“I have lived in an ordinary village since I was young, and my parents were also just ordinary villagers.”
…
Arnold actually began to recount his own life story.
Edmond’s eyes twitched immediately, and he was about to stop him, but Arnold ignored him and continued to talk incessantly.
With no other choice, Edmond had to sit by his side and listen carefully.
Arnold continued to recount his story in his hoarse voice, slowly.
For the first half of his life, until he was fifty, he was just an ordinary villager, no different from anyone else.
Furthermore, due to extreme poverty, his wife had passed away from a severe illness around the age of forty.
Thinking of the way his wife looked before she died, Arnold’s voice paused, but he quickly continued his story.
Since then, his temperament had become reclusive, and he rarely interacted with others.
Because of a chance encounter, he obtained the inheritance of a Necromancer.
And all the Spells left behind by that Necromancer were related to being a Necromancer.
Therefore, he had no choice but to become a Necromancer.
However, at the time, he did not feel that there was anything wrong with that.
On the contrary, he felt very excited.
Because before coming into contact with these things, he had only heard the word “Mage” in the stories of bards.
He had always thought that it was just a made-up legend, a fantasy people used to pass the time.
Who would have thought…
that it was actually real.
Thus, after a long period of cultivation, he finally succeeded in becoming a Necromancer.
And just after becoming a Necromancer, he also felt changes in his body.
At first, he thought this was normal; after all, he didn’t know anything.
But later, during his long travels, he learned the truth about Mages and understood the situation and drawbacks of being a Necromancer.
But by then it was too late; the Necrotic Magic had already damaged his foundation, and his talent was actually not high—it barely reached the threshold to become a Mage.
Therefore, he could only continue down this path of being a Necromancer.
And then, it led to the present.
During Arnold’s narration, Edmond listened quietly the entire time.
After finishing his story, Arnold did not keep holding onto Edmond and waved his hand to signal for him to leave.
Edmond didn’t say much else, quietly leaving the room to organize the supplies he had brought back.
…
Three days later, in the basement.
Edmond looked at the corpse in front of him with a calm face, then used his Mental Power to drive the magic.
Under his control, vast Necrotic Magic surged into the corpse and began to circulate according to the trajectory of a specific Spell.
Eventually, an invisible vortex appeared, attracting all the stray souls inside the corpse.
It lasted for several minutes, and all the souls were gathered together.
Immediately after, Edmond manipulated his Mental Power, and the Spell began to change.
The Necrotic Magic and the souls gathered together began to mix and gradually changed.
After another few minutes, the mass of souls had turned into a blue flame, slowly flickering inside the skull.
Success!
But Edmond still did not relax; instead, he plunged his Mental Power into that mass of blue flame.
“Hum~”
An invisible ripple came, and Edmond clearly felt that a certain connection had formed between him and the corpse in front of him.
The moment the contract was established, a “click-clack” sound came from inside the corpse.
“Rip~”
Immediately after, a skeleton tore through the flesh in front of it, slowly crawled out from the corpse, and stood beside Edmond.
Edmond suppressed the joy in his heart and began to carefully examine the skeleton in front of him.
The snow-white skeleton frame, along with two blue flames flickering in the eye sockets—judging by its appearance, it was no different from the teacher’s skeletons.
Subsequently, Edmond gave it an order through the contract.
“Take two steps.”
The skeleton immediately took two steps forward, its bones colliding and making a “clack-clack” sound.
“It really works!”
Edmond was overjoyed, and then, like a child who had just received a new toy, he began to control the skeleton incessantly.
After a period of control and testing, Edmond also figured out the situation with this skeleton.
Just as the teacher had said before, this skeleton did not have any intelligence and could only receive simple instructions.
For complex instructions, it could only stand there blankly, without any action.
Subsequently, Edmond left the skeleton in the basement, ran up to the second floor by himself, and arrived in front of the teacher’s room.
“Knock knock~”
He knocked on the closed door and spoke:
“Teacher, may I come in?”
After receiving permission, he pushed open the door and walked in.
Arnold was lying on the bed, holding a book and a pen in his hands, seemingly writing something.
At this moment, he looked up at Edmond at the door and asked:
“What is it?”
Edmond said in a joyous tone:
“Teacher, I have successfully mastered the Skeleton Resurrection!”
Upon hearing this, Arnold’s pupils constricted.
He was about to say something, but was suddenly interrupted by a cough.
“Cough, cough, cough!”
He reached out to cover his mouth and began to cough violently; his skeleton-like body also began to shake violently.
Seeing this, Edmond hurriedly walked up and began to soothe him with his hand.
After a long while, Arnold stopped coughing.
He looked up at Edmond, his eyes incredibly bright.
“Your talent, indeed, far exceeds mine.”
His tone was filled with both emotion and regret.
“If only this talent of yours could be applied to magic of other attributes, how wonderful that would be.”
“Being a Necromancer has no future.”
Edmond remained silent and did not respond.
After saying these few words, Arnold began to cough violently again.
After soothing him again, Edmond did not disturb him any further, quietly closed the door, and left.
After leaving the room, Edmond’s originally excited mood calmed down.
Within these short three days, the teacher’s physical condition had been rapidly declining.
By today, he was no longer able to get out of bed and walk.
Edmond was naturally very anxious about this, but he had no good solution and could only silently pray that the teacher’s body would recover on its own.
Although he understood that this possibility was very low.
Subsequently, Edmond returned to the basement again and began to resurrect the three corpses the teacher had brought back into skeletons.
Since he had already succeeded once, for Edmond, this Spell no longer held any difficulty.
Therefore, as a matter of course, those three corpses, without exception, were all transformed into skeletons by him.
Looking at the four skeletons standing neatly in a row in front of him, an indescribable sense of satisfaction welled up in Edmond’s heart.