Something's wrong with my undead

Perpetual Castle.

The capital of the Solace Empire, the main body of the Void Fortress, now sleeps in the Dead City of Deathclaw Mountain.

At the same time, it was also the place where Heine had just returned from pretending to be a charlatan.

To be honest, he originally thought that Solace would answer with something like "I want to go to a dungeon".

After all, according to his observation, these old men are all reserve internet addicts.

But perhaps because he was a soul, he was able to resist the temptation.

Heine shook his head and said, "The Eternal Castle is too big. Even if you get all the nearly 50,000 contribution points by yourself, it still won't be enough."

"I can take my time."

Solace replied, his words carrying a heavy stubbornness.

But he should be very light...

"Music, painting, architecture, sculpture, I know a lot. I am the king of the Solace Empire and the only survivor of the ancient empire. I have the responsibility to leave it behind, even if it is just like you said, for future generations to judge."

After a pause, he continued, "I... I still remember many people. I remember how they looked before they were twisted and mutated. I remember their loyal appearance, but also the fear hidden deep in their hearts. It was only later that I realized, ha, these guys.

"So I want to restore this city and restore those guys. I know it's going to cost a lot of money, so I'm going to take my time until the day I'm no longer eternal."

Heine's expression gradually became serious.

what is this?

The Mad King's Confession?

Although he didn't say a word of regret, Heine still felt the other party's persistence.

A somewhat foolish persistence.

"Perhaps you shouldn't think of this as your own 'mission', but rather use the power of the group," Heine said.

"You mean asking others for contribution points?" Solace frowned. "But this is my capital, and they are George's people. Isn't this inappropriate?"

"What do you mean by asking others for it? That's called building together! How come you only think about yourself?"

Heine was speechless: "You must realize that your capital is in Deathclaw Mountain, and the 'Reconstruction of Eternal Castle' built here is Macara's virtual property, just like 'Reconstruction of Nebra', it is not in Fog Valley. You are the crucial blueprint provider, the chief designer, and completing it is Macara's task for you - do you understand?"

He thought he had said it plainly enough, but instead of letting it go, Solace became even more... alert?

"Are you going to turn my capital into Macara's?"

Heine: “What’s the problem?”

"But it's mine," Solace insisted. "It was, is, and always will be mine."

Heine was speechless for a moment.

Loudon said, "Suppose you have enough contribution points to restore that magnificent city, do you want to live in it alone and continue to be the king of a virtual city?"

Solace shook his head and said, "Of course not. I will invite everyone to come - no, in your words, it's called 'free and open'. I won't use it to earn contribution points, because I will kick out visitors I don't like at any time. This is my maximum sharing."

Loulton seemed to understand: "So, this city is still yours after all."

"Yes." Solace nodded. "I have also learned about your technology. The dragon souls separated from Ossidre and Flaos can be used as a carrier to accommodate this city. I have already given you the two daggers and Lakaz. This should be able to fulfill my last wish, right?"

Now Loudon was at a loss.

This old man actually has such a stubborn side - it should be said that this stubbornness has become a mark on his soul.

"Eternal Castle, you named it this in pursuit of eternity, right?"

Heine said slowly, "Even the strongest material will eventually be worn out. Similarly, as I said before, your current appearance cannot be 'eternal'. There will be a day when your consciousness will be erased. The same is true for the two dragon souls. Not to mention whether you can accumulate enough contribution points before then, just completing it is a huge project.

"But if you open up the task of building it as I said and let everyone participate, then neither of these will be a problem. At the same time, it will become a symbol of Macara, and will be passed down and continued forever with you, your empire, and your civilization. I think this is a kind of 'sustainability', what do you think?"

Solace was silent for a long time before he slowly said:

"I admit you almost convinced me, but I still want to try."

"Okay, I won't stop you, but you should really consider my plan for improving the entry. Sharing knowledge is always okay, right?"

"no problem."

Solace readily agreed.

...

After parting with Heine, Solace wandered in the other world.

The buildings outside the lord's mansion feel quite strange. Although messy, they have a spiritual feel.

The "mess" of many people is disordered and chaotic, but the "mess" before him, in his opinion, is a mess with a strong personal style.

In other words, this architect has something in his mind, but he doesn't know how to express it accurately, so he can only keep trying and slowly explore his own style through the accumulation of works.

Any master has to go through this process, but few can persevere to the end.

