Something's wrong with my undead

Musiain Estate.

The floating city went around in a circle and finally returned here.

Andre stood by the window and watched quietly, but when he saw an old man walking out of the floating city, he was so frightened that he ran to the door to greet him personally.

The old warlock in a black robe with silver trim walked in expressionlessly, stroked his chest and saluted in front of Andre:

"Greetings to you, my lord the Duke."

Andre's eyelids twitched a few times, and he hurriedly stepped forward and lowered his voice:

"Father, what do you mean?"

Feodor said with a straight face: "This is official business, and I should salute a duke."

"...It's up to you."

Andre stepped back and watched the old man salute to him, the "last grand duke," in a serious manner.

After the host and guests all went to the study, the servant at the door dared to discuss a few words in a low voice.

"Why is my father a warlock under the chief priest? Is he also a noble?"

Someone said disdainfully: "What do nobles mean in front of a seventh-level warlock?"

"That's true, but why haven't you heard the master mention it?"

Someone lamented: "Maybe it's because in front of a seventh-level warlock, nobles are nothing."

...

In the study, the servants left completely, leaving only two people.

Fyodor sat, Andrei stood.

"...That's basically what happened, I tried to minimize casualties as much as possible," he said.

Feodor stared at him.

The old warlock's eye sockets were sunken, and his sharp gaze shot out from his silver-gray eyebrows, like a dagger hidden in the dark, making people shudder.

After looking at it for a long time, he slowly spoke:

"You said that someone in the nobles colluded with the false gods and has been trying to destroy this place for so many years. You have also collected a lot of evidence?"

"Yes."

"The sporadic explosions a few days ago were their failed attempt to cause an accident. After you arrived, you discovered the spreading death energy and the opening of the portal, so you evacuated the people in advance and had people monitor the scene?"

"Yes."

"You asked those civilians to stay at least a hundred kilometers away from the mine, and finally the shadow spread to nearly eighty kilometers. The mine exploded that night and dissipated in the morning. The last two thousand miners were killed?"

"Yes."

Feodor's eyelids twitched several times before he could hold back.

He took a deep breath and continued:

"So what happened to the unusual gathering of shadows last night?"

Andre: "I guess there is something down here that we haven't been able to find out. It finally used these shadows to forcefully block the portal."

"Who caused the explosion?"

"I guess it's some kind of existence that we haven't been able to find out clearly. By the way, the reason why the explosion range is small is because the accumulated shadows are exhausted in the process."

Feodor finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Andre, do you know where the biggest flaw in this lie is?"

Andre shook his head: "This is not a lie, this is the truth."

"It's as absurd as a fairy tale."

Feodor ignored his son and continued: "It's like there is a guardian of the temple living under the mine, blocking the invasion of bad guys at the cost of his own death - is this possible? Did you originally want to tell me , those two thousand people have been controlled by others for a long time, so dying in this way is not considered a loss?"

Andre: "...It's not impossible for you to think so."

"……never mind."

Feodor sighed: "I will find a way to report what you said. On behalf of the people who survived this disaster, I thank you. But, Andre, next time, if there is a next time, I will be the savior." Opportunity, remember to make a loud noise, only in this way will you not be jealous of envious people, and no one will say that this is the 'credit' of your design."

Andre chuckled: "I am Catherine's lover, would I care about their jealousy?"

"You guy..."

Feodor scolded him and suddenly threw out two mirrors that were eroded to only half of them.

"I found this from the mine. Do you know what this is?"

This was thrown away by Heine before leaving.

The spring water that Director Qi returned to the underworld was resurrected, and the vest No. 85 can no longer be used.

But he also has the necromancer named Gray.

Everyone was captured by him, and the communicator naturally belonged to him.

But until he learns to disguise his soul from Lloyd, he can't go to the underworld to be a kid yet.

Andre knew this, so he shook his head decisively:

"I do not know."

dong dong!

Feodor knocked on the table: "You can know."

Andre: "That...may have something to do with the Necromancer - I guessed it."

"You guessed it right."

Feodor glared at his son, put away his things and prepared to leave.

When he reached the door, he suddenly turned around and said, "The one you gave me last time..."

Andre: "Nuramu."

Feodor: "Yes, Nuramu, it's very useful. I have recommended it to the temple. They plan to set up a special research institution for these strange beasts. Do you have any suitable candidates to recommend?"

Andre was stunned, and the words Heine said before he left suddenly echoed in his ears——

"Why don't you forget me! Don't forget that my skeleton is contracted to Alpha!"

Then, there is the terrible banishment technique released by that terrible skeleton.

He seemed to be able to recall Chirrut's desperate eyes when he was controlled.

Feodor: "Andre?"

"Yes, I am."

Andre came back to his senses, and after thinking for a while, he suddenly said:

"Father, is it possible for the temple to cooperate with the McCalla Mountain Area?"

Feodor's eyebrows suddenly knitted together.

"That countryside? This is the third time I've heard it recently... The first time was Barry Gitiller's experimental notes, and the second time was the wooden material replacement plan for the floating city sent by Godreau City. In my memory, isn’t that a countryside where even ‘haunted’ would be ridiculed by the Velitas? How come it suddenly...has such a sense of existence? Has the Four-Nation Pact been revoked? When did it happen?”

"The Four-Nation Convention is always there, but we are the only ones who abide by it honestly."

Andre said helplessly, and then told the "violations" of other races one by one.

“...So, while the magic network is now paralyzed and the lords there are actively showing their kindness, can we consider cooperation?

"I heard that the progress of the temple in spiritual science depends on the notes of Barry Gitiller, and his descendants are there. The strange beasts are essentially twisted wills from the underworld, and our research in this area is far less than If the Velitas don't catch up yet..."

Feodor looked shocked.

He was both shocked that they had been deceived for so long, and also surprised that his son would take the initiative to bring up such a thing.

"Your proposal is very good, I will report it."