the holy knight Saint Arsono, is wearing casual clothes, standing with his back to her with.

He turned around and gave her a knightly salute.

"Miss Gratino" the officer said softly, "Please advise."

Tess thought: It's over.

Her parents and lords usually neither use honorific words nor be polite to her, pointing and shouting around at every turn.

"Please take out your weapon and attack me with all your strength. I will use half my strength."

Seeing that Tess has not moved at this point, Asono emphasized, "This is an order!"

Tess gritted her teeth, took out the dagger and rushed over.

Asono turned sideways inconspicuously, and Tess bumped into a dog chewing mud.

"continue."

"..."

"continue."

"..."

The paladin did keep his promise, and he probably didn't exert half of his strength, but Tess insisted on not even touching the corner of his clothes, and fell to the ground in vain again and again.

This was repeated about a hundred times.

Tess was covered in mud and covered in tiny welts and bruises of all kinds.She gasped for breath, sweat and blood soaked into her clothes... She felt like she was going to die.

"Oh...are you going to give up like this?"

Tess suddenly felt angry, and she recalled what Valentine taught:

"You have to use your talents...call your companion, and she will answer you."

Are you there... Are you there... Please lend me your strength... No...

Please join me and fight hard!

Tess felt that something distant echoed herself.That felt a little bit like a "little mistake" and a little bit different.She faintly felt that time seemed to slow down, and the actions of the paladin flashed in her mind frame by frame—right now!

She jumped up extremely nimbly, towards a cheetah, towards the fleeting opening.

It took a while for Tess to regain her senses from the ground. She felt that her eyes were going black and she couldn't move.

She managed to raise her head to look, but saw a small gap on the paladin's left arm, and some red stuff slowly seeped out.

is blood.

"Long, long, sir!" Tess felt that she would die without a whole body.

Asono stood there silently, motionless.For some reason, Tess felt that he looked a little forlorn.

Like an inflated balloon suddenly got a needle.

She was suddenly not afraid of him.

The paladin came over and took a spar to cast a healing spell on her—this kind of spell was usually stored in the spar by a priest before the battle, so that it could be cast conveniently on the battlefield.

Then he crouched down, and in a kindly tone--Tess could recognize it, it was kindness from the heart--said:

"You have made great progress."

"As he said, you are indeed very talented."

He took out his sacred badge, and lightly touched her body, a white gleam flashed past.

"I should have apologized earlier for scaring you in the small town. But I have to explain something to you so that you don't have any embarrassment. The situation that night was actually done on purpose by me. From the beginning to the end, you Safe and sound."

"There is a one-way sound transmission magic in this badge. I followed you up when you set off that day. I don't intend to offend your privacy, it's just for safety reasons."

"Now I have turned off this feature."

"However, for the sake of safety, I hope you can allow me to activate another function and make a link with my badge. Through this, you can know where I am anytime, anywhere, and you can also call for help in secret."

Seeing Tess's absent-minded and ecstatic expression, Asono sighed and connected directly.

He looked at Tess's slightly flushed face and heaving chest due to exercise, and his expression gradually became silent and lonely.

"You are a good girl." He put a storage ring on her hand.

"There are some crystals in it, which store a few magical spells called 'Sacrifice Aura'. He... knows how to use it."

Tess had a vague feeling that she had messed up something.She spoke before Ahsono left,

"Then, that... go back... yes, is there any vacation?"

God, why is this sentence - she wished she could kill herself.

"...Oh, it's not possible to have a vacation, but you can have a salary increase." Ah Suo Noruo paused, and replied as he walked away, his voice became smaller and smaller.

For the rest of the day, Asoro spent the rest of the day in the Traveller's Tavern, drinking glass after glass of bad beer.

It is true that one of the precepts of the church is not to drink alcohol.But for soldiers who are often on duty in the north, basically everyone will carry a small bottle of spirits with them.

It stands to reason that no matter how much beer you drink in the traveler's tavern, it has nothing to do with alcoholism.

But he still felt that he was too drunk to get any more drunk.

His drinking posture was not at all like other people in the tavern, sitting extremely upright, as if this was not a dirty and messy country tavern, but a luxuriously decorated private estate.The speed of drinking is not slow at all.

