Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

After being forced to hold it down by Egno, Chris was still reluctantly lying on the window, pressing his face tightly against the window glass, and looking at the prosthetic soldier who was whispering and cursing and gradually moving away.

"Mr. Medros, that soldier... is called Max, right? Please tell me where he lives and who actually replaced him with that alchemy prosthetic."

Egno pulled him to the chair in the first floor hall and patiently comforted him: "Mr. Chris, please don't worry first. Since we have signed a contract with Lord Lord, we will be our colleagues working together in the future. All you want I will answer you in detail the questions you need to know.”

He pointed around and continued, "There are eight rooms on the two floors of this guesthouse. The rooms are just enough for you to allocate. There are bathrooms and bathrooms upstairs and downstairs..."

"If you need to go out, remember to bring your temporary identity card, but it is best not to leave the municipal area. We... the residents here don't like outsiders very much. The soldier you just saw was actually the territory. Police officers from the Police Department, patrolmen like him, wander around in various areas day and night. If they encounter someone who cannot provide their identity certificates, they will be tortured and taken back to the police department's detention center for a night. .”

He explained it carefully and found that Chris was still murmured in a state of wandering around the world. He couldn't help but sigh, "Mr. Chris, if you are really interested in alchemy prosthetics, you don't have to hurry up. Many police officers and soldiers who have experienced wars and were injured and disabled have undergone such prosthetic transplant experiments."

Chris immediately returned to his soul, stood up and held Egno's hands tightly, and said sincerely, "Please let me meet Lord Lord as soon as possible! Mr. Medros."

At this moment, Duff led a personal guard to come and stuffed a note into Egno's hand. He glanced at him quickly and smiled immediately.

"Is this a coincidence? Mr. Chris, Lord Lord has received the news of your arrival, but..." As he said that, he handed the note to Chris.

Chris quickly took it and spread it, squinted his eyes and read it carefully.

"Welcome to my territory, Mr. Alchemist from Alaya."

"I heard that you are very interested in the modified alchemy prosthetic transplant surgery. In fact, in this study, I believe that the genius alchemists in the Alchemy Secret Association must have experienced a more complex and long experimental process, and I I just made some minor improvements and upgrades, and added a little sudden inspiration... I thought of knowing the specific answer, and I will wait for you in the Lord's Castle in three days."

Chris pinched the note, and sat directly on the chair as if he had lost all his strength. He subconsciously looked at the clock placed beside the wall of the hall, and muttered with a wry smile: "This must be the longest I have ever experienced in my life. Three days.”

...

In the next three days, Chris did not take a step forward in the guesthouse, and strictly restricted the more than ten apprentices he brought. They all stayed peacefully in the comfortable room of this double-storey building, and did not go out without authorization. Unnecessary trouble.

After calming down, he thought about it carefully and knew clearly what Mr. Medros, who was responsible for receiving him, really meant that "local residents do not like outsiders."

There are too many secrets previously unknown in this pioneering territory located in the Northern Wasteland, which is why his two mentors emphasized the other party's request to sign a secret contract when arranging him to come.

But none of these matters. After seeing the successful alchemy transformation with one's own eyes, nothing else will attract his interest.

When he was finally led by several personal guards into the Lord's Castle of the Pioneer Territory, he saw the owner who wrote the note, Chris was still a little surprised.

After patience and following the manners of the caster meeting the nobles, he couldn't wait to ask, "Lord, please allow me to make an irrespectful plea. I want to Your alchemist talks in person!”

"Alchemist?" Harvey laughed, "Where did the alchemist come from? Until today, in my territory, you, the newcomer, are you?"

He raised his hand and asked the waiter to bring two cups of warm fruit tea, and explained gently: "It is precisely because of the lack of alchemy talents like you that I have reached an agreement with the two gentlemen of the Discovery Society to let them take care of me. I'll recommend you to come here."

Chris was stunned on the spot with a teacup in his arms, quickly took out the note that was wrinkled by his repeated readings, and asked stutteringly: "You mean... you mean, this note is on it. You did all the alchemy body transplants you came to?”

Then he raised his head and carefully observed the pioneer lord who was about his age and looked thin and weak. He found that the other person was pale, thin and bookish, with two huge dark circles on his face, and his pupils were covered with pale faces. It was covered with a faint red blood, and it looked weak and tired.

"You... are you a spellcaster?" Chris asked in disbelief. "Are you a research caster?"

Harvey nodded with a smile, "Yes, I am an academic orthodox spellcaster, but I am quite interested in alchemy and have indeed made some insignificant achievements in this regard..."

Chris immediately stood up and gave Harvey a new wizard ceremony to distinguish the upper and lower levels of spellcasters, whispering: "If you mean successfully completing the live alchemy transplant experiment, also called a trivial achievement, like me. The first-level alchemist is simply a waste who is worse than the pig's skills."

The lord who hired himself was also a spellcaster who was well versed in alchemy, which made Christ feel embarrassed. He didn't know whether he should speak up and discussed and sought the experimental details and the secrets of success of living alchemy transplants.

Although the alchemist group is not as strong as traditional spell casters, most people will not be willing to share with their peers this advanced advanced alchemy secret technique and related knowledge.

But Harvey immediately saw his hesitant expression and spoke actively, "You want to figure out how I achieved the perfect living alchemy transplant experiment, right?"

"Since you have signed a secret contract with me and agree to work for me for five years without compensation, I am willing to share this knowledge with you..."

He smiled and waved his hand, stopping Chris's actions of getting up and saluting again with a look of ecstasy.

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

"Before I communicate with you in detail about the alchemy experiment, I want to let you meet my two assistants first. Maybe after you have seen them with your own eyes, you will change your mind and no longer be interested in the technology of mere prosthetic transplantation... ”

As Harvey said, he raised his hand to press the alchemy call device beside the seat. After the crisp copper ringtone rang, two heavy steps came from the door of the castle hall and the corner of the stairs leading to the second floor. Voice.

Chris looked around and saw two alchemy prosthetic bodies shining with metallic luster and exuding a strong mechanical beauty on their bodies, and walked towards him quickly at the same time.

The alchemy body with a deep red crystal luster shining in her eyes stopped in front of Chris and suddenly made a slight metal friction sound, "Welcome, young alchemist from the southern border, I am the chief of Lord Harvey Consultant, Asdaren…”

Another prosthetic who was also standing beside him also spoke, "Hello, Mr. Alchemist, I am the chief administrative manager of Lord Harvey, just call me Reiner."

Chris slid from the high-back chair to the ground, kneeling on his knees with an extremely frightened expression, "Miracle is above! This...this...this...this, this is the soul...the soul creation!"

Harvey really didn't expect to scare the other party like this, so he quickly got up to help him and explained, "Yes, I just want to tell you that in addition to prosthetic transplant, I have actually successfully realized the soul of a smart creature. , an important experiment in transferring to alchemy creation…”

While he said this, he pulled the young alchemist who was kneeling and slid on the ground. He pulled it hard and found that it was not moving at all. He looked down and found that the other party had already turned pale and fainted on the spot.