Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

The young man was surrounded by girls, and he felt that his butt was touched several times.

"Okay, everyone, don't be like this. It's time for us to have a painting class." The young man squeezed out of the circle of girls with a red face.

The girls rubbed their hands together without feeling satisfied.

"Senior, what should we draw today?" a girl asked playfully.

The young man looked at the hybrids working in the fields.

When the girls saw this, their faces fell. "Ah! Let's not draw ugly things!"

The young man sighed slightly. "Then I'll demonstrate and everyone can just watch me draw."

"Okay!" The girls gathered around the young man again.

They carefully unfolded the drawing board for the young people.

The young man sat on a big stone, put the drawing board in front of him, and started drawing towards the hard-working hybrid in the distance.

The girls' eyes were all focused on his face, with no interest in the content on the drawing board.

The yellow-haired young man standing quietly in the distance saw this scene and was filled with anger.

"Damn it! It was obviously an outing organized by me, but in the end, that guy stole the spotlight!" He picked up a stone on the ground and threw it fiercely at the weak young man who was surrounded by girls.

The frail young man looked towards this side as if he was feeling something. He stared intently at the stone that was getting closer and closer.

In his eyes, the stone seemed to turn into a golden meteor, hitting the earth hard. Along with the terrifying loud noise, the entire human royal city disappeared.

Snapped! A stone hit him squarely on the forehead, and he fainted on the spot.

"Ah!!!" the girls screamed.

Upon seeing this, the yellow-haired young man was so frightened that he fled the scene in a hurry.

When the frail young man woke up again, he found that he had returned home. His forehead still hurt.

"Dior! Mom will go to school tomorrow to complain about that bastard who threw stones at you!" Dio's mother looked at her precious son with a distressed look on her face.

"No! Mother, please don't file a complaint against him. He will be expelled from school." Dio hurriedly dissuaded his mother.

"But I can't swallow this! Why does such a handsome son of mine encounter such suffering? Woohoo~" The mother burst into tears.

Dio could only gently pat his mother's back and comfort her slowly.

At this time, Dior's father came back and came to his mother.

"Let's end this matter here. The other party's parents have already paid a lot of money in compensation." The father placed a large bag of gold coins on the table.

"Woooooo~" Mother cried even harder.

There was a look of helplessness on the father's face.

Then, his father pulled Dio to a corner with some mystery and whispered: "Son! The daughter of the leader of the Knights of Kallia asked me to give this to you."

"She invites you to the royal dinner tomorrow night."

"I hope you take advantage of it."

The father handed a wooden box to his son.

"The leader's daughter? Who is that?" Dio took the box with a confused look on his face.

When I opened the box, I saw a beautiful ring inside.

"This..." Dio was shocked. He could tell at a glance that this thing was extraordinary.

"Father! This is too expensive! Did you sell me?" Dio became a little excited.

"Nonsense! Am I that kind of person?" The father's eyes were a little wandering.

"In short, this is the biggest opportunity in your life! You must seize it! Do you understand?"

Dio suddenly felt his forehead hurt even more. He hid in his room angrily and closed the door firmly.

My father's noisy voice came from outside the door. "You brat! If you dare to break the appointment! I will break your legs!"

Listening to his father's heavy footsteps fading away, Dio lay numbly on his bed, his head gradually emptying.

My father was just a poor commoner. But he gradually rose to prominence by reselling the goods of the large caravan. Now, he is already a well-known businessman.

The father who had money became restless. He made friends with dignitaries everywhere, hoping to sell his beautiful son.

"The daughter of the leader of the Kalia Knights? I don't know what price my father paid to get this opportunity... Oh~ why bother?" Dio couldn't laugh or cry.

Thinking of the luxurious life of the upper class aristocrats, Dior inexplicably thought of the golden shooting star.

"If that meteor is really going to fall to the ground, then what's the point of climbing higher?"

The image of golden meteors attacking the human royal city flashed through his mind again.

"Why are there such hallucinations?" Dio was puzzled.

Buzz, buzz, a few small mosquitoes were hovering above his head.

Dio waved his hand helplessly. But these little guys were extremely dexterous and evaded his swing in an instant.

Helpless, Dio could only give up this useless struggle. He put his hands behind his head and silently looked at these flying insects.

A small mosquito seemed to smell the smell of blood, so it landed on his forehead.

Dio wanted to reach out and grab it, but his hand was pressed by his head and he couldn't free it for the time being.

Snapped! A big black hand pinched the mosquito easily.

Dio felt his hands behind his head blankly.

"So, where did this third hand come from!!!" Thinking of this, Dio broke out in cold sweat.

"Is there someone hiding under my bed?" Dio felt a chill running down his spine and his whole body was a little weak.

He had heard that a gangster once sneaked into a beautiful girl's home and hid under her bed in a very perverted way.

As a beautiful boy, would he also be treated like this?

Thinking of the tragic fate of those beautiful girls, his anus tightened slightly.

He stared at the big hand in horror, not daring to make a sound. He was afraid that the other party would jump over the wall and kill him.

But that big hand just held the mosquito and remained motionless.

The trapped mosquito struggled desperately in the big hand, but to no avail.

Looking at this struggling little life, Dio thought of an action to let go.

The big black hand seemed to have received his brain waves and instantly let go.

The little mosquito was free and spread its wings again.

Dio slowly calmed down and found that he seemed to be able to control the big hand.

So, he tried to control his big hand and catch the mosquito just now.

Sure enough, the big hand caught the mosquito firmly with just a squeeze.

"What's going on!" Dio stood up in shock.

He looked back and saw a black figure, who was the owner of the big hand.

But this time he did not panic, but continued to control the figure to move back and forth.

Sure enough, this figure is like himself and can move around at will.

"It's really amazing..." Dio's eyes brightened.

Early the next morning, Dio's father knocked on Dio's door.

"You brat! Get up! It's time for us to set off!"