Dancing is not allowed on the grave

[Achievement: Birth of Life]

[Unlocked Talent: Breeding Mastery]

[You can upgrade by allocating points through the talent page. 】

[Unlocked construction: Farm]

Syl opened the parchment map to look at it, then put it aside, and carefully studied the little creature in front of him.

The young bird was wet, its sparse feathers were stuck together, and it was still impossible to tell what kind of bird it was, but judging from the dark red coat color, it didn't look like some kind of animal that symbolized peace.

"Could this be..." Melotti thought of something, but she wasn't sure.

The young bird tilted its head and was combing its feathers with its bright yellow beak, when it was caught and lifted by a bandaged hand.

Hades swallowed at the bewildered little bird, "Roast pigeon!"

Searle: "?"

Where is the red dove?

Besides, even pigeons can be raised to deliver letters.

The distance between Karami and Nathaniel is too far. If there is a bird as a messenger, there is no need to travel so far to contact the wolf king.

However, before Syl could stop him, Hades threw the little guy into the stove surrounded by the black fence on the red brick wall.

The fire was raging, and the young bird, whose feathers hadn't fully grown, was scorched black in an instant. The little bird fluttered its wings, but failed to fly, and was swallowed by the flames.

"..."

The other three people present looked at Hades, and they all had the urge to push him to the ground and beat him up violently.

Just as Melotti stood up, she suddenly heard a loud bird song coming from the stove.

"Wow—"

Brilliant, illusory red wings spread out behind the young bird. It flapped its wings and flew out of the flames, hovering over the living room... With a "crack", it dropped a lump of bird droppings on Hades' head.

The baby bird landed steadily on Searle's shoulder, and the light wings dissipated.

Searle stretched out his fingers and held the little guy in front of him.

When it was thrown in, it was wet all over. I don't know if the water was evaporated by the flames, or for some other reason, but now it looked much more beautiful, with a faint dark red luster on the feather tail.

It tilted its head, and its black eyes looked at Syl, as if it was spiritual.

Syl was amused by its appearance, his eyes were bent into beautiful crescents, and he scratched the little guy's head with his fingers.

The young bird fluttered its wings: "Coo."

【Congratulations on getting an epic follower: Phoenix】

[Description: A fire-type spiritual bird that can be healed and even reborn in the flames. 】

Syl: "..." The bird hatched with the duck is actually the same level as the wolf king.

In the ancient legends of Lothra, the dragon represents the storm, the silver snow fox represents the frost, and the flame represents the phoenix.

It is recorded in the Codex of Flame that if you add phoenix feathers when smelting and enchanting equipment, the purity and power of the flame can be greatly improved.There was a saying in the magic academy in ancient times: Every fire magician should have a phoenix.

However, the phoenix is ​​somewhat similar to the silver snow fox. Its combat power was not strong when it was a cub, and it could only fly with the flame light wings that consumed mana, and it was not even capable of delivering a letter.

So in the end Syl raised the young phoenix with the ducklings.

The breeding farm is built in the west of the cemetery. On one side, there is a soft grass nest for ducklings as a residence, surrounded by a wooden fence, and on the other side is built with stones, where lambs and pigs are raised.

However, within two days of raising it, the cemetery owner realized that something was wrong.

The original snow-white lamb mutated into a black goat, and the pig turned into a black pig.

The ducklings mutated into black swans with slender necks, which has no scientific reason at all.

What bothered him the most was the cub of the phoenix. After spending two days with the ducks, the little duck turned into a swan. It was still walking unsteadily. No matter how it looked, it looked like a red-haired duck. rare and noble.

In the end, Searle specially built a golden birdcage for the little guy in the red house, so as not to let it go further and further in a strange direction.

The nut wall has been repaired, like a row of chubby, loyal guards guarding the cemetery, and the windmill grass slowly rotates, blowing a cool evening breeze.The moon hangs low in the night sky, and the cubs are pacing in the breeding ground. If their weird species and appearance are ignored, the scene in the cemetery can even be called warm at this time.

This weird place finally has the look it should have in a business venue.

As soon as Syl had this idea, he heard strange movements from the cemetery not far away.

Crosses and tombstones had already been installed in the 52 tombs, and the surrounding area of ​​the cemetery had also been repaired neatly. However, at this time, the flat soil bulged, and tiny particles of mud burst out.

Under the thin moonlight, Syl saw a blue-gray hand protruding from the soil, fingers struggling to hold onto the ground, protruding the entire arm, followed by a head, the entire upper body...

The body that he had buried himself crawled out of the coffin.

One after another, noises were heard from other graves.

