Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

"You are the person Lambert is looking for? The Necromancer who lives in seclusion on the border of St. Valen?!!"

Black and White, who were invited to the castle study alone, looked at each other with a little surprised expression. When they followed the Halrow Chamber of Commerce into the wasteland territory, they did hear that the owner of this pioneering leader was a fiefdom with the identity of a spellcaster. Lord, and the level should not be low.

The observations in the following days also showed that there were indeed many activities of spellcasters and magic apprentices in this pioneering territory. This is obviously a prosperous ancestral land that an ancient wizard family has run for generations, but its geographical location is slightly more Just a secret and low-key one.

Harvey generously displayed the letter insignia I received before to the two necromancers, "It was not long after Lambert headed to the Evil Moon Mountains that we suddenly disconnected. Before that, we had been in frequent contact from Uninterrupted.”

White smiled bitterly, "It's really a shame. Lambert seems to have miscalculated your family background and personal strength. He actually asked us to come and find you and take you there while ensuring your personal safety..."

Not to mention anything else, the magic consultants under the lord did not hide their identity as a high-level spellcaster at all, and they were most likely to be a powerful combat mage.

It was as ridiculous as if a salted fish asked two mice to come from all the way to protect a few lions.

Black was obviously straightforward and asked in confusion: "But... Lambert told me clearly that the close friend he was looking for was the necromancer! But you...sorry, I can't even feel the slightest bit of ease in you. The magic of death…”

That's because I am not doing my job... Harvey silently complained in his heart.

"Haha, you don't have to doubt you, because I have practiced multiple spell casting factions, so I cannot strictly count as a pure undead spellcaster... However, the friendship between me and Mr. Lambert for many years is really done No fake ones are allowed."

Practice magic... There are high-level spell casters under your command to serve, and they also have such a prosperous and pioneering territory. It is said that the Lord has also raised a large number of private soldiers, just the bloodlines that were guarding the hall just now As a warrior entourage, you can see that his strength cannot be underestimated.

It seems that the other party’s true identity must be an incredible genius trained as a successor in a secret ancient wizard family.

Thinking of this, the two undead mages had a thought almost at the same time - fortunately, they had not done any offensive behaviors in their territory these days, otherwise they would have been unable to escape unscathed.

"Lord, since all the causes are the imaginations of this guy Lambert, what we came here this time has become a complete misunderstanding. In addition to expressing our sincere apology, we will also leave your territory immediately. I'll give you extra trouble..."

Harvey waved his hand and said, "Slowly! I think you two may not be able to leave me for the time being..."

Black's heart tightened, his palms hidden in his sleeves clenched his fists unconsciously, and said nervously: "Your Excellency, based on the friendship between you and Lambert... Can't we forgive us for hiding our identities this time and sneaking into your territory secretly Is it an offensive move?”

These people from ancient wizard families do attach great importance to wizard traditions and rules and etiquette, and probably regard the behavior of the two of them as a serious offense and insult...

The two of them exchanged their eyes repeatedly, their minds quickly thinking about how to get out safely.

Four blood warriors standing by the wall in the study were staring at each other, and outside the door, they could clearly sense the unconcealed magical pressure of a high-level spellcaster... The magic consultant downstairs, Mr. Duncan, who was leisurely drinking tea, must be Always pay attention to the every move of the two people meeting the lord alone.

Harvey was stunned for a moment before he realized that he had misunderstood the other party and quickly explained: "No, no, no! I am not trying to use force to detain you or punish you, hahaha! I am asking you to be with me more Staying around for a few days, I will prepare the gift I gave to Lambert, and then leave with my reply. This... is not a difficult task for you, right? "

Uh... It was the turn of the two necromancers to be stunned on the spot.

"Okay... OK, we're very happy to forward...the gift and reply to Lambert..."

...

After nightfall, Harvey pulled Asdarren and Chris into the laboratory underground of the castle for a while.

"Sir, what is this gift specially prepared for your...student?" Chris was wearing a protective mask covering his head on his head, holding a "magic power cast in Mitsunian all over his body" Welding gun”, carefully engraved with magic runes on a huge rectangular wooden box.

Asdaren lowered his head and quickly assembled something on the metal lab bench, but he was not idle. "Sir, obviously, let us divide the work and complete part of the gift... Chris, what you have at hand, I think I'm making gift boxes! ”

Harvey laughed and didn't explain anything. Chris was stunned for a moment, and took off the mask on his head and said in surprise: "Sir, Mr. Asdaren guessed it right? Such a big gift box? Is this going to be put in What kind of thing is going inside!”

It is definitely not some kind of powerful and weird magic weapon. After all, it is not reasonable from the perspective of "packaging specifications". If it is such a large magic weapon, I am afraid that only dragon clans and giants can use it in hand, and... if you give something, you will get something. Why The packaging box also needs to be engraved with runes, and the magic tools inside will not become a spirit and escape by themselves.

etc! Become a sting...

Chris slapped his forehead and said proudly: "Sir! I seem to guess what the gift you are going to give!"

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

Asdaren stood up in confusion and looked at Chris like a fool, "What's hard to guess? Such a big box is naturally a magic motorcycle that can be disassembled and assembled into it! Didn't the adults say that? His close friend is currently suffering from political persecution and is in the process of fleeing. Sending a magic sport that is fast moving is simply a timely help!”

Harvey had just drunk the hot tea in his mouth and squirted it out in one sip...

Chris shook his head confidently and retorted: "No, right! If the magic motorcycle wants to continue running, it must use our unique liquid magic energy. Unless the adults continue to send energy to the other party, otherwise they will I can only watch this heavy alchemy vehicle lying on the spot..."

He laughed and approached Harvey and said proudly, "Sir, since your friend is a necromancer, I think... you must have planned to give him a fusion of the corpse puppet and the alchemy body... the deceased... Alchemy puppet, right?”

Harvey then squinted his eyes and smiled, "Chris's brain is still spinning faster, but you can only guess half of it..."

The gift he prepared for Lambert was not just an undead alchemy puppet.

But what is certain is that when the other party receives this gift he has carefully prepared, he will be so surprised that his chin will fall to the ground.