Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 1 The Shame of the Boneyard

In the early morning, the moon thistles in front of the cemetery gate were stained with frost, and the dark iron railings looked colder than before.

In August 772, when the last crops of the year had not yet been harvested in most areas of the McCalla Basin, Heine had to put on a sweater and a thickened windbreaker.

Probably because of the necromancy, autumn often comes earlier in the Boneyard than in other places.

Heine rubbed his cold cheeks and tightened the collar of his windbreaker.

When the first bell rang, he pulled out the latch, kicked open the iron door, pushed the homemade dining cart out of the dormitory area next to the cemetery, and went straight to the restaurant.

The dining car became the center of attention as soon as it appeared, and the students who had been waiting early poured over like a wave of corpses.

Most mages who have been contaminated with death energy for many years have dull expressions and numb nerves. Their body structures have been damaged by death energy, and their sense of taste and other senses have undergone irreversible degradation.

But the Boneyard is just an academy for the undead, and while the students are not good at their studies, they are not deeply affected either.

So even though they are used to cold food and don't care about the taste, when steaming steamed buns filled with three kinds of chopped chili peppers and stir-fried marinated pork appear, few people can refuse.

"Don't be too crowded. There's a lot of food today, so everyone can have a share."

Heine shouted symbolically and opened the lid of the pot. In an instant, a dozen skinny and pale arms stretched out against the hot water vapor.

Necrotic nerve endings are not afraid of hotness or coldness, which is somewhat of an "advantage" of being infected by dead air.

On the last day of business, he stopped staring at who didn't pay.

In three years, he not only earned back his tuition fees by relying on these "side tricks", but also earned an extra 60 gold coins, which is about four times the three years' tuition fees. He didn't care about this.

This group of people inhaled loudly, their faces glowing red after eating.

The spicy buns were not delicious, they were hot and spicy, and there was no salt in the fillings, but it was enough to stimulate their dull nerves and satisfy their desire to chew.

Heine was somewhat glad that he had not become like this.

"What are you thinking about?"

The speaker appeared behind him, a mature and elegant woman.

She was wrapped in a thick cotton robe, her black hair was neatly tied up, and her neck was slender. Whether it was the red eye shadow or the elastic white skin, they were incompatible with the burial place.

"Teacher Siara? I thought you weren't coming."

Heine took out a warm oil paper bag from his windbreaker pocket, which contained three normal-flavored buns.

It turns out he also makes food for people to eat.

Siara took the breakfast and thanked her, with a look of regret and shame on her face.

"Sorry, I really can't keep your status as a student this year. Your grades are obviously so excellent."

"It's not your fault. Besides, I only got full marks in your general studies and culture classes. Although my grades in spells, spellcasting, and alchemy are good, they are not important. Instead, summoning..."

Heine smiled self-deprecatingly: "You know, that was the core reason why I was persuaded to quit. The Boneyard will not tolerate a necromancer who can't even control skeletons selling steamed buns in the restaurant every day."

He looked past Siara and towards the short old man wearing a dirty apron behind him.

He looked extremely slovenly, with flies flying around him, and he was staring resentfully at the crowd here, especially the two people who were talking.

Realizing that he had attracted the other person's attention, he immediately lowered his head and pretended to clean.

"what happened?"

Siara noticed his gaze and looked back.

"Well, there's really no one who wants you gone more than old Hunter. Ever since you started selling these pies, no one's been eating his sausages and rye bran bread."

Heine smiled noncommittally.

Old Hunter is the person in charge of the restaurant and the logistics manager of the college.

He must have contributed a lot to why he was fired so quickly.

The two chatted casually for a few more words, but Siara was called away by someone else. Before leaving, she asked, "Wait for me at the door at noon."

At this time, the buns in the dining cart were almost sold out, and the students were almost empty. Heine pushed the dining cart that had accompanied him for three years to Old Hunter.

"I'll sell you this car for ten gold coins," he said.