As he walked, he arrived at the Court of Holy Light.

As a master of necromancy, he is very different from today's "necromancers". His spells are more related to death rather than dead souls.

But the commonality of hating the Holy Light remains.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw a group of people emerging from the huge vortex at the door.

There is also a light curtain hanging in the air next to the vortex, with dense information on it.

Solace approached curiously.

He has this aura of "I don't need to worry about being embarrassed at all" and doesn't care about other people's attention wherever he goes.

This is completely opposite to the guy who is born with a sneaky look and looks at people from the side.

Therefore, these agents who had just been wiped out just took a glance and stopped interfering, and started to review the situation on the spot.

Solace looked at the screen, which listed the best scores in completing the "McKara Dungeon".

There are four columns in total, namely the professional group for teams and individuals, and the amateur group (non-professional group).

Among them, the professional team group occupies the largest area, and the first place is taken by the Holy Light Court. The slogan is written behind its name:

[The Holy Light Court is now recruiting 8-15 year old reserve Holy Light warriors with outstanding physical fitness, regardless of gender. Free Holy Light affinity physical examination is offered upon joining the group. Join us = champion! ]

The second line says "a mysterious organization", but anyone with a discerning eye knows who it is.

The note behind it is also an advertisement:

[We are always there, we are the uncrowned kings, you know who we are, come find us. ]

"interesting……"

After asking myKara, Solace quickly understood how this ranking came about.

He looked at the individual groups at the back.

The top three places in the professional group were occupied by familiar IDs.

No.1【？】: Advertising space for rent. The owner is not here, so Heine, the lord's staff, will collect it for you.

No.2 [Sa]: MagB recruitment order, no age or gender restrictions, anyone is welcome. For job seekers, please go to the Green Leaf Town Forest Shooting Range.

No.3 [Xia]: Go ahead, find the person in charge Todd, and the backup contacts Lavan and O'Florora.

Solace knew that these three were Heine's skeletons.

Now all three of them were sent north.

The fourth was a wood elf whose name he had only heard of.

No.4 [Linumu]: Requirements for trainee researchers in alfalfa garden: affinity for nature, level perception intensity; those who meet the requirements below can be considered volunteers.

Solace understood everything after seeing this.

As long as you achieve excellent results in the copy, you can leave what you want to say on it.

He now needs enough manpower to create entries, can he do this?

Solace understood everything at once.

It's just a simulated battle, why would he be afraid?

So, the former king quickly stepped into the vortex.

【Please select your group: professional group, amateur group? 】

[Note: Your combat record has not been detected. It is recommended to select: Amateur Group. ]

"What a joke!"

Solace snorted coldly: "Professional team!"

[You have been assigned to a professional group. The group does not affect the difficulty of the battle, but only affects the classification of results and system guidance. ]

[Skip the battle tutorial, experience mode, and strategy recommendations? ]

"Yes!"

[You are eager for a hearty battle, right? ]

[The entry level difficulty of the professional group has been automatically opened for you, advanced 1.]

【May you enjoy the battle. 】

A flash of white light appeared, and Solace entered the dungeon.

...

“…the details are pretty much like this. Don’t think of it as a simulation training, but as if you are really carrying out a mission. You only have one life!” Lawan concluded.

"Will we really be able to carry out a mission of this difficulty?" Someone murmured, "With an average of five-level elite totem masters who can work as a team, infiltrating Cangqiong City would be this difficult, right?"

Lavan: "What nonsense! This is only level 4. Did you know that the instructors are racing in pairs at level 20? They deleted the results just to encourage us."

"Instructor Xia deleted the results because we lost the joint military exercise, didn't he?"

Lavan: "Never mind. Anyway, he said before he left that if we don't surpass the Holy Light Court when he comes back, it will be over! If you don't want to be trained to death, then-"

Before he could finish his words, a white light flashed beside him and Solace appeared.

Everyone looked over there.

"Why so fast?"

This whisper reached Solace's ears accurately.

His face darkened and he entered the copy again, unwilling to believe it.

"I didn't expect that my strength would be restricted. This time it doesn't count."

...

Watching him disappear, Lavan said, "See, a soul of this age is working so hard. Do we have any reason to slack off? Pay more attention!"

"Yes!"

The group of young people were more or less encouraged, and entered the copy one after another.

……

At noon the next day, after Roger's anxious wait, he finally saw Solace's arrival.

