"Hard labor, odd jobs, construction projects, dangerous mining operations — there's nothing they can't do! What's more useful and trustworthy than undead laborers who never get tired? They work year-round, but they don't need any supplies. 10 gold coins for one, and it only costs 2 gold coins to replenish their death energy every year. Buying once will benefit you for the rest of your life. "
"Don't listen to that guy's bragging. Undead tend to stink. It's fine in winter, but won't they stink to death in spring or summer? Mister, come take a look at my mummy maid. She's filled with expensive spices, and not only will she never rot, she'll even smile when you hug her to sleep at night. You should know that only people of high status can become mummies. My little cutie here was a noble princess when she was still alive. "
"Don't listen to his bragging. Someone like him dares to dig up a royal tomb? If he's going to find a princess for you, it'll probably be a village girl with big legs. "
"… A gnome princess is still a princess, right? She's the princess of a large tribe with more than 300 members!"
Even though the two undead mages' verbal battle soon escalated into a physical battle, the customer still didn't care about their business. Instead, he chose to work with skeleton laborers not far away. The reason was that skeleton laborers were cheap and clean. After the power of death dissipated, they could even be used as clothes hangers to feed dogs.
"Undead army horses for sale! Never tired, forever loyal! "
"Before you ride a skeleton horse that falls apart easily, think about your own weight. I have a gigantic bone beast that can be pulled by humans. You're welcome to purchase!"
This was Diffindor's seventh market, which was also the newly established undead labor market. Here, undead mages finally found a way to make a living apart from killing.
When news of the Sinless City spread throughout the entire continent, the happiest group was probably the undead mages who practiced undead magic.
In this cruel world, the weak would never have a good life. Chasing after power had become a natural instinct for most people. Even if that power was unspeakable, it would allow them to live a better life. At the very least, they wouldn't die mysteriously in battle. No matter how one looked at it, it was worth the risk.
As long as one progressed step by step, not every single existence that practiced fallen magic would become insane. However, the Holy Church wouldn't even consider whether or not the undead, whose "existence is a sin", had actually done anything wrong. The Holy Church stubbornly focused on purifying every single undead they encountered. Mages who were capable of creating undead were the number one heretics and villains.
Some people were simply suited to practicing necromancy magic, while others had coincidentally obtained the inheritance of necromancy magic. However, after unintentionally exposing themselves, they were treated as villains and heretics and were wanted. This kind of encounter made all necromancers try their best to hide their existence. If they were accidentally exposed, they would not hesitate to kill them to silence them. This also caused the nightmares of necromancers to worsen from another aspect.
In the eyes of the world, Necromancers can't possibly be the cheerful young man next door with a face full of pimples. Necromancers must have a gloomy expression and a fierce glint in their eyes as they carry out their plans to destroy the world in the evil and crazy Xiluo Empire. But in reality, this is a misunderstanding.
Xiluo is the country of the undead. The upper-class nobles and domain lords are all undead. No matter how strange necromancers appear in the eyes of the world, they are still living people. And from a certain standpoint, living people are equivalent to slaves in Xiluo. As a living person, the status of a necromancer is extremely awkward.
Unless they are willing to give up their physical body and become a Lich, or if they are talented enough to be favored by a Lich, they will most likely not have a good life. At the very least, they won't be able to enjoy the treatment they deserve in terms of food, housing, and other living conditions. And if a bloodthirsty Blood Tribe takes a liking to the taste of blood, or a warlike Death Knight becomes a sword target, or a Lich Teacher becomes a new experimental subject … In reality, as long as they don't reveal their magic, most necromancers are indeed able to successfully blend in with the crowd. Not only that, they can even secretly use their own strength to obtain a better living condition for themselves.
All along, necromancers and demon warlocks have been the most popular mercenaries among the nobles. After all, they are the typical type of mercenaries who die when exposed to the light. Not only are they fast and ruthless in their actions, even if their secrets were to be accidentally leaked, most of them won't be able to get out.
As such, the reputation of necromancers naturally gets worse and worse. And if necromancers want to improve, they have to deal with corpses. If they can't kill the corpses themselves, they can only rob graves. This has created countless urban legends and ghost stories.
That's why the graveyards of every city are under the supervision of the Holy Church's Night Watchmen. It is normal for necromancers to accidentally leave some traces when robbing corpses.
Even if a necromancer is lucky enough to reach Silver-rank or Gold-rank and is able to rely on his own strength to become a mercenary and earn a lot of money, but as long as he is not careful, he will still be exposed. Perhaps, a beggar by the roadside will turn around and report you for the reward of 10 silver coins.
But once you are exposed, no matter how well you try to cover it up, the Holy Church's encirclement will immediately return. Even if you are lucky enough to escape, under the omnipresent bounty, fleeing for your life becomes the only option. And the lucky ones who are able to escape to a remote village or the Xiluo Empire are definitely less than one in ten.
