Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

In Jackdaw Town, the noon sun is so hot that pedestrians on the street hide under the eaves.

Reiner staggered down the street, and from time to time he let out a violent and irrepressible cough.

He also had a relatively decent job as a watchmaker in the past, before he had suffered from a strange condition.

Half a year ago, Reiner returned home with the ice rain in late winter after being hired to repair watches.

What followed was wind, cold and high fever, followed by continuous cough and convulsions.

This made him completely unable to perform the calibration and repair of the watch.

For more than half a year, I have relied on my daughter who works as a waiter in a tavern and my son who transports goods at the dock to deliver food and cold epidemic medicines distributed by the church.

Reiner knew his illness would never be cured, because starting last month, he felt his lungs start to experience tingling and itchy symptoms.

A week ago, he began coughing up blood intermittently, black and red semi-coagulated blood.

Reiner decisively sold the full set of watch repair tools that were passed down from three generations, so that she could get her son a brand new two-wheeled cart, and her daughter could also have a cotton white dress she had longed for.

She could wear it to attend Sunday church mass, Reiner envisioned.

Unfortunately, he could no longer save more money for them, and all the things he could sell had been sold. He did not want to spend money to find a cemetery for himself, or ask the pastor to perform a dying requiem for him.

Reiner had left a simple suicide note in the rented shed. Now he just wanted to find a hidden bridge or alley, lying quietly waiting for the arrival of death.

He walked on the street in a daze, dragging his staggering footsteps, subconsciously coming to the square where he used to wander.

"Story...experiment, recruitment..."

Reiner was surprised to find that what was posted on the sign in the town square was a temporary recruitment from a mage.

Among his few insights, those spellcasters who were above the top would hardly deal with any civilians. Only noble masters like the lord were qualified to drink with them on solemn occasions such as banquets.

Reiner, curiously, begged the literate townspeople in the square to read the recruitment book to him.

It turned out to be the Harvey wizard who had just moved to the town half a year ago. He wanted to recruit a group of people from the civilians to participate in his magic experiment. As long as he went to the interview, he would receive a reward of 5 silver coins regardless of whether he was selected or not.

Reiner instantly felt a sense of joy. He heard that the Necromancer would buy dead bodies for experiments. Maybe he could sell another amount of money and leave more for the children.

Thinking of this, Reiner carefully tore off the recruitment notice and begged the donkey driver who was hiring him to Harvey's manor.

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"Are you here for an interview?" Harvey asked calmly at the middle-aged man sitting on the chair. "Do you know the type of magic research I'm engaged in?"

Lena rolled her throat with difficulty, suppressed her cough and said, "Sir, you are the Necromancer, I know very well."

Harvey nodded and asked in confusion: "Are you not afraid of the undead mage? Are you not afraid of zombies or skeletons?"

"No, cough cough... Sir, there are several undead mages living in the town. Although they live in seclusion on weekdays, no one is afraid. Those rumors are known to be not true." Reiner explained cautiously.

Indeed, since the establishment of the Spellcasters Federation a hundred years ago, the cruel image of the mage group in the past has been greatly improved, and the necromancer is no longer the rumored cold-blooded wizard who is bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty.

In the eyes of civilians, there is no difference between a mage and a noble. It is also unattainable, but it is more powerful and mysterious.

Thinking of this, Harvey slowed down his tone a little and said patiently: "But you don't meet my experimental requirements. I'm sorry, I will pay you the interview fee."

What he is looking for is someone who is not afraid of the reputation of the necromancer and who can operate the production line in the workshop with the zombies.

Although the middle-aged man in front of him meets the most important recruitment requirements, his body looks completely ineffective, and he is so sick that he almost dies.

"Sir, I know my body can no longer work. Ahem, it is of course of no use for your experiment..." Reiner did not unexpectedly refuse from the other party. He did not come for this job.

"But you are the necromancer. The dead body must be useful to you, right?" Reiner asked hopefully.

Harvey was a little confused, "Are you a corpse collector? I will not buy a corpse with illegal source channels."

"No, sir, the corpse I want to betray is myself..." Reiner said with a wry smile. "As you can see, I...I'm going to die, I just want to leave another extra money for the kids..."

After saying this with difficulty, Reiner coughed violently, and despite covering his mouth and nose tightly, Harvey could still see the dark red blood seeping out of his fingers.

"Did you get a cold epidemic?" Harvey shook his head, the other party seemed to have obvious symptoms.

High fever, cough, chest pain, vomiting of blood.

Harvey remembers this disease very clearly. The world before he traveled through time was called tuberculosis. The only difference was that the cold epidemic was not contagious.

A dying person.

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

Harvey sighed secretly and said with some difficulty: "I am indeed short of experimental materials at the moment, but this method is too cruel. I don't think your family will have the heart to make this decision..."

"Sir, please rest assured that I can sign a contract. My body belongs to me, and no one else can decide for me." Reiner's gray face flushed with excitement.

Harvey closed his eyes and thought for a while, then slowly said: "Okay, I have another experiment, maybe you can do it... but you must be completely willing and highly cooperative."

"But I can't guarantee the success rate of the experiment. If it fails, you will die immediately. Compared with your current condition, it will not be too painful."

Harvey paused and took the initiative to mention the part that Reiner was most concerned about. "As for the reward, whether it succeeds or not, it will be paid to your family at ten times the amount of the body, 50 gold pounds..."

"I do! Sir, I do." Reiner was ecstatic. A full 50 gold pounds, this is the amount of money he needs to work diligently for twenty years without eating or drinking to save.

Not only is it enough for the children to buy a cheap townhouse, but there will also be some money left for them to complete their life events.

...

Reiner trembled and cut his finger. After signing the experimental agreement with the effect of magic contract with blood, he received the huge one-time payment as promised.

Harvey also thoughtfully summoned the Night Owl Messenger to help him send one of the agreements and the payment to his children.

Magic contract is a special form of contract with retrospective ability, which is mainly used to regulate the contractual cooperation between spellcasters and ordinary people.

The Federation has a set of methods to review whether there are violations. Whether it is civilians or spellcasters, the punishment for violating the contract is very severe.

So as long as the magic contract is signed voluntarily, there will be no situation of forcing civilians to participate in magic experiments. Harvey does not want to cause trouble to the Federation to this extent.

After completing this series of procedures according to the process, Harvey clapped his hands with satisfaction and comforted the weak Reiner in a gentle tone:

"It seems that your body no longer allows you to return home and say goodbye to your relatives. Just stay here with me and start the experiment tomorrow."

He can't be tossed back and forth again. Who knows if this poor patient with advanced tuberculosis can survive these two days.

The soul transfer experiment must begin as soon as possible.