The Charles Becomes a Wizard

There was still a hint of laughter in his voice, but the words he said made Lucius feel like he was falling into an icy cave.

This unremarkable-looking man is the god of death.

They are a higher level existence than Muggles and wizards.

Lucius suddenly realized this clearly.

Although Lucius didn't know much about Death, he was very good at observing people's expressions.

He could tell at a glance.

Undertaker had no ill intention when he said these words. He was just stating his thoughts at the time. He was simply curious and wanted to conduct research, as if humans were nothing more than objects that he could manipulate at will.

Undertaker's actions may seem very cruel to humans, but to him it is just a game that he thinks of to amuse himself in his spare time. He does not care about the "necessary losses" in the game, and he does not empathize with humans' thoughts, just as humans do not try to explore the thinking of ants.

It truly fulfills the saying: "What does it have to do with you if I destroy you?"

What makes Lucius even more uneasy is that there is not only one god of death in this world.

He didn't know if there was anyone in that group who had the same idea as Undertaker.

if......

Lucius didn't dare to think about it any further, because no matter how much he thought about it, the reality would not change.

If the spell that creates the Inferi was really created by the Undertaker, then he must have lived for at least several hundred years.

In the past hundred years, so many brilliant wizards have failed to notice the undertaker's tricks. Lucius doesn't think that the now weakened wizarding world can resist the undertaker's various "experiments".

So he forced himself to control his thoughts and suppressed all his complicated emotions in his heart.

The exquisite carvings on the snake staff hurt his palms, and Lucius's face looked gloomy with his eyelids half closed.

"Even if someone else's soul will never belong to you, even if you become a walking corpse without a self, you will still want to take everything you don't have from others." Undertaker looked at Regulus with his yellow-green eyes, and he curled his lips to reveal an unexpectedly gentle smile. "Pathetic and greedy."

"Humans are really very interesting creatures..."

"Are all those corpses you..." Charles looked at Undertaker steadily, his face looked very ugly.

"Ah," Undertaker raised his eyebrows lazily. "Didn't I tell you that I haven't seen this person before?"

"It's been a long time since I created this kind of zombie." Undertaker walked slowly to Regulus' side, stretched out his pale, bloodless fingers, gently lifted his chin and looked at him carefully.

"Seriously speaking, the Yin corpse you mentioned is actually a failure."

"Being afraid of sunlight and fire is simply not the same as being a real human being."

Undertaker retracted his finger and said with regret: "It's really too fragile and doesn't meet my expectations, so I won't waste any more time on this."

"If it wasn't you, then how could these things have survived for so many years?"

"Young Master, don't you already know why they exist?" Undertaker tilted his head.

"Many years ago, I accidentally lost a few pages of my experimental records."

The pair of yellow-green eyes drooped slightly, and his laughter became sharp again: "Hahahaha, these zombies were summoned by the little wizards themselves!"

After meeting Ciel's shocked gaze, he suddenly covered his stomach with both hands and laughed crazily. "Hahahahaha, hahahahahaha, humans are truly the greatest existence!"

"I have never been disappointed."

"Mr. Undertaker," Lucius suddenly interrupted the Undertaker's arrogant laughter. The veins on his arm holding the snake staff were throbbing, but his face remained calm. "Can you restore Regulus to his original state?"

"Ah, isn't it good to keep it like this?"

"Skin as white as a candle, no longer quarreling, no longer lying, much more beautiful than when he was alive, right?"

Ciel frowned tightly: "It's really disgusting."

"Haha, so much time has passed, and the young master still can't appreciate this kind of beauty? He is still a child after all!"

"That's enough! Just tell us the answer."

"Well, Butler should know this, right?" Undertaker rolled his eyes, his cold gaze shifting from Lucius to Sebastian. "The fact that he is dead."

"Indeed, I have never sensed his soul before." Sebastian analyzed calmly, pinching his chin with one hand.

"How could that be?" Lucius asked hastily. "Regulus clearly still has his own thoughts..."

If Regulus could not be restored, the things the Dark Lord had lost might never be found.

Putting aside the fact that the Malfoy family might be blamed by the Dark Lord, Lucius actually hoped that the Dark Lord could complete his soul as soon as possible.

If there is really no way to remove the slave brand on his arm, Lucius still hopes that the person he follows is a calm and rational king, rather than a madman who falls into madness from time to time.

"Since the little wizard has worked very hard just now, how about I tell you the reason?" Undertaker staggered back to the counter and took out a gray urn from under the counter.

Pale white fingers reached in and pinched out a biscuit baked in the shape of a bone from the urn.

"Young master, would you like a biscuit?" The biscuit in his mouth made a crisp sound, and the urn was handed to Charles.

The corners of Charles' mouth twitched and he rejected him without hesitation: "No, thanks."

"Undertaker, you said you conducted several experiments before," Xia Dun paused and suppressed the discomfort in his heart and continued: "What are the results of the experiments? Can you also "create" a being like him?"

"What the hell is that?" Undertaker took out another cookie and played with it in his hand.

"This question is a paid content. The reward the little wizard just gave is not enough."