And when Wumianzhe's announcement resounds throughout the entire world, the necromancers hidden in the crowd are all stunned. But after that, they are unable to contain their joy.
"Undead don't represent evil? Perhaps I can live on openly and honorably. Perhaps I can even be worshipped and respected because of this! "
That's why, half a month after that announcement, necromancers in disguise would enter the city every day and then mysteriously vanish. There were even more who sneaked into the city and crossed the city walls.
During those days, there would always be people flying over the city walls in the middle of the night. They were either Blood Tribe or Gargoyles. Most of the time, there would be people hanging below them. Not only was it hard to guard against them, it also made the archers on the city walls very hesitant.
Are they really going to shoot them down? But it's obvious that something isn't right. Soon, the guards roughly understand what's going on. But what's the meaning of going over the city walls instead of the city gates?
And in the end, those who land on the ground will always be blocked by the Knights.
"Are you a necromancer?"
"No, I'm just an extreme sports enthusiast. That day, I happened to see a Gargoyle passing by. I wanted to try the feeling of floating in the air, so I grabbed onto its leg."
Even an idiot wouldn't believe such a lame lie, but there are people who never get tired of saying it.
The Knight squad in charge of Diffindor's city defense finally got tired of these loach-like necromancers and decided to stick a sign outside all the city gates.
"City West Gate # 7 is a path exclusively used by necromancers. You can enter directly and go through all the necessary identification and procedures. It only takes half an hour, and you can even get a job recommendation three times. Necromancers who enter through other routes will be fined 300 gold coins and their work visa will be revoked for two months if they are discovered. Note: Gargoyles and other middle-sized and above necromancers, please stop outside the city or pay a fee to store them in the storage area of Gate # 7. Of course, you have the freedom to not follow the above rules. However, Diffindor's skies are guarded by the Bone Dragon Knight Lord Timier. You can try to play a game of cat and mouse with him. But if he and his mount go overboard, your remains might become a hot item to be auctioned off by your comrades tomorrow. Right now, a Skeleton Mage or a Lich can be sold for an astronomical price in the city. "
From a certain perspective, this is already a form of sincerity. At the very least, they didn't shout about killing us, expressing their goodwill towards necromancers.
After someone took the lead and confirmed that it was safe, even my Undead Knight was shocked by the number of necromancers.
When they entered the city and were delighted to find so many comrades, they met with a new problem.
They, who had just started their new life, lost their jobs.
The newly established Diffindor Medical College (Specter College) does require quite a number of teachers and staff. But it is a pity that it is a matter for top-notch talents. Most of the necromancers had to figure things out on their own. Their standard is only slightly better than that of an apprentice. Not to mention teaching others, they even want to find a teacher to teach them.
"Old profession? Assassins or mercenaries? "There are quite a number of fugitives among the necromancers. Naturally, they thought of the way they made a living in the past.
I have to admit that there is no limit to the stupidity of humans. In the miracle of the God of Law, the Sinless City, he still dared to commit a serious crime. When his corpse was hung on the flagpole to dry, it could be considered as an example to others. At the same time, it also explained what the Judgement Spell and the Sinless City were.
Of course, an excessively high unemployment rate will naturally lead to social instability. Thus, I have long made plans for it.
The first is to join the army. After all, necromancers are definitely a huge killing machine on the battlefield. This is also what they are most proficient in. My army has many years of experience in using necromancers. But for those lesser necromancers who don't wish to enter the battlefield, there is a brand new topic for them to research.
"Making various kinds of magic into daily life? Making equipment and tools for necromancy? "
This topic may seem inconceivable, but in reality, it isn't a new topic. Many human kingdoms have long used magic lamps. Fire-type magic furnaces for boiling water is also a daily consumption for the nobles. All kinds of alchemy tools are the crystallization of the magic civilization. Since other magic and alchemy can do it, why can't necromancy magic? In reality, necromancy magic is very versatile. It is just that the materials used are a little unique.
Undead workers are the servants of the necromancers. It is normal for them to become a labor market. Of course, there are some technical difficulties involved.
Low-tier undead are brainless and bloodthirsty by nature. Unless a necromancer keeps an eye on them, no one can guarantee that these brainless undead won't go out of control. However, a small invention has changed everything.
"Lazy Sword Seal — Death is the sweetest sleep. Unfortunately, it isn't time for you to get off work yet. So, make the most of your time and try your best to live an exciting life. "
The Lazy Sword Seal is a sword seal that represents necromancy magic. Its usage is actually no different from other elemental sword seals. The sword seal is activated through Olivia's Magic Box and the sword seal is used to control the Power of Death. However, looking at the current progress of research, at most, it allows the user to control a few low-tier undead.