"Ten gold coins? Madman, you are such an unreasonable madman."

Old Hunter exclaimed, glared at him and turned away.

"If you don't buy it, I'll sell it to someone else for one copper coin, along with a complete tutorial. Then no one will eat your clean and hygienic rotten sausages."

The old man turned back angrily and stared at him bitterly.

"One silver coin, the most I can pay you for this pile of junk is one silver coin!"

"Ten silver coins, or I'll give it to someone else for free."

"You damn vampire!"

He cursed and threw ten dirty silver coins into the money jar.

"It's yours now. Goodbye Mr. Hunter and wish you good health."

Heine smiled happily. The car was not worth much. He just wanted to make the other party feel bad, and had no other intention.

"Get out of here, you are not welcome in the burial ground!"

……

The sun was shining brightly at noon, but the air was still cold.

The carriage stopped at the bridge, and the burial ground was surrounded by lakes. This was the only way out.

It is said that this place was originally a battlefield. Later, because the terrain was difficult and it was difficult to escape, it was built into a dungeon. Many people died in the prison, resulting in excess death energy, which later became the burial ground.

The main body of the college is underground, and the surface is a cemetery, dormitories for students, and a classical church.

If you stood on the shore and looked from a distance, few people would associate this quiet lake center with the Necromancer.

Heine, who had finished packing, leaned against the carriage and stared at the statue in the cemetery in a daze.

"Pity……"

In the end, he failed to touch the true transcendence.

You can still save a considerable amount of wealth after studying for three years, which is an extraordinary achievement for ordinary people.

But as a time traveler, Heine's pursuit goes beyond that.

He knows that this world is much more dangerous than his previous life, and ordinary people will die silently at any time.

So he worked very hard and got high marks in every subject except summoning, but he just couldn't summon the undead.

Even the least talented student could make a dead body lift up its upper body, but he couldn't even make a skeleton move its fingers.

He didn't have a plug-in either - of course, maybe he didn't find it. What if Goldfinger died and was put on again?

It's a pity that he doesn't have a chance to try it yet, and he doesn't dare to try it.

"Long wait!" Siara panted and ran from the direction of the church.

While teaching general studies, she is also a priest, responsible for treating those poor souls who are accidentally lost when communicating with the underworld.

"It's okay, I haven't been here long."

"this is for you."

Siara handed him a letter. Heine hesitated for a moment, took the letter and asked:
"what is this?"

"This is a letter of introduction I wrote to the lord of Ebony Town. Although you have not officially graduated, with your ability and knowledge, you can be a consultant and provide help in alchemy, geography, and etiquette."

"And maybe cooking."

Heine made a joke, making Siara smile.

He put away the letter and thanked him.

Farewell is imminent and the air becomes quiet.

The two are nominally students and teachers, and there is an age difference of seven or eight years, but after all, there is an adult soul living in Heine's body. After three years of contact, Siara does not treat him as a child, but rather Became good friends.

On the other hand, she also provided enough help to Heine. If she had not insisted on keeping this student, Heine might have been persuaded to quit in the first year.

Finally she broke the silence.

She stepped forward to hug Heine and whispered:
"Next time we meet, remember to treat me to a nice meal."

"Next time definitely."

Heine replied.

The two are separated.

The carriage drove slowly across the stone bridge and left this bleak place.

The mountain road was rugged, and it took Heine an entire afternoon to reach the outskirts of Ebony Town.

Fortunately, we didn't encounter any wild beasts along the way. It was much better than when we went to the bone burial ground and almost died in the belly of a wolf. The Molotov cocktail and electric shock staff prepared by Heine were of no use.

His home is located in the eastern suburbs of the town, and it takes about four and ten minutes to walk to the town.

Heine saw a quaint manor in the distance.

It had not been seen for three years, and the house in the dusk looked like an ancient tree in a deep forest, covered with mottled moss and lush vines.

When Heine first crossed over, he was faced with a complete mess.

