Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

"Lord, the leader of the Harro Harbor Chamber of Commerce from the Principality of Cornwall, is now asking to see you outside the castle."

Today is the last day of the three-day commercial exhibition. Most of the chambers of commerce that came to attend the meeting received satisfactory purchase orders and left the wasteland one after another and returned to the southern border.

Even the Longshi Chamber of Commerce, which had just signed a pharmaceutical specialty cooperation with Harvey, said goodbye to Harvey early in the morning and left the city.

In addition to this Harro Port Chamber of Commerce...

Duncan, a high-level illusionist who was sitting on the sofa in the study and had a great chat with Harvey, slowly retrieved his just-detached alchemy prosthetic arm from the coffee table, and completed the installation skillfully.

"Lord, this is what Melissa and Jin have been focusing on it, and they found that there was a chamber of commerce hidden in the caravan that the caster secretly..."

Harvey nodded. As early as the first day when these chambers of commerce arrived at the pioneering leadership, he received detailed surveillance information from the Eye of Illusion and the Astrology - most chambers of commerce teams do have some extraordinary people. It is normal for a blood warrior of power. After all, the heads of major chambers of commerce in the southern border are here in person. Although the Dragon Stone Chamber of Commerce is recommended as a credibility, it is necessary to ensure their own personal safety.

But the situation is very special in this Harro Harbor Chamber of Commerce. There are two spell casters disguised as ordinary servants and staff hidden in the team. Although the Eye of the Illusion is only monitoring the distance and cannot accurately lock it, the magic power fluctuates from its body. To judge the strength of the rank, it is at least the casting level above the middle level.

It is not uncommon for the Chamber of Commerce to support casters as consultants and bodyguards, but a small and unknown chamber of commerce can install two intermediate or above spellcasters in a caravan, and they are sneaking and dare not show them publicly. It is worthy of doubt.

"Did the leader of the Halro Chamber of Commerce come alone to ask for a visit...or did he bring his entourage?"

"Sir, I brought two followers and didn't find any weapons."

Duncan chuckled, "They are so brave! Don't you know that this is the territory of the caster? You dare to come here so rudely to ask for a meeting..."

Under the same rank, foreign spellcasters who want to pay homage to local indigenous magicians have always needed to follow the traditional etiquette of ancient wizards, disclose their identity and present their magic seal as a prayer letter in advance, and wait until they receive it here. Only after the host responds to the invitation letter can he visit politely.

Otherwise, such a sneaky act of touching into the other party's territory's nest is no different from public provocation, and it is a great insult to the territory's owner.

The Eye of Illusion politely pushed open the door of the study, bowed to Lord Harvey and Teacher Duncan, and asked, "Lord, teacher, Melissa and I are in the first floor hall. Do we need to drive them directly. Let's go? Or... cooperate with the Lord's blood warrior to arrest them and question them? "

Duncan supported himself with one hand, his heavy metal body slowly stood up from the sofa, stroked his chest and bent down to salute Harvey, "Lord, the other party's rude provocation is not worth your response in person, so it's better to let him go. Melissa and I went down, and taught them some lessons directly, and detained them first, how about you deal with it?"

Harvey waved his hand and shook his head. He didn't dare to let the illusion master who had undergone alchemy body transplant surgery take action for him. This was in his lord castle, a illusion master with steel was used. With magic, I'm afraid the castle ceiling can make a big hole in him.

"No need, Mr. Duncan, I have never cared about the red tape of the ancient tradition. Since the other party has always been under our strict surveillance, and has not had any evil behavior in the past few days... I invited them to do so. The Chamber of Commerce partners should give them basic face. Since you have something to ask me to see me alone, then go down and meet them together."

Nympho

"Mr. Reynolds, other chambers of commerce have left one after the exhibition. I wonder what you are saying about coming to ask for a meeting?" Harvey sat in the top of the castle living room, holding a teacup and asked leisurely, holding a teacup. .

The two high-level Eyes of Illusion and Astrology stand by each other, while their teacher Duncan sat on the chair on the left side of the lower head, facing Harvey with disdain, and did not ask for the three standing in the hall to see each other. What's the good face?

A group of blood warriors stood in several rows on both sides of the castle's living room carrying magic guns, staring at the visitors who were coming, revealing unconcealed hostility and alertness.

Reynolds, the leader of the Harro Harbor Chamber of Commerce, looked a little pale. He took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. After bowing his head to salute Harvey, he said tremblingly: "Lord, please forgive our presumptions and I’m rude, really… I’m really entrusted by someone, I want to find someone in your territory…”

"Oh?" Harvey narrowed his eyes and said in surprise, "You are the second best to do business this time. Is your real purpose actually looking for someone?"

His mind was spinning rapidly, and he thought carefully about the fact that after he moved to the wasteland, most of the wasteland refugees who were taken in were local wasteland refugees. Except for the slightly sensitive mixed-type elf Egno, there was no other person worthy of the other party's journey from thousands of miles away. Come find it.

Could it be that some person with a noble status who mixed in the group of refugees in the southern border and accidentally entered his territory for refugees?

"Who are you looking for? What is his specific identity? And how did you come to my territory? What about his name?"

Harvey's continuous questioning made Reynolds, who was already frightened, even more panicked. He took out a letter stamped with the seal from his arms and held it in his hands. "Please... forgive me, Lord Lord, I... I don't know the real name of that person at all. The Lord who entrusted me to find someone, gave me a strange magic letter, and Instructed that only by finding the one...he personally cracked the secret contract in the letter can he see the contents of the letter."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

The captain of the guard who received the letter was about to bow and hand it over to the lord Harvey, but suddenly he heard the other party say that it was a magic letter stamped with a secret, worried that there was something strange trap hidden in it. He immediately widened his eyes and used his bloodline talent "weakness insight" and checked the thin envelope back and forth several times, like a humanoid security check machine.

But Harvey said, "I am frank, it is not too likely that you can find your goal in my territory with just a letter and a client who has no knowledge of your origin... There is a lot of life here. There are more than 20,000 people, I can't let them all give up their daily work and production tasks and come to test and crack this secret letter."

Although these words meant to refuse to help, they were open and honest to the other party, which immediately made President Reynolds speechless.

Among the two people who were standing behind him and remained silent, one of them could not control his temper and stepped forward and stood up two steps, "Lord, the person we are looking for is a living in Saint Wah all the time hiding his identity. The... Necromancers on the border of Lun! Based on the discrimination and unfair treatment of this faction by you orthodox spellcasters, he should be reluctant to take the initiative to identify himself and live openly here, so... please allow us to enter and exit yours freely The territory, look for his traces as much as possible!”

ah? The Necromancer? Always living near Jackdaw Town? Not willing to reveal your identity on your own initiative?

As far as he knew, in addition to the Mage Anthony who had moved here early to Daus, there were two formally registered members of the Federation who were summoned to the Evil Moon during the first evil orc invasion. The mountains have gone to serve.

Why didn't he know that there was a mysterious necromancer walking with him in the border area where he had been living for three or four years?