Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 402: Being laughed at for a lifetime

Chapter 402: Being laughed at for a lifetime
Outside the Wind of Winter Auditorium.

The security personnel of the auditorium and the security brought by the guests totaled thousands of people. They were like the audience who did not buy tickets for a celebrity concert. They were originally standing in groups beside carriages or other vehicles, smoking. While smoking, he was suddenly startled by the sound of breaking glass.

They all looked in a certain direction, and then witnessed the rhubarb's ejection.

A black floating city with a mottled shell seemed to emerge from the auditorium and fly straight into the sky.

In just two or three seconds, it blended into the night.

What speed is this?

No, the floating city can actually be driven into the auditorium! ? ?
Five seconds later, the nearest air raid siren sounded belatedly.

These people also woke up from a dream and flocked to the auditorium.

...

In the floating city, Wei Dianyuan scratched his head while speeding up Dahuang.

The Winds of Winter Auditorium.

In this case, it is better to let these people go without even stressing anything with them.

"What is a waste of time?"

The "Principles of Transfiguration" that was touted as a "miracle" just an hour ago has now become taboo knowledge, as if just hearing the name will be tainted.

……

Such a big thing has already spread - Jitiler invited a necromancer to come back to give a speech, and this was the second time.

Dahuang: "Petuch?"

Dahuang: "It won't burn. Do you think the Temple is covetous of "Principles of Transfiguration"?"

Wei Dianyuan: "Why? He jumped in public. If the temple doesn't burn him, wouldn't it be a pity for the necromancers who have been reduced to ashes for many years?"

Dahuang: "Isn't that still a prison robbery?"

Wei Dianyuan: "I'm afraid, the Forbidden Air Barrier is designed to interfere with fire. Brother, the level 9 Shadow Flame, they can't interfere at all. And other floating cities are very slow, only Negrethe can catch up with you. But the floating city generally doesn’t move, so as long as you don’t go to Saint-Xiting, you can really fly around.”

Dmitri patted him on the shoulder.

Dahuang: "Then you have to do something, right? Why don't you go rob the prison? It's just idle time anyway."

After learning the news, Dmitri rushed to the scene as soon as possible, and then saw Dylan who was controlled in a meditation room.

After a long silence, Dmitri spoke:

The culprit was not at all panicked.

Dylan: "I just don't want to waste my time."

"Where are the guests?" Dmitri asked.

Dylan: "Whether I accept your review over and over again, or read according to the script, if I can finally make you understand and accept everything I say, then I can endure these processes... But when you call that Pei After Tuhe's boy escorted me away, I finally realized that this was impossible.

He walked into the meditation room, closed the door, and sat across from Dylan.

"You did very well."

Wei Dianyuan: "Now that I'm handsome, it's time to think about it. Nothing will happen to him, right?"

The warlock who maintained order at the scene stood respectfully at the door and bowed slightly to him:
"grown ups."

Wei Dianyuan: "Don't say goodbye. Prison robbery is another matter... Wait, how about brushing your shoulders?"

"They were picked up one after another by their guards, and we didn't embarrass them."

Dahuang: "That's not the case. The old man doesn't seem to hold grudges, and Heine is even less so. He still expects Dylan to bring money back... How about we go back and ask him?"

Dahuang: "Then it's not a problem to fly around like this. This is a forbidden air barrier."

"I realize that there are some misunderstandings between us - for example, I did not mention that this is necromancy, because I think it is unnecessary, because it is common sense, but you don't think so, you think this is not necromancy, and it cannot be.

Wei Dian Yuan: "What is he after? Is it all Heine's mission? Or is it that Mr. Barry asked him to give the Temple a big one?"

"What do you mean, brother, I don't understand. What is he going to do?"

Wei Dianyuan: "No, no, no, he must be locked up in the Hegeland Armory. Trust me, turn east and there is a hill surrounded by a birch forest. It looks very conspicuous."

Wei Dianyuan: "Yes, that's that buddy."

Dahuang: "Didn't you say handsome is all that matters?"

Dahuang: "I don't think so."

Dahuang: "Yes, since they dare to hold a lecture, they must be greedy for this technology, so they have to save Dylan, and they cannot admit that he is a necromancer, otherwise they will have to fight with McCra, and even if they win this The technology can’t be used, isn’t that stupid?”

Those family forces who had no dealings with Kitil were scrambling to spread the joke.

Only by changing the nature of the matter from the source can there be room for recovery.

Wei Dianyuan: "There have been two lectures, it's impossible not to be greedy. Not to mention selling tickets, this thing can cure the disease of the shape-shifter. Once the news is released, the elves will go crazy..."

"It seems that what I said to you had the opposite effect. What exactly do you want to do?"

Wei Dianyuan: "That's not possible. I'm empty-handed and I've lost someone. If I go back, I won't be laughed at for the rest of my life?"

