Dancing is not allowed on the grave

The little undead were not frightened by Syl, each of them grabbed his hand and ran towards the cemetery patter.

Syl rubbed his sleepy eyes and caught a glimpse of dark purple plants in the vegetable field, like purple cabbage, but smaller.

He knelt down and observed this strange plant for a moment, and impatiently poked his hand out of curiosity, the flowers and leaves swayed twice like a mimosa, gradually blooming, and a black tassel emerged from the stamen, with a dark purple bell hanging from the end , sending out weak magic fluctuations.

"This is the dead bell plant. Its fruit can drive away the undead." Lancelot explained Syl's doubts, and bent down to pick off the ear of a dead bell plant.

The big pale hand shook twice, and the bell made a crisp sound. Attracted by the sound of the bell, the little ghost tried to reach it, but Lancelot was too high, they had already jumped to the limit height, and they were still short of With a large distance.

Searle: "?"

Are you sure this thing is not a cat teaser?

Lancelot seemed impatient to play with the children, and handed the dead bell-flower to Searle after the demonstration.

The moment his fingers touched, Searle flinched, and the entire knuckle was frozen by the cryogenic temperature, making him unconscious.

"Why are your hands so cold, as if..." It's like you've been dead for a long time.

Syl swallowed back the words in time, and his eyes fell on Lancelot's knuckles.

Those hands are not only pale, but also faintly blue.

"I practice ice magic." Lancelot explained, "Because the body is elemental, the temperature will be lower than ordinary people."

"……so."

On the way to Karami Town yesterday, Syl heard from Lancelot that magicians are very rare and honorable in Rosella.As long as they are born with elemental affinity, even if they are born in the lowest commoner family, they can enter the noble magic academy to receive education.

When he heard about this, Syl still had some expectations for his magical talent, but Lancelot extinguished his enthusiasm with one sentence-"Your Highness, even a child with extremely high talent, if he has not acquired it since childhood If you cultivate it, your elemental affinity will all disappear after you reach adulthood."

Magical elements only like children, they will not get close to adults.

Syl scratched his head, dispelling the idea of ​​using a magic hammer to blow Baron Mace's dog's head: "Okay."

Now, according to Lancelot, the butler of the cemetery is actually an ice magician?

"Yes." Lancelot was watched by Syl's earnest gaze, and said softly, "However, the ranks of magicians are strictly divided. In Rosella, Holy Light magicians have a higher status than ordinary elemental magicians, and elemental magicians also have higher status. They are divided into apprentices and trainee mages, and after that are the junior, intermediate, and advanced mages who really step into the palace of magic, the great magister and the highest level of magic god."

On the road of magic, there is a big difference every step of the way. An apprentice mage is far stronger than ten apprentice magicians, and their strength and status are completely different.

Junior magicians can sit on an equal footing with nobles, but apprentice magicians and trainee mages can only get the right to be selected first when nobles recruit followers.

So - Mr. Steward is still at the level of an apprentice or trainee.

In short, it doesn't sound very powerful, and I guess it can't beat Mace's followers.

But it doesn't matter.

Syl raised his hand and patted the shoulder of Lancelot, who was higher than his head, as a sign of encouragement, "Then you have to work hard, and strive to become a junior magician as soon as possible, so that we can smash the dog's head of Baron Mace."

Lancelot: "..."

"You are right, I will try my best."

After confirming that the dead bellflower fruits were not edible, Syl decided to exchange them for currency.

According to Lancelot, this fruit is the material used by necromancers to drive the dead, and it can usually be sold for a hundred gold coins on the black market.

Combined with what he mentioned before, rounding up a fruit is worth a month's expenses of an ordinary family, which is completely expensive.

Syl rubbed his hands together, counting the number of dead bellflowers, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Not to mention why the seed left to him by the old vegetable farmer grew such a strange thing, and it bloomed and bear fruit in one night. The maturity of this plant is too fast?

"The environment of the cemetery is special." Lancelot said, "The plants planted here will mutate to varying degrees."

"For example, the growth cycle is shortened, the seedlings are polluted, and they grow into other plants..."

Syl was stunned, and picked up a dead bell plant, "So what was it originally?"

"The dogtail," said Lancelot.

"..."

All right, as long as you can sell it for money.

Searle recalled the letter saying that some kind of unbelievable and unknown power was buried in the ground—perhaps it was because of this power that strange phenomena such as resurrection of the dead and plant mutation appeared in the cemetery.

So - what's hiding in the ground?Will it always be Cthulhu?

He stared at the dark soil and fell into thought. Lancelot somehow brought a mask with black feathers at the end.

"Traders and buyers who trade in the black market need to wear a mask." The man explained and put it on for him, brushing his cheeks with soft black feathers and cold fingers.

Searle dodged subconsciously, "itch."

Lancelot snapped his fingers and looked up at him.

"I mean—" he coughed and changed the subject, "Do you have to go to the black market?"

Searle learned from the housekeeper that the black market is full of shady transactions, and everyone is a desperado who is frantically tempting on the edge of breaking the law. There is no justice or bottom line at all, and getting stabbed in the middle of a transaction is also a common occurrence. thing.

All in all very dangerous.

"Of course." Lancelot adjusted the position of the mask for him, only revealing the beautiful eyes and chin.

"If you sell things related to necromancer magic in the market of ordinary towns, you will be treated as black sellers."

"Black dealer?" Syl tilted his head, "What will happen?"

"Escort the Holy See of Holy Light to the gallows."

Syl's neck felt cold: "Forget it, let's go to the black market."

Seeing his confession, Lancelot smiled and comforted him: "Your Highness, don't be afraid, I will protect you."

"Advanced magicians usually don't appear in the black market, they send followers to trade, and the people who haunt there are generally middle and low-level magicians."

but--

Syl scratched his head: "Mr. Steward, aren't you an apprentice mage?"

Possibly just an apprentice?

"Oh." Lancelot folded his fingers and covered his mouth and coughed, as if he just remembered that he still has the character of a magician's apprentice. "Yes."

Searle: "???"