Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

The copro-eater was taken to prison.

This time he was taken to a new cell. The rooms here were smaller, and each one was a single room.

The prisoners around him just stared at him indifferently and stopped paying attention. Anyone who could come here was not a kind person.

"Hey hey hey! I will gradually tear apart all the hypocrisy! Let the world reveal its true nature!" The fecal eater looked at the prisoners around him with his evil little eyes.

What he does best is make people hate him.

People like him cannot bear the kindness of others.

Sure enough, the prisoners around him felt an inexplicable dislike for him. Even though none of them have seen this ugly guy before

"Boy, what are you looking at!" A man with a fierce look stared at the coprophag.

"Puff puff..." The fecal eater did not speak, but released poisonous gas.

In just a short moment, this area was severely polluted.

Actually, it doesn't smell very good here. The prisoners have been here for a long time and have gradually gotten used to it.

But with the addition of Coprophagia, even the prisoners who had seen the harsh environment changed their faces.

"What did you eat? It's so disgusting!"

"Damn it! I will strangle you to death!"

"Warden! Warden! I want to change cells!"

"..."

The place suddenly became lively.

The dung-eater looked at this scene and let out a lewd laugh.

The jailers just looked at it from a distance and ignored it, as long as no one escaped.

They were far apart and didn't notice anything unusual, but they just felt that the light there was a little dim.

The prisoners living in the poisonous fog gradually couldn't bear it any longer and began to vomit crazily.

Some people were so hot that they couldn't even open their eyes.

"You guy!" A muscular man couldn't bear it anymore.

He grabbed the fence and pulled hard, opening a big hole in the fence.

He wanted to kill this guy before the guards came.

"I'm going to kill this guy. If any of you dare to tell the truth, don't blame me for wanting to support you even before you die!"

"Kill him quickly, I can't stand it anymore!"

"Don't worry, we will never tell anyone!"

"..."

All the prisoners became excited instantly.

Most of them were convicted of murders, but because they admitted their mistakes sincerely, their death was delayed.

They usually live in peace and harmony, after all, whoever dares to make another mistake will be executed immediately.

But coprophags are so unruly that even these guys who are eager to survive can't help it.

So, the muscular man stretched out his big hand, passed through the fence and grabbed the coprophag inside.

"Death!!!" He exerted force with one hand, and there was a soft snap, and the manure-eater's neck was crushed.

He tossed the coprophagous creature aside, returned to his cell, and repaired the bars with brute force.

Dirty blood began to flow from the corners of the coprophag's mouth.

The blood instantly evaporated into the air, and the mist in the air seemed to be a little thicker.

It's just that the people around him don't care about all this.

"Beautiful! If you are outside, I will definitely buy you a drink."

"Hmph! Remember your promise." The man who killed the coprophagous man snorted coldly.

The prisoners were no longer silent, and they began to chat one after another. The death of the coprophagic man made them a little excited.

Just as everyone was talking, they felt their throats were extremely sore.

"Ahem! What's going on? I feel something is wrong."

"Damn! I find that I seem to have lost my sense of smell!"

"Me too!"

Everyone quickly realized something was wrong with their bodies.

At this moment, the jailer in the distance also noticed something was wrong.

They wanted to go in to check, but they were soon choked by the pungent gas and coughed repeatedly.

"what happened!"

"do not know……"

Just when they were confused, bursts of piercing screams came from the mist.

The prisoners covered their eyes and huddled on the ground in pain. They were basically poisoned and blinded.

Even their fragile eardrums were dissolved.

Now they have lost three of their five senses and have become completely useless.

Soon the jailers took action and used ventilation spells, and the poisonous gas was blown away.

The jailers ran in, looked around, and then saw the coprophagia sitting aside.

He was the only one in the audience who did not scream, so the jailer asked him what happened.

"It's nothing, I just farted normally and that's what happened to them. It's really none of my business." The coprophagian acted very innocently.

If the prisoners around him saw him in his current state, they might be frightened.

After all, he should have been dead long ago!

The prisoners were taken away for treatment, and the copro-eater was left in jail, enjoying himself.

That injury was nothing to him. If you wanted to kill him, you had to separate his body.

Soon, the prisoners were cured and thrown back into prison.

But at this time, they began to curse.

They vented all their hatred on the copro-eaters.

In their minds, the coprophags should be dead, but this does not affect their insults.

The dung-eater couldn't help but smile as he listened to these vicious curses.

He really likes these insults so much that this environment makes him feel comfortable.

It's just that a ventilation system has been installed here. In the future, the farts of people who eat feces may no longer poison these people.