Da Huang turned around in the air and flew towards the place indicated by Wei Dian Yuan.

"You are not as I thought, you calmly accepted the fact that this involves necromancy, but you pretended not to see it.

"Once someone exposes this layer of illusion, you will be excited, just like the attitude towards Petuch. But after I finish talking about these basics, I will definitely rise to the field of necromancy and involve the taming of elves. Technique, how will you avoid it? Let me replace the 'Animal Taming Technique' with the 'Domination of Will'?
"Since we will face it sooner or later, it is better to put the problem on the table as soon as possible. If it is solved, it will be good for everyone. If it cannot be solved, then I don't have to work hard."

Dmitri said: "How do you know there will be problems later? Aren't I just discussing this with you?"

Dylan asked, "Have you fooled yourself? Can those level five or above warlocks fool the shadows in their bodies? When I face a larger audience, how can I delve into the art of necromancy without avoiding necromancers? Give it a different name?"

Dmitri's Adam's apple twitched a few times, but there was no response.

"So, this is like a joke, Mr. Dmitri." Dylan continued: "Whether it is Barry Gitilor or anyone else, any necromancer must admit that his spells come from In the Temple of Shadows.

"But you are trying your best to draw a clear line with the necromancers, even going so far as to prohibit the research of spells above level five.

"I understand that this is also part of the 'program'. In order to facilitate management, you classify necromancers as heretics, and everything related to heretics is wrong and needs to be judged.

“In the execution again and again, the power of the program turns into a mental seal and is engraved in everyone’s mind.

"But what happens next? When it affects your academic development and magic research, you start to think of ways to escape this stigma, even at the expense of self-deception and self-paralysis.

"Even if a necromancer talks about so-called research in front of you with his own skeleton, you must pretend not to see it until he personally admits his identity, until you can no longer cover your eyes and ears. After blocking him, he angrily took him down.

"You even took the initiative to persuade me.

"Do you want me to agree to some ridiculous suggestion and personally clarify that 'Necromancer' means 'Shadow Artificer' in the common language of the Mekara people?"

There was a clang and the door was pushed open.

"Shut up! Boy!"

The warlock who had been guarding the door before burst in with cannibalistic eyes.

"Look, what did I say?" Dylan sneered: "Not everyone can control their emotions like you."

He didn't lower his voice at all.

Dmitri glared at him and looked back at the warlock.

"Get out." He said, "Deploy another soundproof barrier."

"Sir, but he——"

"go out."

Warlock gave Dylan a hard look and slammed the door.

A barrier enveloped the room, and silence returned.

"It's really hard to change prejudices."

Dmitri spoke slowly: "But sometimes, prejudice is to protect ourselves."

"I know, but if it's holding back development, then it needs to change."

"But your methods are too radical..."

"How is that not radical?"

"We can wait..."

"How long do we have to wait?" Dylan asked back: "Petuch has stood up, you took him out, and then waited for the next Petuch? If you have been waiting for the person who is willing to break his head to show up, Then he will never show up."

This sharp-tongued boy...

Dmitri looked at him deeply, unable to refute for a moment.

He is only Level 2, and the thin shadow in his body cannot contain much will. His stubbornness only comes from his age.

And he is past the age of anger.

So at this moment, he became the only person who could calm down and talk to Dylan about this taboo topic.

"Why did you do this? Was it ordered by your lord?" Dmitri asked.

"It has nothing to do with him." Dylan twitched his lips: "He just sent me to get money to do things, and then left."

He was actually talking about Heine, but it did not affect the cross-channel chat between the two.

Dmitri: "Then why did you..."

"I said, I don't want to waste my time."

Dylan said again:
"If I were a Velitas, a Zanro, a dwarf or an elf, I wouldn't say anything.

"I will accompany you to complete this scene, and then watch you put aside subsequent research because of your resistance to the necromancer, wasting time and wealth in vain.

"But I'm from McCalla, my...my last name is Gitil.

"In my opinion, my compatriots - you - are like a group of weirdos who claim to be necrophiliacs, but are allergic to the air of death - psychologically allergic, so they can only face corpses made of agar and blood all day long. The model was in heat and didn't even have the courage to step into the morgue.

"What I want to do is to completely desensitize you and actually dance with the corpse."

The word "compatriot" made Dmitri's eyelids jump a few times.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

he asked, staring at Dylan.

"I'm a necromancer."

Dylan grinned and said:

“If I die and my soul goes to the underworld, then I am not dead.

"But if my soul goes to the Shadow Realm...you know what that means."

Hearing this, Dmitri was shocked!

If a necromancer's soul traveled to the Shadowlands...

Doesn't that just prove that he is a normal person?
He couldn't help but clenched his fists and felt the blood rush to the top of his head.

He appreciates the guy in front of him more and more...