"What? No undead? "
The dragon lich unhesitatingly agreed to my conditions after seeing the trendy clothing in the fashion magazines. However, when I asked him about it, he actually didn't have any powerful undead in his possession.
"Hey hey hey, you're a Dracolich, right? One of the strongest undead creatures. You're telling me that there aren't any powerful undead creatures in your dragon nest?"
There was a side effect of transforming into a Lich. No matter what kind of lifeform it was, the magic that drove its physical body would always be the power of death. If the magic that the Lich originally cultivated clashed with the power of death, its power would be reduced. However, controlling the undead that were weaker than itself was like an instinct, and the Lich's cultivation of Necromancy Magic improved by leaps and bounds.
Undead Magic, which they had suddenly mastered, was something that they couldn't forget. After so many years, it would be impossible for them to have no understanding of Undead Magic. That was why most Undead Liches would have a large number of Undead Creations in their laboratories. Even if they were hired thugs, they were servants, or even family members.
Dracoliches were even more ridiculous. They were artificial Undead Dragons, and the difficulty of transforming them into Undead Dragons was one of the highest out of all undead rituals. Just completing the transformation would require a large amount of undead knowledge, but this Dracolich was actually telling me that it didn't have much undead knowledge?
"Those filthy things are ugly and smelly. How can I keep them in my palace?"
Alright then, I had even forgotten that the dragon lich before me was a mega weirdo. Since this dragon lich was willing to choose such a physical body for the sake of its artistic beauty, it was only natural that it would be able to sweep away all "filthy undead".
"Don't you have banshees?"
"Bind the beautiful spirit of the elf? How could I do such an evil thing! "
The face that looked exactly like Harloys stared at me in astonishment, as if I had said something extremely evil, and I was doing my best to suppress the urge to smash it with a brick.
Evil? You're a f * cking Lich! No matter if it's a legend or reality, you're the most classic final boss!
Alright then, I pretty much understood Reyne's strange way of thinking. He would directly kick out the ugly undead, but beautiful undead would require beautiful raw materials, which he couldn't bring himself to do.
"You've really opened my eyes …"
I turned around and wanted to leave, but that guy pulled my sleeve and looked at me pitifully … at the fashion magazine in my hand.
I shook my head helplessly.
"… Just give me whatever I can. If I have to travel with a bunch of skeletons that fall apart on their own, I'd be too embarrassed to call myself a Legend-rank necromancer. After so many years, it can't be that you have nothing, right? Fine, if you really don't have anything, then exchange it with your valuable art. These clothes are super expensive, and I need my connections to get a seasonal limited edition. I can't just give it to you for free. "
"Art is out of the question. Beauty is priceless … Let me think. I remember that I should still have some of the past creations to look at. "
Lionel pondered for a while. Suddenly, he revealed a bright smile. He seemed to have thought of something.
"Yeah, let's exchange. I just remembered that I do have some beautiful Undead creations. You'll definitely like them!"
Looking at the beautiful woman's bright smile, I suddenly felt that something was wrong. It seemed that I had done something wrong again …
…
The next day, the sky had just brightened when the Rhino Tavern closed its doors. The entrance was already packed with people. It looked like it was time to set off.
However, I still stayed in my room and didn't want to get out of bed. Last night, I had to clear out those undead creatures until very late. Another weakness of my weak constitution was that I had to maintain sufficient sleep every day.
"Let's go and sleep in the carriage. I didn't expect him to have a ghost carriage, and it was specially modified. It seems that I didn't lose out this time. "
The silly cat was crawling on my head as if she was thinking for my sake. However, I could feel her undisguised evil intentions.
One ghost carriage, six gargoyles, one high-level zombie, and two web demons. This was the entire content of this exchange. They were all upgraded versions of strengthened undead. Judging from the value of this exchange, not only did I not lose out, I even earned quite a bit. However …
"Let me sleep here. At the very least, at the very least, we can wait for them to leave first!"