"The action is really fast!" The coprophagian couldn't help but sigh.

In the days that followed, the coprophags listened to the inmates' insults every day.

But gradually, the insults became weaker and weaker.

The prisoners began to cough endlessly, and some even began to cough up blood.

As a source of plague, as long as other people stay with him for a long time, they will inevitably contract the disease.

Even the coprophag can use disease to establish contact with these people, and when he dies, he can absorb the life force of these people to resurrect himself.

He took advantage of this in his previous resurrection.

It's just that this use of vitality is too inefficient. He was only resurrected once, and the people around him were a little overwhelmed.

Seeing how painful they were, it almost made them cough up their lungs.

While the coprophag was in his usual daze, a jailer slowly walked towards him.

"Huh?" The coprophagian was slightly startled. He always felt that something was wrong. The jailer walked without making a sound.

"Who are you!" The coprophagian couldn't help but ask.

The jailer didn't take any nonsense and he threw a quick punch.

The narrow cell made it impossible for the fecal eater to escape, and he was hit right in the heart.

"You..." The dung-eater's eyes darkened and he fell to the ground.

The jailer took this opportunity to take out the syringe he carried with him and drew a tube of blood from the copro-eater.

After finishing everything, the jailer quickly left the Volcano Mansion.

He opened the equipment box he had hidden in a jungle.

He took out a skull helmet from the equipment box and put it on his head.

He thought silently in his heart. "Ever since I was hit by Marlenia's sword, my voice has been unable to speak anymore. The doctor said this is a curse."

"However, this also inspired me. Maybe I should collect some powerful curses to kill Momochi-sama from the air."

"As long as Master Baizhi dies, when he is resurrected, he will definitely be resurrected in the Snowy Mountains. It is recorded in the literature that He Lailu placed a blessing point there when he attacked the Snowy Mountains."

"It is said that those who have the blessing of immortality will be resurrected there after death."

Thinking of this, the skeleton assassin carefully kept the needle in his hand in a sealed box.

The seal set by Mengge was too powerful, and he tried various methods but could not open it. So he had no choice but to make this decision.

At the same time, the coprophag whose heart was shattered by a punch twitched a few times, and then slowly stood up.

"Ah! It really hurts! Who is that person? Is he an assassin sent by the nobles?" The coprophagian couldn't help but think.

In fact, he thought wrong. The other party was just eyeing his cursed blood.

The Coprophagian glanced at the surrounding cells, and then he noticed that the people in other cells seemed to have taken in more air and less out.

It seemed that this resurrection had deprived them of a great deal of vitality, and they no longer even had the strength to cough.

"Haha, if the assassin just waited a little longer and killed me again, maybe I would never wake up again." The coprophagian showed a sarcastic smile.

Just when he was proud, another burst of footsteps came.

The coprophag turned his head and saw a jailer looking around, as if confirming a certain target.

Seeing the other party's clumsy look, the coprophag suddenly felt a strong sense of foreboding in his heart.

Soon, the jailer discovered the coprophag.

His eyes lit up.

"Ah! You are easier to recognize than I thought!"

"Hey! I was invited by the adults to put an end to you, this disgusting guy!"

The copro-eater twitched the corner of his mouth. He was also an assassin. Compared with the previous one, the gap between this one and the previous one was too big!

But didn't they discuss it? Why were the assassins sent in batches? Do they want to spend more of their money? A look of confusion flashed in the coprophag's eyes.

The assassin clumsily pulled a thin sword from his trousers and stabbed the coprophag.

"Ah!" the dung-eater screamed.

"You take aim when you step on the horse!" The coprophag grinned and shed tears.

"Hush! Hush! Don't scream! I'll be fine soon!" The assassin was startled by the coprophag's scream.

He quickly pulled out his rapier and stabbed it a few more times.

The manure-eater screamed when he poked him.

After dozens of pokes, the copro-eater's eyes changed.

"You guys... are you here to punish me?"

The assassin's face also turned red. Perhaps because he was too serious about poking people, he ignored the thick fog that was gradually forming around him.

The coprophag's blood has evaporated into the air, and even the ventilation system cannot drain it out in time.

"Ahem! Damn it! Why aren't you dead yet..." The assassin became furious.

When he was about to continue, he heard footsteps in the distance.

So he hurriedly put away his rapier and ran away quickly.

After a while, two more jailers came here.

The copro-eater rolled his eyes. "Please move quickly..."

"Huh? What are you talking about! Wait! Don't get close to him first, put on a gas mask."