Syl thought that the corpse plague had made a comeback, and before he had time to run away, he was swiped by a pop-up prompt.

【Congratulations on getting a new normal-level follower: Luke】

[Unlocked Illustration: Common Undead]

[Description: Undead creatures without intelligence can do some simple physical work. With the improvement of level and experience, some memories and thinking ability of life may be restored. 】

[Congratulations on obtaining a new normal-level follower: Laura]

【Congratulations on getting a new normal-level follower: Eric】

……

In just a few minutes, Syl transformed from a bare-handed commander into a cemetery master with 52 subordinates who can dispatch undead entourages.

He was dazed for a while, and suddenly remembered that several seniors had said that the environment of the cemetery is special, and the corpses buried here will mutate by themselves and become undead.

Different from the undead of the townspeople who disappeared before, when these undead mutated, Syl was already the owner of the cemetery, so they automatically became Syl's followers and obeyed his orders.

Searle: "..."

What's wrong with this, I wanted them to bury them in peace, but they all turned into undead, what would their family members think when they came to visit the grave?

The undead were already staggering towards him, forming a phalanx in front of Searle crookedly, as if they were waiting for the master to give an order.

Searle turned to look for Lancelot, and they followed behind, a crowd of people, and it looked a little bit spectacular.

"Mr. Lancelot..." Searle ran all the way back to the red house, panting and opened the door, Melotti was playing with the little bird in the golden cage, when she heard the movement and looked back, she took a big step back in fright .

"What's going on? Corpse plague?"

Hades was stewing broth, and when he heard that the plague was coming again, he immediately moved the sofa to block the door.

The undead were blocked outside the door. They had no intention of attacking now, but wandered outside the house, wanting to get close to their master.After a while, the latticed windows were filled with the faces of undead with rolled-up eyes and gray skin, staring longingly at Syl in the center of the living room. The picture was once horrifying.

"Your Highness, don't worry." Lancelot comforted softly, "They will return to their coffins before dawn."

Syl was horrified: "Then let them stick on the window like this all night??"

Lancelot touched his chin, "His Royal Highness doesn't want to send them to do things, that's all."

"But they all died in this corpse epidemic, and now they have all become undead, and there will be no peace after death..."

"Things have become like this, Your Highness." Lancelot said in a deep voice, "Remorse is useless, instead of blaming yourself, why not think about how to arrange these undead, let them do something to improve their level, and have a certain ability to protect themselves .Otherwise, once they are discovered by the Holy See of the Holy Light, they will not simply die or become undead."

If a large number of dead spirits gather, the Holy See of the Holy Light will generally deal with them—use the Holy Light to wipe them out, not even the ashes will remain.

"Besides, it's not too bad to extend life in this way." After gaining experience and leveling up, ordinary undead have a chance to restore their memory and intelligence in life. If Syl can lead them to create a better life, this will Might as well be a good thing.

Even though Lancelot comforted him like this, Searle still felt guilty about it, but one thing Mr. Steward said was right, he must protect these undead spirits, and they must not be discovered by the Holy See of Light.

At present, the safest way he can think of is to find a place for them to live in the underground world—it just so happens that the affairs in the cemetery have been dealt with, and then Syl should go to the dungeon to fight monsters and upgrade.

To be precise, it is the return and rehabilitation of full-level players.

The undead didn't feel pain, and they didn't get tired. They stubbornly leaned on the window and stared into the living room, scaring Melotti and Hades so much that they couldn't eat meat anymore.

Under their strong protest, Syl finally sent the undead to grow vegetables, weed weeds, and feed the cubs.

At dawn the next day, the undead returned to their coffins to avoid the light to rest, while Syl got up early, equipped the Armor of Ashes and went to the dungeon.

They had cleared the first floor of the dungeon before, and Melotti had been staying here to spawn monsters, but for Syl, who had recovered a certain amount of combat power, the monsters here were too weak to stimulate his fighting instinct.

So he bought some torches and went straight to the center of the magic circle leading to the second floor of the dungeon.

Noah had mentioned before that there was a force blocking him, preventing him from digging deeper into the ground, but Syl encountered no obstacles at all.

As soon as he stepped into the center of the magic circle, the ground parted to one side, revealing a ladder leading deeper underground.

"Ta, tat..."

Surrounded by sticky darkness, the light of the torch could only illuminate the path under Syl's feet.

Suddenly, a gust of wind came from nowhere, pulling the flames and extinguishing them, until suddenly the whole world went dark, and only faint embers illuminated a wisp of green smoke.

The torches went out.

Hearing the sound of dense, rapidly approaching footsteps, Syl took a step back and drew the Judgment Sword from the back of his neck.