Throne Wizard

After a few days of deliberation, Liszt opened the shop door with a frown.

The dark and dark alley exudes a stench that persists for years. Above the mud-filled shop door, the word ghost was written in blood, which was even more bizarre.

"Even if I accept my fate, I still can't accept it. Vomit~"

Liszt pinched his nose and retched several times, then rushed into the store and tied a relatively good-smelling rag to his face.

Liszt, who reappeared at the door, took a deep breath slowly and walked out after he didn't feel so bad. Next to the door is an iron fence, which according to memory is one of the sewer entrances of Dodge City.

"It's no wonder that I have been depressed and died in a place like this," Liszt thought.

Lisztben is a programmer at Blue Star. Like many code farmers, after several years of torture, he first became bald, and then died suddenly while working overtime one night. At the age of early thirties, there is really nothing to say about the experience. It was very bland to go through more than ten years of compulsory education, and to fall in love several times. Except for nothing, only ordinary people were left.

He thought that death was the end, but the gods and Buddhas in the sky gave him another chance to be a salted fish, and Liszt sighed.

The body it occupies is also called Liszt, but it is called Waldemar Liszt. Seventeen-year-old, senior orphan in a slum. After joining the ghost organization by chance, he was arranged to be a bottom-level corpse collector at the Dodge City stronghold.

A corpse collector, literally, is a person who buys and sells corpses. The Ghost Organization is a well-known necromancy organization in the mainland. The corpses that enter here are dissected and dissected according to different races and characteristics, and they sell various organs, bones, blood, etc.

Because of the existence of the Ghost Organization, many races in this continent were forced to be cremated to avoid being desecrated after death.

After a few days of memory fusion, Liszt also slowly accepted the status quo. His ability to adapt is not bad. Now if you give him a fulcrum, he can shake the whole world, ah no, it can spread branches and leaves.

Not far in front of the store is a tavern, which is one of the gathering places of Dodge City in the underground world. After a while, Liszt saw more than a dozen people coming in and out. Even if these people saw him standing outside watching, they thought they didn't see him.

The **** who hang out in the underground world are no strangers to ghosts. Whether it is vendetta, interception, or assassination, it is good to get a few capable people and exchange some wine money at ghosts. If you have a little special physique, you may be able to make a small fortune. In addition, the ghost organization takes special care of the corpse collectors. Anyone who provokes the corpse collectors will be retaliated by the ghost organization to varying degrees, ranging from a curse to an assassination. The most exaggerated thing is that after a prince of a small country cut off the head of a corpse collector in public, the Ghost Organization directly dispatched an army of undead to destroy the entire country.

After that, only a few large forces of the same level remained in this continent who dared to provoke the Ghost Organization. For ordinary adventurers, the corpse collectors of ghosts are at most dirty.

"Three Musketeers" is the name of the bar, which has been around since Dodge City was established. Liszt opened the door and walked into the bar with the sound of 'ding bell'. Compared with this alley, the bar was in full swing.

"Aha, look who's here? Guys."

In the bar, a bearded dwarf put down the glass he was wiping down, held a cigar, and beckoned to Liszt.

"Let's have a latte... er, I mean a beer." Liszt walked through a table of troll hunters who were drinking beer and walked to the bar, "Uncle Knowles, good afternoon."

"I haven't seen you for a few days, and I thought some scumbag with no eyes cut you." Dwarf Knowles poured a large glass of beer and said loudly.

"I was sick two days ago." Liszt took a gulp of beer. "There won't be a few people with pustules in their brains who would dare to provoke ghosts, even if it's just a small corpse collector."

"Haha, it looks like you are thinking about it now. Life is like forging. If one hammer fails, add another hammer. Sooner or later, you will forge a decent weapon."

"It could also be a failed scrap iron." Liszt raised his glass, "But thank you, cheers!"

After putting down the glass, "Is there anything interesting recently?"

"There is really a big thing, related to your ghosts." Knowles also wiped the rum from his mouth, "The ghost's elders blocked two bishops on the southern continent, and now the Holy Church's group is sanctimonious The guy is rushing to the rescue. This is a group of big guys, and the worst is a legend."

"Wow~ It's really exciting." Liszt was full of interest in these legendary events like listening to a book from heaven.

"Best?" Knowles let out a smoke ring. "You're talking weird, Liszt. But it's really unbelievable. Ghost did a good job this time. Come, respect the bones of the ghost!"

"Cheers! To the ghosts, you did a good job."

Whether it was a troll, a dwarf, a human or a race in the bar, they were all excited when they heard that the people of the Holy Church were blocked.

After a few more chats with Uncle Knowles, Liszt wandered around the bar.

Several oak tables, all surrounded by various species. Compared with Blue Star, which has only one intelligent race, humans, this continent is obviously more colorful.

The two mountain giants squatted in the corner of the bar, drinking and wrestling their arms, but the speech sounded very strenuous, thick and slow. A group of tiny goblins huddled around a small table and babbled and told stories of all kinds of punches and kicks in Dodge City. There is also a female dark elf drinking wine silently, looking towards the door from time to time, looking preoccupied.

Liszt watched all this with great interest. This world is really interesting.

Dodge City is the edge of the Eastern Continent - the Giant Spirit Continent, and to the west is the Kells Mountains known as the 100,000 Mountains, a paradise for adventurers. It took three days to go north from Dodge City to the northernmost part of the continent, Hurricane Strait, so Dodge City also has many **** from the sea. The closest city-state to Dodge City is the Iron Hammer Fortress in the southeast. It takes a year to walk through the dark forest in the middle. Of course, no one would be foolish enough to use it. The technology in this world is fairly developed, and there are huge airships that can travel to and from various cities on the mainland.

