Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

The south gate of the city wall of the pioneer territory faces the foot of the northern slope of Jackdaw Ridge. It is usually the most deserted, and there are no outside refugees queuing up for inspection to enter the city.

But today, a small group of people stood at the south gate early, waving vigorously at Dave, Chris and others from a distance.

Chris felt a little embarrassed lying on Dave's back, and immediately struggled to get off the ground, limping and being supported by the apprentice into the group of people who were obviously welcoming him.

A young man wearing an off-white robe and with thick hair half tied up, smiled and took the initiative to shake Chris's hand, and greeted him kindly: "You are Mr. Chris, right? What a promising young alchemist, I am the director of the Pioneer Territory Medical Hospital, Egno Mederos."

"I am Chris Bird, hello, Mei..." As they greeted each other face to face, Chris suddenly saw a pair of pointed ears on both sides of the other's hair, one of which was slightly damaged, as if it had been cut off in half by some kind of sharp weapon, "Mr. Mederos..."

He...he is actually a hybrid elf.

The noble lord of the Pioneer Territory here is so bold that he secretly took in a hybrid elf, and let him parade so openly in the city, without any intention of concealing his identity.

Doesn't the Elf Kingdom have a strong covenant agreement with the countries and the Federation, and it is absolutely not allowed to take in and help these hybrid offspring who are accused of polluting the elf bloodline?

Chris then remembered that the officer named Dave, who was the leader of the private soldiers of the territory who went to the remote Jackdaw Town to greet them, was also a half-orc, but he seemed to not care about his humble status at all. He shouted and commanded his human soldiers along the way, and seemed to be quite supported and loved by those soldiers.

This huge and secret pioneering territory located outside the border north of the Divine Spine Mountains is really chaotic in terms of personnel composition.

Egno didn't care about Chris's surprised eyes at all, and still greeted him warmly: "Come on, go to the city gate to complete the information registration first. During this period, I will be responsible for receiving you. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask me."

Chris nodded, expressing his understanding. Registration for entering the city is a form of identity verification that many closed territories that have issued martial law or curfew orders will implement. Even if the lord himself does not care, the territory guards and patrols will not easily give up this lucrative job. After all, the entry fee paid for entering and leaving the territory is very profitable.

"Name, age, background, and skills?" The civil servant guarding the south gate rarely met an outsider entering the city in a day, and he was very alert at this moment.

"Chris Bird, 21 years old, from Alaye, good at... uh, alchemy." As he spoke, he took out a gold pound that he had prepared long ago from his purse, gently placed it on the table, and pushed it to the civil servant in charge of the city registration, "Mr. Guard, I and the 15 apprentices I brought with me all need to register to enter the city..."

The civil servant stared at the gold coin he pushed over, stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "Foreign coins? No, no, no, you are wrong, I am only responsible for registering your basic information here, you have to go to the bank next to the city hall to exchange the territory gold yuan!"

Chris was also stunned. When he heard the other party asking him to exchange the coins, he felt his heart pounding with fear. My God, the lord of this pioneer territory actually... actually minted coins privately and circulated them in the territory!

This is a serious crime that will be caught and hanged by the royal families of the southern countries!

He didn't dare to ask in detail, and his face turned red and hesitantly said: "No, no, no, I don't want to exchange the currency of the territory... I, I just pay you, uh... the city entry tax."

The civil servant laughed and explained with a wink: "Who told you that you have to pay taxes to enter the city? Where did this bullshit rule come from? Aren't taxes deducted from everyone's salary in advance?"

Chris closed his mouth tightly, not daring to answer at all, turned his head and looked at Egno who was waiting not far away for help.

"Okay, okay, this young gentleman is coming to the North for the first time, and he is not familiar with our rules and regulations here. You quickly register him and let us in!"

The civil servant scratched his head and responded respectfully: "I understand, Mr. Egno!"

...

Chris held a stack of small paper cards in his hand, followed Egno with a puzzled look, and pricked up his ears to listen to his endless explanation of the basic situation in the territory.