The two jailers came over after putting on their masks. They realized something was wrong when they saw the bloody coprophag.

The Coprophagians were soon taken away for medical treatment. These two were real jailers, not assassins.

During the coprophagic treatment, even the doctor expressed admiration. "You have more than 50 wounds all over your body, but they all avoided the vital points perfectly. The person who assassinated you must be a master of medicine."

When the Coprophagian heard this, his expression suddenly darkened.

But that guy also suffered from his own disease, and I'm afraid he won't live long.

After the copro-eater was cured, he was locked up again.

It's just that the inmates around him were all dead, and their deaths were very painful.

At this time, the jailers fully realized the terror of dung pickers.

He was placed in solitary confinement in a tight room.

The bodies of the victims were piled in the morgue.

Their corpses decomposed very quickly and exuded a horrible stench.

Even a few of the jailers who were carrying them were infected.

However, for those who are initially infected, doctors can quickly cure them.

After burning the corpses, the jailer reported the situation here to Racade.

"Sir, the existence of a person like this is sinful! If we don't deal with him, he will definitely bring us more trouble." Rakad's adjutant said.

"No, he's just a patient. Maybe I should ask Michaela for advice." Larcade still didn't want to break the law and deal with the coprophag.

"...You may regret it." The adjutant couldn't help but said.

Larcade glanced at him. "If I don't deal with him, I may regret it. But if I don't deal with him in accordance with the law, I will definitely regret it."

"Also, I don't think you are suitable to be my adjutant." Larcade's eyes showed disappointment.

Just because he hates a person, he wants to lynch him. His adjutant really let him down.

The adjutant's expression changed instantly, and he began to beg, but Larcade remained unmoved.

The adjutant was eventually demoted by Rackard.

"Alas! It seems that there is still a long way to go to achieve the rule of law. Moreover, an assassin can sneak into the prison, and he is such a poor assassin. It seems that I need to conduct a thorough investigation."

He thought he had done enough inspections, but he didn't expect corruption to still occur.

While Racade was conducting a thorough investigation of the prison personnel, the clumsy assassin was hiding in a hut coughing crazily.

He has missed the best time for treatment and ordinary doctors are no longer able to treat him.

"Damn it! Why did I contract this strange disease! Cough cough cough..."

At this moment, the hut was opened, and the light from outside shone on the assassin's pale face. The dazzling sunlight made him unable to open his eyes.

The person who came was an old man who was dressed luxuriously but had a gloomy face.

"Trash! You can't even do this little thing! It's all because of your failed assassination that you implicated several big shots! Why don't you die! Why are you here here to drag me down!"

The old man insulted the assassin with all his face.

"Ahem! Help me! I'm infected with a strange disease..." Tears flashed in the assassin's eyes.

"Humph! You are not qualified to be saved! Just rot here!" The old man closed the door and locked it.

"No!" The assassin made a desperate voice...

As the old man's footsteps gradually faded away, the assassin's tears flowed down.

"I'm sorry...I can't marry you..." The assassin's eyes gradually became blurry.

At this moment, there was a sound of unlocking the door outside the hut.

Soon, the lock opened. A young woman poked her head in in panic.

"Master Diallos! Are you here?"

"Ah! Ahem! You're here to save me! Quick! Take me away! Assassin games are not fun at all..."

The young woman hurriedly ran into the small dark room and lifted the assassin. The two limped out of here.

"Ahem! By the way...how did you find me? My actions are obviously so secretive..." The assassin couldn't help but look at the young woman.

This is his maid, her childhood sweetheart who grew up with him. The relationship between them is not bad. There is a feeling of brother and sister.

When the maid heard this, she showed a speechless expression. If this guy was not her master, she would want to strangle him to death.

She really couldn't understand why her master's brothers and sisters were all elites, but when he came to him, they became useless?

"Young master, you are in big trouble this time. If you don't want to be beaten by the master, you'd better be calmer these days."

"Ah... what a pity, this mission failed." The assassin's eyes lost their luster, but he soon cheered up again.

"Hey! Did you know? I can be considered an assassin now! I just carried out a thrilling assassination mission not long ago!"

The maid rolled her eyes, she was really fed up with this idiot young master.

Apart from his good looks, everything else about this young master is very worrying.

Perhaps because he has lived under the aura of excellence of his older brothers and sisters for a long time, he often wants to prove himself.

It's just that he makes a mess every time.

Just like this time, in order to prove his bravery to his brother, he actually came over to assassinate others!

And the most magical thing is that someone actually asked him to be an assassin.

The maid spent a lot of effort to find out the whereabouts of her young master.