"That's impossible. Everyone's waiting for you."
Barton and Catalina were both my connections. The Northlands trio and I had reached an agreement and a basic level of trust. The scattered local mercenaries were either hired by me or found by Old Barton. Even the dragon lich was a secret agreement that I had made. From a certain standpoint, even if I wasn't the leader of this adventuring group, I could be considered the core of every member.
"Sigh, forget it. It's the undead mage Carlo who's going to lose face, not Roland …"
I got up from my bed in displeasure. Even an ugly daughter-in-law still needed her parents.
"Don't make it sound like you're losing out. What a beautiful carriage. I would've loved it back in the day."
"You said it was back in the day, didn't you? This carriage …"
The moment we walked out of the bar, a white carriage parked outside attracted everyone's attention.
This carriage was made entirely out of white jade. There were exquisite decorative wings at the back of the carriage, and the design of the wings was the traditional ivy of the elves. Two snow-white unicorns were pulling the carriage. Wherever the hooves stepped on, there were traces of green grass and wildflowers. The abundant power of nature made it seem like this was the carriage of the Son of Nature.
The two unicorns neighed in delight upon seeing their new master arrive. It seemed that they couldn't wait to begin their journey. They had been idling in the warehouse for far too long. Now that they had a chance to go for a ride, their hooves danced in the air, and the silver bells on their horns kept ringing.
"… You're telling me that this is a ghost carriage created by an undead mage? Where's the ghost horse's fatal breath of despair? Where's that black lightning-like phantom body? Where's the bone carriage's original skeleton decorations? And where did that headless carriage driver go? He should've left behind shadows instead of grass. Why did my ghost carriage, which is filled with the art of death and the beauty of bones, become like this!? "
"Please forgive me for being direct, but I don't think that it's the beauty of darkness at all. Bones and incomplete bodies only make it seem shabby. In my memories, the first undead mages were all slaves who didn't even have clothes to cover their bodies. Ah, my apologies, I didn't mean to suspect that you were poor. "
As the person who had modified this carriage, Winlair was naturally quite satisfied with the elven style that he had imagined. "She" was repeatedly studying the ivy carvings that he had left behind, as if he was engraving them into his memory. From his tone, it was obvious that he regretted selling this carriage to me.
Winlair's choice of words was also quite typical of elves. He would embellish his words with disdain and dissatisfaction. What did he mean by "I didn't mean to suspect that you were poor"? What he meant was that "all undead mages are poor. You're an undead mage, so there's no need to doubt me. You're definitely poor!"
"Apologize! Apologize to all undead mages!"
The moment that I walked out the door, I discovered that everyone else was looking at me in a rather strange manner. Their common fear and disgust towards undead mages had greatly decreased. Instead, they were astonished, as if they were looking at an alien.
"Damn it …"
I felt that the little bit of dignity that I had just built up had been completely destroyed. I regretted this trade even more.
"Damn it, only a dragon lich could come up with all these ridiculous undead. It just so happens that I'm the only one who can take the blame."
Since I was an "undead mage", these strange undead were naturally my creations. And this strange ghost carriage was the most acceptable out of all the undead …
Next to me were the gargoyles. They were the core combat strength of the undead I had traded for. There were a total of six gargoyles.
These half-elemental, half-undead construction creatures would often disguise themselves as gargoyles. They would be useful in ambushing enemies in battle. Since most of their physical bodies were sturdy stone statues, their resistance to attacks was quite good. Their ability to fly, sharp claws, and heavy weight gave them the reputation of being the vanguard of the flying undead.
As half-undead construction creatures, gargoyles had many differences in materials, design, enchantment, craftsmanship, and so on. However, even the weakest gargoyle was a mid-level undead creature. After all, only a Silver-ranked undead mage would be able to give life to these gargoyles. It was only natural for them to add some personal style to their gargoyles.