"After you settle down, you should give this card to everyone you brought with you. Don't lose it casually, otherwise you will be treated as illegal residents and taken back for tea if you encounter identity checks by the defense forces and the police department."

Tea? Chris keenly noticed the abnormality in the other party's words. After a moment of consideration, he whispered: "Lord, will you allow high-ranking officers in the territory to privately make friends with alchemists like us?"

This time it was Egno's turn to be stunned, "What do you mean by privately making friends? Hahaha! Sorry, when I said tea, I meant that I would arrest you and take you back to the police department for interrogation, not really inviting you to tea!"

For a while, the two people walking side by side felt a little embarrassed, feeling that they were not on the same channel when talking to each other.

After a while, Chris finally couldn't help but speak first, "Mr. Medeiros, I wonder when I can officially meet the lord?"

He paused, and asked again with some confusion, "And... I have not yet known the Lord's name..."

"Hahaha, it's okay. Just call Lord Lord like me. Only the municipal chief manager and chief consultant who are closer to each other, as well as the commander of the territory army, dare to call Lord Lord Lord Lord's real name..."

Egno touched his chin with a stubble, and continued, "I received the order to receive your group and arrange a place for you to settle down. I don't know anything else... Maybe when tomorrow, the chief Mr. Consultant will meet you."

The two walked in front of the team, chatting questions and answers, and soon arrived in front of a two-story building.

"Okay, this is the residence assigned to you. The guys from the Ministry of Construction said that this place is called...a guesthouse, hehe, it is specially used to temporarily live in visitors from the southern border like this."

Chris looked around and found that he walked here along an extremely straight road from the city gate. The road was paved with materials suspected of slag and gravel. After being pressed and hardened by the rolling stone, it looked extremely flat. There are no potholes.

Lush tall trees are planted on both sides of the road, making the entire street look green, spacious and flat.

An apprentice couldn't help but sigh, "There is no big difference here compared to Alaiye. Except for the neat gray walls in the house..."

Someone greeted him in the distance, "Mr. Egno! Mr. Egno! Why did you come to the municipal district today?"

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

Chris squinted and found several soldiers wearing dark gray uniforms and leather felt hats walking quickly with a smile.

etc! His eyes shrank and he found something was wrong.

The gray-clothed soldier in the lead, he... his trousers were tied up... revealing a mechanical prosthetic leg with a brass-colored metallic luster and a strange pattern on the surface.

The metal prosthetic leg was as flexible as his original real leg as he took, making it impossible to tell from his gait posture that he had a broken leg.

wrong! wrong! The Exploration will conduct countless grafting and fusion experiments between living bodies and alchemy devices. It is impossible to achieve the perfect fusion of alchemy prosthetic limbs and hosts, reaching the degree of fit of the arm fingers, not to mention the receptors that undergo grafting experiments, which will appear in the future. The tragic situation of wound erosion at the grafting site and complete metal limb disorders, has to be tortured by amputation again to avoid the continuous infection of the necrotic wound and eventually lead to death.

"This is impossible! How did this... do this?" Chris suddenly widened his eyes, rushed forward to the soldier, knelt on his knees and held the other party's flexible metal prosthetic leg, trembling. Sheng asked, "Why can your metal prosthetic legs bend and straight so flexibly, and keep you balanced while walking?"

He followed the position of the metal prosthesis and reached out to pull off the other party's uniform pants. "Where is your broken limb grafting wound? Isn't it necrotic and erosion?"

Max looked shocked and hugged his trouser belt that had almost been stripped off, took out a metal baton from his waist, and raised his hand to hit the cover of the madman who rushed out to take off his pants. Fortunately, Egno He stopped him quickly with quick eyes and hands.

"Don't do it! He is an alchemist from the southern border!"

Max curled his lips, slowly put away the baton, looked at Egno, and then looked at the person under him who was holding his thigh and muttering...the perverted young man couldn't help but mutter something from his mouth.

"Where did this come from the rustic bun? Why did you have to peel my pants as soon as you came up!"