Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

"Lord, please allow us to go to the valley outpost to help your soldiers fight against the enemies who are robbing foreign races!"

After just three days of arrival at the pioneering world, the leaders of the Lambert family and the Necrotic Secretariat felt a little unable to sit still. After learning that Harvey's army was fighting against the evil orcs in the river valley more than a hundred miles away. , and quickly approached Harvey and took the initiative to ask for the fight.

It's really because the "big cake" Harvey painted them was too terrifying - a magic research institute dedicated to the undead spell casters, the supply of expensive and rare experimental instruments and magic materials, and the subsequent long-term safety protection for them. ...

Harvey put forward every condition, which was enough to make these undead mages so excited that they couldn't sleep at night. At the same time, they were always in a state of anxiety driven by "unworthy feeling", and always felt that they needed to pay for the lord immediately. Prove your worth.

Harvey raised his head hard from the mountains of documents piled up on his desk and comforted him: "You have just arrived here, can't you have a good rest? It's winter now, and the corpses of those evil orcs will not rot so quickly. I have asked the military headquarters to arrange for you to collect some fresh and complete... The special forces also try to capture some living prisoners for you during the daily patrol."

Siris's old face turned red and said quietly, "We were not planning to go for reinforcements for those corpse materials... but we are just doing nothing at the moment and always feel a little ashamed."

"Well... the caster is always idle, I understand." Harvey picked up the hot tea and took a sip. "The alchemy prosthetic body that accommodates the soul mark of the Lambert patriarch... The alchemy laboratory in the territory is still unable to do so. Manufacturing, I have written to the Alchemy Secret Society to hold them responsible for the casting of some parts and enchanted metals.”

He pointed to the table, thought about it and promised, "In about half a month, we can start the soul transfer experiment of Captain Lambert."

Councillor Prael said in surprise: "That's really great. We thought that such an incredible ritual experiment would require a long time to prepare for the ritual..."

Harvey nodded, then recalled some interesting stories about these undead mages when she had breakfast with her this morning. He couldn't help but ask, "I heard you live in." After the hotel in the Castle District... it seems that I have never been out? Are you not used to the cold weather in the wasteland? ”

Siris and Prael looked at each other with a little awkward expression. Finally, Siris coughed twice in a pretentious manner and explained slowly, "Lord, you know that we... are not very ordinary. The public's favor was originally a shame if they had hidden their identity... But you held a welcome banquet with great fanfare and promoted the use of the Science Institute's construction project... Now I'm afraid everyone here knows this hotel, live in All are evil necromancers."

ah? Harvey never expected that the reason for their self-confinement would be so outrageous.

"Didn't I say it before? I absolutely guarantee you your safety... and the respect and fairness you deserve. This is not a polite statement, but a treatment you can truly enjoy in my territory."

Harvey sighed, knowing that it was not easy to completely reverse the concept of inferiority and prudence of these undead spell casters in a short period of time. He could only search through the pile of documents and extract a dense page full of text.

"I originally planned to reject this application, so you can see it yourself!"

Sirius and Prael quickly bowed and took the page from Harvey's hand, sat upright and read it carefully.

"The important work report of the city hall and the talent recruitment application project...what does this mean?"

The two looked up quietly and saw Harvey leaning on the desktop again and starting to review the work. They rationally chose not to ask, but continued to read.

Alchemy Laboratory: I hope to hire three to five undead spell casters to serve as the head of the laboratory's non-civilian R\u0026D project project. All the compensation and benefits will be preferred. I hope to approve... Applicant: Chris Bird.

Territory Medical Hospital: It is planned to hire four undead spellcasters, the middle-level mage is the best, and serve as the head of the forensic and anatomical center of the medical hospital. The salary and benefits can be negotiated with the specific applicants, and we hope to approve... Applicant: Egno May DeRos.

Spellcaster Academy: It is planned to offer a specialized course in the college’s undead spellcasting faction. It hopes to hire several undead spellcasters to serve as teachers. The treatment is negotiable, and I hope to approve... Applicant: Dult Hoden.

Ministry of Industry Talent Employment Application...

Military factory talent recruitment application...

Application for talent recruitment of mechanics centers...

"Have you finished reading?" Harvey knocked on the table and asked faintly, awakening the confused two people from their chaotic thoughts. "No one in the territory discriminates and neglects you because of the identity of the undead mage. Among these applications I received were from orthodox spellcasters, from territorial officials from alien identities, and from department officials from civilians…”

“In my territory, whether it is an ordinary civilian or a spellcaster official, everyone will only hold the same idea—as long as they are talents who can contribute to the territory, no matter what their background, what other people are from, what All kinds of spell casting factions are treated equally."

He paused, stood up and walked to the dazed Siris and Prael, pulled the application report from their slightly trembling hands, and smiled and said, "It's time to be completed and put into use in the building of the Academy of Magical Sciences building. It will take about three or four months. Since you don’t want to be idle, then consider working in these departments and institutions that are eager to seek talents..."

...

Michelle, the necromancer who stayed in the Territory Hotel, was a little restless.

It has been three days since he arrived in this wasteland territory. Apart from the extremely luxurious and sumptuous dinner he was invited to participate on the day he arrived, he never did anything else, just like his partner who came with him. I dare not take a step out of the hotel gate.

Even the orc officer Mr. Duff, who had a great chat with him at the dinner, came to invite him to have fun at the "Officers Club" yesterday, but Michel waved his hands and refused.

Although the Lord Lord showed a fair and tolerant attitude, there are many blood warriors and orthodox spellcasters in this pioneering territory. If you don't swagger like them, you should not swagger if you have a reputation and reputation like a necromancer like a rat crossing the street. It is better to appear in front of the crowd.

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

However, the decoration of this hotel is too comfortable. Not only does it ensure that one person and one independent bedroom, but even the bathroom is set up separately. Hot water flows out from the brass-colored metal water pipes. Michelle even He took a bath with the courage.

Just as he was sitting at the desk and thinking about it, a sudden thrilling sound of knocking on the door came from outside the door.

"Michelle! Go to the hall downstairs! Elder Siris and Councillor Prair have important things to announce!"

The undead mage who lived in the entire building opened the door and walked downstairs in a hurry. He found that the two organization leaders were blushing, standing in the center of the hall with excitement, holding a stack in their hands. What is being preached by paper documents.

Michelle also leaned closer to listen with a puzzled look on his face.

"Everyone hears that we have just met the Lord's Lord..." Siris Yangyang the document in his hand. "The respect and fair treatment promised by the Lord is not a casual polite conspiracy, but a real ""

"All parties in the territory are willing to accept us, and even offer a lot of work and research positions for us!"

"Look carefully, the Alchemy Laboratory, Medical College, Industrial Department... and even the Spellcaster Academy have individually offered undead spellcasting courses for us! We can take up teaching positions in the academy and recruit apprentices freely!"