The information I left behind was further opened up by Marguerite and the others. Very quickly, a simple Olivia's Magic Box for undead was created. Its only use is to contract and control fixed low-tier undead. Thus, when an ordinary person holds this black magic bullet in their hands, they can also control low-tier undead to serve them.
Thus, the undead labor market became a reality. Skeleton laborers, zombie miners, mummy maids and the like. As long as you can think of it, there is nothing you can't find.
Of course, one should know when to stop doing business. The "genius" who came up with the disgusting and cute Abomination Stitch Monster sexy maid costume has already had his work permit revoked for three months due to too many complaints about the product.
Ghost carriage rental, Gargoyle Express, Zombies vs Plants series have all become hot topics in the city. It is foreseeable that with the improvement of technology, a brand new magic civilization might be born in the border regions.
Perhaps these series of small things might not seem like much, but in reality, it has a far-reaching impact. The unknown represents fear. When these demons and ghosts can be enslaved by oneself, the fear and estrangement would naturally be greatly reduced. When one's principles can be accepted by the world, Necromancers would also start to experience a normal life.
"Sometimes, the times take a huge leap in places that you can't see. I reckon that even the inventor, His Highness Roland, wouldn't have thought that this most obscure and inconspicuous invention would be the first to influence and change the world. "
However, there are some things that don't change, such as the unpredictable human heart and the seeds of hatred.
Renée looks at the headless corpses in front of her and sighs.
The two corpses are very young. One is a Silver-rank Half-Elf Archer and the other is a rookie Necromancer who sneaked in. When I came to inspect the city walls, they, who were disguised as passersby, suddenly ambushed me. However, in the instant that they made their move, they were beheaded by my own guards.
"Master Fayde, Teacher Ferdinand, Archmage Hina, thank you for your protection. Everyone has worked hard."
"There is no need to thank us. This is an order from His Highness Roland."
Before I left, I had two Sword Saints and an Archmage stay by Reyne's side to protect her. At that time, Reyne had thought that I was overreacting, but reality proved that I was right. This was the seventh assassination attempt in half a month. It was obvious that this was only the beginning.
"The younger the seedling, the easier it is for it to die early. Even without your identity as a descendant of the Mist, just as the link between me and the Donglan Principality, you are the most important and irreplaceable link in the entire country. If anything happens to you, there is no point in talking about anything else. If I were your enemy, assassinating you would definitely be a profitable business. "
"We don't have any enemies in the Northern Lands, do we?"
At that time, I only smiled and didn't say anything. At this moment, Renée recalled how she didn't think much of it and could only sigh at her immaturity and naivety.
"Send them to the seventh market. Send me a copy of the results of the Soul Interrogation, even though they are most likely sent by that country. Seriously, the Beastmen will be invading next year. Rather than sending people to assassinate me, they might as well prepare for war. "
No enemies? They are all enemies. On the level of countries, as long as there is a conflict of interest, it is impossible to have a good relationship. No one would want to see a strong neighboring country. Even if that country repeatedly says that they won't invade other countries, how can other countries entrust their safety to others? Not to mention, some countries have their own ambitions. The gradually recovering Donglan is an eyesore.
At this moment, I, who was still in Sharal, met with a similar experience.
"One, two, three, four, five. Five top-notch assassins and a Saint-rank thief hiding in the shadows. They really think highly of me."
Amelia waved her staff, her face filled with anger.
"It's these assassins again. This is the thirteenth time this week. I have basically become your free fighter. Give me more money. "
"Hmph, I don't have money, I don't have my life either!"
…
Winter always came early in the highlands. By the time most of the countries in the Northern Lands were preparing for the Beastmen's invasion next spring, the plains were already covered in ice and snow.
However, just like in the past, this time, the Orcs did not shrink their area of activity and prepare for the winter. On the contrary, various Wolf Knights and Thunder Roc Knights roamed the highlands and killed the human spies hidden among them.
The closer they got to the Beastmen's territory, the stronger the patrols. Such abnormal behavior naturally attracted the attention of the countries. But after paying a huge price, even if they successfully entered the Beastmen's territory and sent back information, it was only conventional intelligence about war preparations.
But in reality, this was just a smokescreen.
There were only two ways to enter the highlands where the Beastmen lived. Both of them were blocked by the fortresses of the two countries.
The Erluo Highlands was far away from the Beastmen's territory and the entrance to the countries in the Northern Lands. It was a barren wasteland. But at this moment, there were already countless tents set up. The smoke that rose continuously showed that the Beastmen army was gathering.
At the highest peak, the tribe leaders were having a gathering. A piece of exciting news was spreading among the Beastmen.
"Cheers to the honor of the War God! Next week, the Beastmen army will invade the South. Finally, we can get our revenge. This time, we will catch the humans off guard! Activate the Thunderbird Plan! "
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