After watching for a while, Liszt said goodbye to Uncle Knowles, and then returned to the store.

In addition to fusing memories these days, Liszt also cleaned the inside and outside of this small store. There was only one table outside, and inside, it was a large morgue with tools for dissection hanging beside it. After passing through the morgue, we reached the lounge. Apart from a bookshelf, there is only a wooden bed and a table beside it.

In addition, there is a storage room under the lounge, which is specially used to transfer items and exchange them with ghosts.

Liszt took out a roll of parchment from the bookshelf, which were left by the previous corpse collectors. Of course, they are all worthless. All valuable things have been taken away by the ghosts. All that is left here are the notebooks and books related to the corpse collectors.

There are diaries left by the predecessors, as well as the skill books of the ghost organization, that is, the dissection methods of the most valuable parts of corpses of various ethnic groups.

What Liszt is reading now is the so-called skill book. The most valuable recycling race in Dodge City is the mountain goblins living in the Kells Mountains, also known as the grayskin goblins. These guys belong to the branch of goblins, but they are more savage and more Brutal, almost no way to communicate. Therefore, in addition to dealing with various monsters, adventurers who enter the Kells Mountains must also beware of the siege of mountain goblins.

Mountain goblins are small, and their lime-grey skin is a good anti-magic item. At the same time, because they live in dark places all year round, their hearing and smell are very sensitive, and these two organs also have quite good conductivity.

Of course, there are other races. Liszt doesn't need to care about the origin of ghosts that can be obtained. As long as they are not high-level races like giant dragons, he can recover them. Of course, no one with a dragon corpse would be stupid enough to sell it to a ghost.

Just when he saw the resentment's way to recover tears, Liszt realized that there was a guest when the 'ding bell' sounded.

Walking outside, Liszt saw a figure wearing a black hood. Under the dim light, he wore a black iron mask on his face. My heart skipped a beat, according to my predecessor's memory, any guy dressed like this would bring a corpse that would not be visible. If you don't want to cause trouble, it's best to recycle it on the same day.

"Ghosts are really a bunch of brainless idiots, they dare to arrange a weak human race in Dodge City." A hoarse voice came from under the hood.

Liszt shrugged, spread out his hands, and tried his best to look natural, "This guest, in a place like Dodge City, even if a legend is arranged, it can't guarantee safety, don't you think?"

"Oh, interesting boy."

"Please come with me." Liszt put his right hand on his chest, opened his left hand, stepped aside, and let the hood go inside.

After the hooded man dodged and entered the morgue, he didn't hesitate. With a wave of his hand, dozens of corpses appeared on the ground. Liszt's mind went blank for a moment. Although he was mentally prepared, his face became bloodless when he saw so many corpses piled up in front of him.

Almost subconsciously, he took mechanical steps, walked stiffly in front of the pile of corpses, either hideous or serene, and looked at them a little, "It's all human."

"Well, there is also a night elf guy." The hooded man said coldly.

"Wait." Liszt bowed slightly, walked to the lounge, and hurriedly covered his mouth, for fear of vomiting. With a pale face, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and found a silver mirror-like object on the table. This is a gauge that can test the body. After thinking about it, I took the golden mirror next to it, which is a measuring instrument for the soul.

"The guests have been waiting for a long time." Liszt withdrew a stiff smile. "The human corpse has no special parts, so generally it only depends on the strength of the body."

The hooded man shook his head slightly, indicating that it was time to start. The process of ghosts is obviously very familiar.

"Elementary."

"Elementary."

"Intermediate."

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"Senior warrior." Liszt wiped the sweat off his face until the final night elf test was over.

"There are 43 guests in total, including 35 juniors, 6 intermediates, and two seniors."

After speaking, Liszt took out the golden mirror and began to detect the energy of the soul. Looking at the blank space above, he continued, "The soul has dissipated."

After Liszt put the mirror in place, he took out a bag of gold lang from his arms, "A 20 silver puck for the junior level, 2 gold lang for the intermediate level, 100 gold lang for the advanced level, and a 1,000 gold lang for the night elves. UU reading www.uukanshu.com so the total is 1219 gold francs."

After counting them out, Liszt handed the small bag to the hooded man, "Excuse me, guest, do you have anything else to sell?"

The hooded man put a money bag on it, "Boy, I hope to see you next time."

"Yes." Liszt watched the hooded man leave.

After closing the store door, Liszt sat on the ground gasping for breath, accompanied by a few retches, and his expression became worse and worse.

"Cut~ rubbish." The hooded man who had not walked far from the door spat in disdain, then shook his head and left.

Liszt sat on the ground for a long time, until his mood calmed down, and then he recalled that the last corpse collector was not immediately recovered, which led to someone coming to the door and killing him. Gritting his teeth, "Mom, I miss you so much."

He got up and rushed to the morgue, first put dozens of human corpses into the storage ring, and then dragged the night elves onto the empty bed.

This is a male night elf with closed eyes and a serene expression. With dark blue skin and a close-fitting brocade clothes, it can be seen that he is not an ordinary person. Liszt recalled the description of the night elves in the skill manual. The night elves who live in the dark forest all year round have a pair of blood-colored eyes, which are favorite collections of many nobles in this world. The skin has a very good magic guide and is one of the materials for making magic props. The blood is silver, and it can quickly restore magic power after drinking it, which is a better recovery product than the primary magic potion.

Liszt took out a curved knife, carefully incised his eyelids, took out a pair of blood-colored eyeballs, and put them in the coolant for preservation. But before entering the next step, Liszt heard a mechanical sound.

"The recovery of the C-level bloodline gene-Night Elf is successful, and the reward is 30 attribute points."