"Mr. Solace, I thought you weren't coming."

He stepped forward to say hello, and then he had a vague feeling that the other person was...

Faded?

Solace looked not only duller, but also a little listless.

But he still managed to maintain basic etiquette and nodded.

"How do we get there?"

"As a soul, you can naturally move faster in the inner world..."

"No, that's not necessary." Solace refused.

Roger was stunned. There are actually souls who refuse such a thing?

You can't be feeling sorry for those few contribution points, right?

impossible.

It is absolutely impossible.

"I see, you must want to experience the charm of a public airship."

Roger sighed, "From what I know, there seem to be very few soul passengers on public airships."

The corner of Solace's mouth twitched, but he did not argue.

Roger had other things to do, so he asked Langdon to accompany Solace on the public airship.

They climbed up the tower next to the Silver Market and stood by the helipad waiting.

There were a dozen other people waiting with them, all casting curious glances at Solace.

There were two young agents among them, and the more they looked at them, the more familiar they seemed, and they couldn't help but whisper to themselves.

"Isn't this the uncle from yesterday? He just came out when we left."

"And then he went back in, didn't he?"

"Yeah, I don't know how the results are."

This conversation could not escape the sixth-level perception, so Solace slightly turned sideways, leaving his resisting back to the two people.

At 12 noon, the airship flew from the direction of the alfalfa garden and arrived at the Silver Market.

Looking at the huge airship, Solace was stunned for a moment.

Langdon explained: "This is an airship that the Lord seized from the Veritas who tried to invade us, and it is now used for public transportation in Macala.

“It sets out from here before dawn every morning, arrives at Rock Town at dawn, then Green Leaf Town, and finally heads east to the Land of Resurrection, which was formerly the Withered Scar.

"We arrive at the lumber mill near the Green Leaf Courtyard at 9 a.m., then head straight west and return to the alfalfa garden. We start again from here at noon. We have two shifts a day."

Solace listened quietly, and only spoke when it was time to board the ship and pay the fee:

“If it’s public transportation, why does it cost money?”

Langdon: "It's public transportation, so you have to pay for it. It's not the lord's private property. We all own it, so the maintenance and usage fees are shared by everyone who uses it."

Seeing that the other party still did not move, Langdon took the initiative to pay 1 contribution point for his fare.

Contribution points are now slightly inflated. Previously, this only cost 0.5 contribution points.

"Thank you."

Solace said calmly, without mentioning paying back the money.

Yesterday he was still a rich old man.

But after being addicted to the dungeon for a whole night and a morning, he had already contributed all the contribution points in his body to the dungeon.

Originally, it is not necessary to spend so much, because a normal person's soul will be exhausted after dying a few times.

But he is a soul body and can add money to replenish his soul essence at any time, so he dies several times more than others.

...

"Nothing, we'll just be colleagues from now on."

Langdon smiled and lowered his voice. "I wanted to ask you yesterday. As a dual-qualified researcher, you should know the inside story about the shipyard that Cuiye Court is going to open, right?"

Solace nodded.

Heine led his men to personally deal with the Veritas people coming from the south, and that caravan will arrive at the Green Leaf Court next.

The sawmill that had been built there in a joint venture with the elves and the Nice people was prepared for this moment.

The caravans of the Veritas people will bring the blue falcon eye stone from Eagle Eye Peak and use it with the elf-carved and enchanted bigleaf beech logs to create a new "light floating city".

"Roger asked us to open a new newspaper there. You will be the editor-in-chief, and I will be responsible for the newspaper's security and some of the physical work."

Security work?

Solace looked at him suspiciously.

Langdon blushed. “I mainly protect important information and printing equipment. Besides, I have some personal connections.”

He then started to talk about how he had gone deep into the Whispering Woods on the "Rescue" and saved many elven refugees.

Many of the people he helped stayed in the new district in Cuiye Court and became workers in the sawmill, so it was perfect for him to run a newspaper in the local area.

As he listened to Langdon's narration, Solace looked up at the sky.

The airship flew high in the sky, and the air currents rubbed against the windbreak, making a buzzing sound.

——Humans save the elves, and then the two sides become friends.

——What about the latter’s beliefs?

He doesn't understand.

Thinking about the fact that he was about to witness the spread of the Holy Light Doctrine and the preaching to the elves, Solace became even more curious.