As time passed, Edmond once again dug up two more corpses.
Then, he prepared to leave with these three corpses.
Three corpses were already the limit of what he could carry at once; any more, and his Mage Hand would struggle to support them, severely affecting his speed.
It would be bad if he were discovered by those on night patrol.
Although he wasn’t particularly afraid, it was best to avoid trouble whenever possible.
After easily bypassing the night patrol, Edmond successfully returned the three corpses to the carriage.
Immediately after, he quickly returned to the Graveyard and began digging again.
Because he had to control the noise, his speed in digging up the corpses became very slow, and each corpse took a lot of time.
And if it were to become dawn, it would definitely not be suitable to continue digging, and he would certainly have to leave.
Therefore, he had to speed up.
Just like that, before dawn, Edmond had dug up a full fourteen corpses without being discovered by anyone.
If nothing unexpected happened, no one would discover it later; after all, who would have nothing better to do than dig up a dead person’s grave?
In a forest near the town, after fixing all the corpses onto the carriage, Edmond drove the carriage away with the two Skeleton Wolves pulling it.
The mission for this trip had been completely fulfilled; not only had he purchased sufficient supplies, but he had also harvested twenty corpses.
This harvest could definitely be considered substantial.
As for the use of these twenty corpses, Edmond had already made up his mind: he would turn sixteen of them into skeletons.
As for the remaining four, he planned to store them temporarily and did not intend to turn them into skeletons.
Because he wanted to turn these four corpses into zombies—yes, the same kind of zombies his teacher, Arnold, had.
Different types of undead required different production methods, so even though he had mastered Skeleton Resurrection, Edmond had no idea how to create zombies.
After all, no matter how one put it, Edmond had not even been a mage for a month; his knowledge was extremely limited, and he only possessed a few Spells.
He was like a cook who only knew how to make a few dishes; no matter how well he made those dishes, he would be at a loss if the cuisine changed.
If he had sufficient knowledge reserves, he might indeed be able to figure out the method for creating zombies on his own, but for now, it seemed he would have to rely on learning.
His teacher surely had the method for creating zombies, and if nothing went wrong, he should be able to master it when he returned.
When he had come to Nanzel Town earlier, Edmond had spent an entire day, but the return trip would not take nearly as long.
Because he had been searching around when he came, taking quite a few detours, but now he just needed to follow one path to return.
Edmond estimated in his mind that by the time evening approached and it was nearly dark, he should be able to return to the cave.
He wondered how things were in the cave, and how his four undead were doing.
While thinking, Edmond was also distracted, controlling the Skeleton Wolves to move forward.
Just like that, time reached noon.
Although it had undergone some modifications, the carriage was still very bumpy during the journey, and after a whole morning of bumps, Edmond felt he couldn’t take it anymore.
His body was aching, and he felt like he had been packed in a box and shaken for the entire morning.
So, he found a suitable place to stop the carriage and began to rest.
He sat down against the carriage, rested for a while, then took out some white bread and dried meat and began to eat.
He ate a bite of bread and a bite of dried meat, occasionally taking a swig of fresh water from his waterskin.
He had to admit, compared to the food in the inn, the food he was eating now was indeed much inferior in taste.
This was unavoidable; after all, his first consideration was shelf life, and taste came second.
However, Edmond didn’t dwell on it too much and quickly finished all the food.
After taking a large gulp of fresh water, he didn’t choose to set off immediately but instead found a cool and comfortable place to lie down and rest.
It was currently noon, with the sun hanging directly overhead; traveling at this time was hot and sunny, and the inside of the carriage was as stuffy as a steamer.
Anyway, he wasn’t in a rush, so there was no need to hurry.
Lying in the cool shade, with a gentle breeze blowing past, Edmond felt exceptionally comfortable, and his mind gradually relaxed.
Unknowingly, he slowly drifted off to sleep.
The carriage loaded with goods sat quietly there, and the two large Skeleton Wolves also silently guarded the side of the carriage without making a sound, only the Soul Fire in their eye sockets flickering slightly.
And just as Edmond was fast asleep, the bushes nearby suddenly began to rustle, making a soft, swishing sound.
Immediately after, several strange-looking creatures crawled out from the bushes.
They were grayish-white all over, with some light gray spots on their skin; they roughly resembled humans in appearance, but they moved on all fours.
The mouths on their faces were extremely wide, occupying almost half of their entire face, with lips turned outward, revealing sharp teeth inside.
Pairs of bloodthirsty, slit pupils stared fixedly at the parked carriage.
They kept twitching their noses, and after smelling the scent of corpses in the air, these monsters quickly crawled toward the carriage.
Facing these approaching monsters, the two Skeleton Wolves immediately pounced toward them, while the Mental Contract in their minds fluctuated.
Before Edmond fell asleep, he had already given instructions to the Skeleton Wolves to guard the carriage and to wake him up via the Mental Contract immediately if anything approached.
Sensing the fluctuation from the Mental Contract, Edmond instantly woke up from his sleep.
Then, he saw those strange-looking creatures.
“Ghoul!”
With just one glance, Edmond recognized these creatures.
Ghouls are a type of monster.
There are many monsters in this world, and their numbers are vast; almost every ordinary person has seen them.
The reason the profession of Witcher exists is because there are too many monsters for ordinary people to handle.
And the most common monsters are the Ghouls in front of him, as well as Drowners.
These two types of monsters are the most widely distributed, the most numerous, and the most frequent to come into conflict with humans.
Ghouls, as the name implies, feed on corpses and rotting flesh; they generally do not actively attack living creatures.
Their digestive systems can only process rotting meat; fresh meat gives them indigestion, and their strength is about the same as an ordinary person wielding a simple weapon.
But the key is that Ghouls often act in groups; if an ordinary person encounters them alone, they have absolutely no chance of winning.
However, Ghouls usually won’t attack ordinary people casually because they are only interested in rotting meat, so as long as they are full, it is highly likely to be safe even if you encounter them.
But if they happen to be in a state of hunger, then you had better pray for your own luck.
Hungry Ghouls become exceptionally irritable and dangerous; they will attack any living creature that appears within their line of sight, and after killing the living creature, they will drag it back to their lair to wait for the corpse to rot before slowly enjoying it.
Even, Ghouls that are hungry to the extreme will attack their own kind.
Maybe it’s not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”