The young assassin was finally brought back to the house.

The maid immediately secretly invited the old doctor in the family.

Thanks to the help of the old doctor, the young master's illness was finally cured. However, his body will be weak for a long time.

"Where did you catch such a troublesome curse?" The old doctor was a little curious.

"Haha! You know what? I'm going to..."

"Shut up!" The maid said in a panic, and actually scolded her master.

"...Ah! You are so boring!" The young master actually lowered his head.

The old doctor was not surprised by this. "Haha, I'll trouble you next."

He seemed to have thought of something, and then gave the maid a sympathetic look.

The person with the worst character in the family is this young master.

"Sir, please keep this matter secret!" the maid couldn't help but say.

"Well, don't worry, I'm sensible." The old doctor nodded and left.

The maid was sitting beside the young master's bed, frowning.

The trouble the young master got into this time may be a bit big...

His Highness Racade is going crazy and arresting people everywhere.

"Master... the family has decided to let you get married early. Please be prepared." The maid said.

"Ah! Which lady is it with? Is it the one I have in mind?"

"No, but this one is also very good..."

Before the maid finished speaking, the young master began to roll around on the bed.

"No! No! You know who is in my heart! I will not marry anyone but her!"

"If you force me, I will run away from home! You know! I will do what I say!"

When the maid saw this scene, she covered her face in pain.

Didn't the doctor just say that the young master will be weak for a while? Why does he show no sign of weakness at all looking at his current appearance?

On the other side, the old man who locked the door for the young master assassin had been caught in prison.

"Hmph! Where did that assassin go?" Larcade asked with a cold expression.

"He is in the small dark room nearby, which is our contact point. I have locked him up. If you search there, you will find him soon!" the old man replied with a panicked expression. He never thought of lying, because lying would be useless.

But soon, Rakad's men came back to report that there was no one in the dark room.

"How is that possible!" The old man was shocked.

"Haha, what else do you know about that assassin?" Larcade sneered.

"He is a young man! I shouldn't have invited him! Damn it! Why should I save so much money!" The old man regretted it endlessly.

"We met in a pub. He was masked and I didn't know what he looked like, but he said he would go home and get married if he earned enough money..."

The old man began to tell the story of his meeting with the assassin, but after talking for a long time, there was no useful information.

Racade was also a little speechless. This was the first time he had seen such an unprofessional assassination.

However, his train of thought had been led astray by the old man, and he mistakenly positioned the young man as a relatively poor person.

This also led to the successful escape of the young assassin.

Larcade looked through the case file over and over again, but in the end he did not find the whereabouts of the mysterious assassin.

"My assassination skills are not very good, but my concealment skills are pretty good." Larcade rubbed his brows.

However, this matter will have to be put aside later.

Because next he has to prepare for the celebration with all his strength. The success of the celebration is related to whether he can quickly settle the surrounding nobles.

He doesn't want war, he wants those people to be aware of current affairs.

He looked at the sky and saw that it was already very late.

He was just about to pack up and go home to be with his beloved wife. As a result, his men informed him that a nobleman wanted to see him.

"Huh? Is there anything important you come to see me at so late?" Lacard was also a little curious, so he received the visitor.

The man is a middle-aged man with a stoic face.

"Your Highness Racade, I surrender myself. The assassin who killed the Coprophagous Man is me."

"Coprophagous..." Larcade twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Really? Then why did you assassinate him?" Larcade asked casually leaning back on the chair.

"Because I hate him very much. He is too dirty and makes me murderous."

"Haha..." Larcade smiled. "Why tell such boring lies? Although I have never seen you take action, judging from your calm aura and light steps, you should be a master."

"I don't believe you would have missed it."

Larcade's expression turned cold. "Tell me, what is your purpose? Why did you come to take the blame?"

"Oh~ why did you say it?" The middle-aged man smiled bitterly.

It seems that His Highness Racade is indeed as straight as the rumors say.

The nobles' methods of doing things were of no use to him.

"I made you laugh. I just want to know how to prevent my brother from being punished? He is still young and may not understand what he is doing."

Larcade laughed when he heard this. "Hahaha! Is your brother over 10 years old?"

"He is already 16..."

"Then I'm sorry, there is nothing we can do. He must accept punishment for what he has done." Lacard said calmly.

"Alas!" The middle-aged man held his head in pain.

As soon as he returned from overseas, he heard that his brother had committed a crime. It was said that the victim had been stabbed more than 50 times.

For such a serious injury, his brother might have to go to jail for at least ten years.

This is really troublesome...