The father of the original owner was a small nobleman who inherited the ancestral home, and the family of three lived a simple life. However, when the mother became ill, all the family's savings were spent, and they were also burdened with foreign debts. The father had to return to his old business and venture into ruins. In the end, he only came back. Got a sword and half a suit of armor.

Then his mother died of illness, and the creditors came and forced the 15-year-old original owner to death, and this was how Heine came to be.

Going to the boneyard to study was his "way to repay his debt," as the moneylender demanded.

Necromancers had a bad reputation, and the student base at the Boneyard was not very stable, so enrollment had to go through gray channels.

Fortunately, as a time traveler, Heine happened to be eager for this kind of thing, and the two parties hit it off immediately.

When they arrived at the door of their house, there was a horse-drawn wagon parked on the side of the road, with a familiar-looking bed plank placed on it.

The large iron door was open, and a well-dressed middle-aged man stood at the door, his hair combed meticulously.

He was not surprised by Heine's arrival and waved.

He was Simon, the moneylender who sent Heine to the burial ground three years ago.

As Heine's "admission recommender", he received the notification letter of the burial ground immediately.

According to the agreement that year, he first received a "deposit" of 10 gold coins from the burial ground. If Heine could complete his studies and graduate, he would also receive 25 gold coins.

But now that Heine has dropped out of school early, the remaining 25 gold has been wasted. This is also the total amount of money Heine still owes.

"Are you ready to repay your debt, Mr. Heine?"

This was originally a joke, but what he responded to was a money bag containing 25 gold coins.

Simon caught it steadily, weighed the weight and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Why is an expelled student so rich?
The letter did mention that the other party was "far more interested in making money than learning magic," but he thought it meant that he paid off three years of tuition fees independently to redeem himself.

Now it seems that he has earned at least 40 gold coins. How did he do it?
However, due to his good professionalism and the financial resources shown by the other party, Simon did not say anything and just responded with heartfelt admiration.

"It's incredible. We don't see many reputable customers like you these days."

He patted the iron door and shouted inside: "Stop working in vain and restore the things for the guests!"

Two dusty strong men squeezed out of the room. Their arms were thicker than Heine's calves. They were only wearing linen vests at this time of year.

There are also extraordinary warriors in this world, but Heine does not have this talent and is past his best age.

Seeing them carrying the bed board in again, Simon said:

"You don't seem to have much left in your house."

Heine rolled his eyes: "Aren't they all the ones you moved away in the first place?"

At that time, in order to pay off debts, the house was almost emptied, leaving only a few worthless but still commemorative things, such as the half-armor and an ordinary long sword.

The original owner was forced to die in this way, so naturally he would not give the other party a good look.

"The situation is always changing." Simon rubbed his hands and smiled kindly: "You have higher requirements for the quality of life now, right? Maybe you need a set of more high-end furniture, we can-"

Heine chuckled: "No need. I have been sleeping next to the dead man's coffin for the past three years. Suddenly it is too high-end and I am not used to it."

Simon didn't expect life in the boneyard to be so exciting, but he quickly resolved the embarrassment with a regretful expression.

"Then we can only look forward to our next cooperation."

"I am looking forward too."

The two exchanged some useless words, and Simon's several insinuations were resolved by Heine. He couldn't help but feel that the other party had changed tremendously in the past three years.

The Boneyard is such a great place to exercise!
He only had contact with the time traveler Heine for half a day, so he naturally believed that this was all the work of the boneyard.

The moneylender was very personable, and he even asked someone to help Heine move his luggage into the house.

After sending the three people away and looking at the bare-walled home of the real family, Heine had a sense of deja vu that "the game has just begun."

"That's fine, just say goodbye to the past."

There were many rooms. He filled a basin of water from the well in the backyard and simply tidied up the house where he lived.

When he passed by the cellar entrance for the second time, he suddenly frowned.

This is not an illusion.

He did detect a faint hint of death.

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