Gargoyles' basic blueprints were quite simple, which meant that they were easy to modify and modify. Their power levels and attack methods would also be vastly different. The weakest gargoyle would be a flying statue, and it would even break apart when flying. As long as one was willing to spend money, it would be possible to fight a dragon's gargoyle by yourself. For example, you could use a titan's heart as your power source, enchanted adamantine as your armor, and two of the newest magical engines in your head … Fine then, I was talking about the Northlands military conglomerate's mecha, the Demon Warrior series. Actually, I could tell at a glance that they were all created from gargoyle blueprints.
As for the gargoyles that I had just traded for, it was likely that the dragon lich had paid an enormous price in order to create them. They were all coated with a mithril anti-rust coating and enchanted sapphire lenses. The cost of these materials was definitely not low. If I converted them into gold coins, I would have made a huge profit, but …
"… Why didn't you give them clothes? Fine, fine, I was an idiot. They're gargoyles, so of course they don't need to wear clothes. Heh heh, fashion is truly amazing. You actually managed to make otakus sell their wives (figurines). "
Cough, it was likely that some people had already guessed the dragon lich's gargoyle appearance. Yep, there were only two types: a naked male elf and a naked female elf, and they were all exactly the same size!
Judging from their realistic expressions and physical characteristics, they were basically no different from living elves. The female elf had a bow and arrow on her back, making her a long-range model. The male elf didn't even have underwear, but he held a pair of scimitars.
"I'm not going to comment on how they don't have any basic equipment such as sharp claws and fangs. You enchanted all the gargoyles' parts so that all the joints can move, so what's the point of that!? Are you going to make figurines or weapons? If you're so free, why don't you just give them some offensive magical weapons? "
My biggest doubt right now wasn't how Winlair had come up with such a creative idea, but rather how he had "gathered the materials" back in the day. Or, perhaps I should say, how he had stripped all the elves naked before they became the elves' public enemy number one!
The elves' beauty was indescribable. The males were handsome, and the females were beautiful. The dragon lich's chosen models were no ordinary ones, either. They were valiant and beautiful, and that guy was a wood elf, moon elf, silver elf, and dark elf. He didn't even spare a single one of them. He was simply an elf's harem, and would indeed be quite pleasing to the eyes at home, but …
"I really didn't make this … X, what do you all mean by looking at me like that? I never lie! "
And now, with five naked females (long-range attackers) and one naked male (melee attackers) flying around me, his problem became my problem. Everyone was looking at me with looks of disdain, as if they were saying "He really is a pervert" or "Why did he make such things?"
Why were there five naked females and one naked male? Actually, the dragon lich had quite a few melee combat types in its inventory, and I also needed some melee combat cannon fodder. But after considering it over and over again, I unhesitatingly chose to be a pervert or a gay …
At this moment, the statue of the naked man fell behind me. As the only gargoyle that could fight in close-combat, his calculation core required him to take on the responsibility of guarding me. However, I felt that he was too close to me, especially certain parts of his body. He was almost touching me …
"So he's a two-way street. I was wondering why Karo hasn't pushed Catalina yet …"
"So big. I never expected Karo to like this type."
These words rang in my ears, and the next instant, I covered my face as tears of wronged blood flowed from my eyes. As expected, I shouldn't have considered any melee combat pairings. My reputation had been completely ruined. At this moment, I would rather become a super pervert in the eyes of the world.
"Let's go!"
I suddenly rushed onto the carriage. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to stop myself from going berserk if I heard any more of such words. The only thing that comforted me was that there was an even more wondrous creation in the carriage. Things weren't at their worst yet.
"Our first stop is to leave the city … No, to Anton Town's tailor shop! That's right, you heard correctly. Let's first buy some clothes for these indecent gargoyles! "
A mysterious sadness welled up in my heart. I was afraid that I would be recorded in history as the first undead mage to buy clothes for gargoyles.
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