The young wine waiter hesitated whether to place a batch of wine, but Old Black waved his hand to stop him, took out a clay pot from under the bar, and slapped the seal open.

"Friend, this is the last can, go back after drinking it."

Asono poured out a cup, took a sip, his eyes lit up.

Good wine, he thanked him sincerely.

It was already midnight when we got back to the camp.

Valentine was still awake, sitting on a chair and waiting for him.However, he quickly remembered that he was still in the Cold War period, and he turned his head to the other side with a little bit of complacency, deliberately not looking in the direction of the door.

The paladin took two steps forward, knelt down on one knee in front of the caster, and rested his head on the latter's knee.

He felt that his mind was overwhelmed, full of fragments of memories.

Thinking that the person in front of him never reached the height of his chest, but grew long enough to reach his chin.

Thinking of how he went from stumbling and not knowing how to speak to now being fluent enough to fool people.

Thinking that he has gone from a mix and match to a decent and well-rounded one now.

They used to be separated often, and it was normal for them to get together less and leave more, and they never separated.Even this time, the group of mages who entrusted him to old Berman went to the southern swamp to investigate the distribution of undead. After going there for more than half a year, they didn't feel unfamiliar when they came back.

Only this time, only this time.He himself raised the need to maintain privacy and distance.

Probably still depends on who you meet.

Asono spent a long time calming down like this, and finally gathered some courage.

He raised his head and said tremblingly:

"I... originally thought that I could keep you...for a little longer, and then teach you these things."

"Sometimes human beings form marriage relationships... some people get married for money, some for profit, some for fleeting romantic impulses, and some for the continuation of life and family... Sometimes, There is a little bit of everything, and even I am confused..."

"It's not necessarily happy every moment, there will be sad moments..."

"...but if you meet the right person, you'll see for yourself."

"After all, I was too selfish and wanted to occupy your time alone for a longer time, forgetting that I was not the most special one." The knight stared greedily at the silver-haired caster, his lake-green eyes sparkling with water.

It took him a while to rest his head on it again as if he had received enough comfort.

"Please, just tonight, let me stay for the last time."

He muttered to himself and fell asleep peacefully.Valentine was vague, feeling a little wet on his legs.

Valentine roughly understood that his little trick had worked, and the Cold War was over.

But he wasn't as happy as he expected.

The next day Tess brought some snacks, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, all kinds of snacks.

"I'm really sorry...I suddenly don't really want to eat." Valentine said.

☆、Chapter15 Network closing and accident

Just as the teaching activities are about to end before the expected period, one of the six teams discovers a somewhat supernatural event during the investigation.

They visited a family in a village near the Taluti Mountains. A family member passed away five years ago. They planned to do an interview, but found that this family was extremely stubborn and paranoid.The members of the team repeatedly offered to pay large sums of money and to examine the corpses, but the family members rejected them one by one without mercy.

That's unbelievable at the local price level.

They are about to face a situation where they will get nothing from this trip, but the brats of Kruno probably have never been afraid of causing trouble, so they just planned a night raid on the tomb. Dig a tunnel at night, leading directly to the coffin.In the end, they ran into someone moving the coffin overnight. The team was quick to learn, followed the clues, and found more than one suspicious corpse.

Most of these corpses were young and strong men, well preserved, with horrified expressions, but the examination revealed that the corpses had no external injuries, and there were no other clues to the cause of death.

Fortunately, one of the team is Little Freckles, a die-hard fan of Valentine's "Whispers of the Dead". He remembered a similar plot in the novel when everyone got nothing, and it really made him check out a little experience.

The dead are always missing a rib.

"There is a folk legend that if you can obtain a part of the bones of an unjustly dead body, you can drive it to fulfill its wish. There is a basis for this." In front of the paladin, the necromancer explained, "There is indeed a kind of necromancy in necromancy. situation, with the help of part of the dead body, establish a contract that transcends the boundary between life and death, and force the undead to fulfill the agreed content."

"The bones in the sternum are the most commonly used." Valentine tapped his chest, "Simply put, this is the source of strength."

"This is achieved