Palm Dragon

Because Adrian was going to stay in Pagrama, so his 'master' - (he was not used to it and didn't want to admit the title) also stayed with him as a matter of course.

So Werther had no choice.

Unlike the country dragon who is full of curiosity about everything, Werther is used to staying away from the crowd and wandering alone in places with research value.

Perhaps different necromancers have different views on the concept of 'places of research value', such as dark swamp, warcraft cemetery or jungle forbidden area or many other places.

But Werther was sure it would not include noisy taverns, bustling streets and famous tourist attractions.

So the young necromancer was a little maladapted to the current situation, and began to move closer to the otaku who stayed at home.

But he is not idle.

He spends all his time thinking.

About that questionable grocery store and that equally questionable store manager.

He says he knows the key to bringing Eggsia back to life.

He said he was a businessman.

The value of the ancient forbidden art that has almost been lost may not be able to describe its value with specific figures.

On that night, Werther was mentally prepared for everything.

Since Eggsia's death, in order to collect everything he might need, he has sneaked into the palace treasury, defeated high-level monsters, and even hunted down important criminals in order to raise money and hide his identity—just for the huge reward.

Then he was forced to sign an unequal master-servant treaty with the devil.

In his opinion, he has to do all the most difficult, dangerous, and unfair things in the world for Eggsia's slim chance of being reborn, and he has no complaints about it.

He thought that there was nothing more difficult in the world to stop his determination.

So after confirming that the weird and mysterious man was telling the truth, he was ready for all costs.

Whether it's asking him to trade his life, empty a kingdom's treasury, or provoke a sleeping dragon, he's sure he won't be scared.

but……

The Necromancer recalled with a little chagrin.

In that dimly lit grocery store, the long-haired man with an exotic look spoke out his conditions.

"Use your strength to help me be a shop assistant."

Werther, who had planned everything, was a little overwhelmed.

He wasn't sure what Lee meant.

Li smiled and narrowed his narrow eyes even more, "It's not difficult for you, is it? Just like your little guy... Ah, but I hope to get a human form, otherwise the cute rabbit can't help me organize the warehouse Or make tea."

Werther's expression turned cold. "Sorry if you're joking, I don't really appreciate humor."

"I'm not joking." Li seemed to have only a smile on his face: "Look. I'm the only one in the store, and I've needed staff for a long time."

And after that?

After that, I seemed very angry, thinking that Li was teasing him...

then……

The memory ends.

The necromancer pulled the ear of the bone with milk in his arms depressedly.

The little guy Li said was milk.

Splicing together the bones that have lost their souls, reattaching the souls to these bones, giving them the ability to act and think.

That is to say, even if the milk is shattered, as long as Werther keeps its soul, the bones of any dead rabbit can bring the milk back to life.

Milk was successfully produced by Werther before he officially became a Necromancer.

In other words, the price Li proposed was not so difficult that Werther could not imagine, but so easy that he could not imagine.

At this price, any necromancer can do it.

Since it is so simple, if there is a third person to witness what happened, he will be terribly puzzled.

Why didn't Werther just make one on the spot and deliver in exchange for what he wanted?

Isn't this what he desires wholeheartedly?

In fact, to put it simply, everything is due to the paranoia of the necromancer at work.

Werther is an orphan who was reviled and disliked by everyone since he was a child. Coupled with his growing experience of being discriminated against to the end and his own dark personality, he has become accustomed to seeing everything in the worst light.

He doesn't believe in luck, shortcuts, and everything that can be obtained without hard work.

So he was intimidated by Li's offer instead. ==...

To put it in simpler terms, he cannot get out of the dead end.

This awkward kid only believes in what is achieved through hard work.

He doesn't know that there is a more simple truth that more people believe in: it is a fool not to take advantage of it.

Having said that...

But many times wishes can overcome principles.

So the necromancer didn't believe what Li said, and spent two days in the room making a "hand" according to his requirements.

Even he himself was depressed by his contradictions.

Now the completed "manpower" is in his own space bag.

But he spent more time than fulfilling the conditions to hesitate about the authenticity of Li's words.

So when the long-haired shopkeeper saw the young necromancer pushing the door, it was already five days later.

Lee asked Werther to sit down and graciously closed the store door.

The necromancer had been brewing for almost a century before asking Li in a low voice if what he said that day was still effective.

Lee is a good businessman, and he patiently reassures his skeptical client that he means business.

The necromancer was silent again before placing a scroll in front of Li.

Li spread out the scroll, the symbols on it began to glow, and a tall skeleton figure slowly emerged from the air around them in clear silhouette.

Werther deliberately selected the remains of a robust adult man and attached the soul of a taciturn slave in his lifetime.

There is also a written contract on the scroll, and Li can become his master after signing his name.

Li expressed his satisfaction with his new employee and handed him a small wooden box as promised.

The box is new, with a hand-painted drawing inside.

Much like the one Werther himself had spent a long time working on, but with a few more key details that he could only dream of.

This kind of thing cannot be counterfeited. If you haven't seen the real thing, no clever necromancer can make up something similar.

Werther's hand holding the box couldn't help shaking.

He couldn't believe reality.

"Why?" Werther couldn't help it when he was about to leave.

"Exchange with that kind of thing..." This small piece of paper is more valuable than a mountain of gold to any Necromancer.

He could have made more stringent demands.

Li, who sent him to the door, smiled unchanged.

"I'm not a necromancer," he said. "To me, an unpaid clerk who doesn't complain about not taking days off is worth more than that."

After Li returned to the counter alone, he bent down and took out a well-preserved large envelope from the bottom drawer.

It has a postmark from the Holy Imperial Capital.

Li pulled out a piece of paper from the thick letter paper.

It was a portrait of Li in the same uniform as the people around him, and his black hair only covered his neck softly.

"He is really a very suspicious guest." Li smiled and smoothed the slightly wrinkled painting.

"Also," the shopkeeper, who made the necromancer unpredictable, smiled and said to the portrait in his hand: "If you don't give him a VIP discount, even if this guy is dead, he will jump out of the grave and beat me up." .”

After all, more than half of this thick stack of letter paper is to describe and show off this intelligent, sensitive, indifferent and persistent guest to himself in detail.

The senior painters in the sacred imperial capital have exquisite brushstrokes and high-grade paints. Even after such a long time, the young man laughing and touching Li's shoulders in the painting is still lifelike. His short golden hair is just like his smile. , as bright as the dazzling sun.