Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

After nightfall, the brightly lit Lord Castle held a welcome banquet for the first time.

Harvey sat at the head of the long banquet table, holding a silver cup decorated with gold wire, "Everyone, please raise your glass with me, welcome the spellcasters from the Lambert family and the Necrotic Secretariat. ! ”

The officials of the City Hall and the Military Department who were invited to attend stood up as they were spoken and raised their cups in unison to send various welcome speeches to the necromancers sitting on the side of the long table.

The Lambert family and the members of the Secretariat had never experienced such a situation. They could only stand up and return the gift. As soon as they drank a sip of wine, they were greeted by another representative of the master toast, so they kept standing up and sitting down. Gurgling with a lot of wine.

Black pulled a napkin to cover his face and burped a little embarrassedly, "Himmer... It's so rude. White, Lord Harvey is so hospitable. When we first came here, Have never enjoyed such treatment."

White was relatively restrained in drinking, but the knife and fork in his hand never stopped from beginning to end. Although he tried his best to maintain the demeanor of dining, the lemon roasted chicken, honey-stuffed meatballs, and smoked deer legs placed in front of him. Crispy fried pork chop and other foods are obviously faster than others in empty plates.

The necromancer has always been in a secret place. If it is not necessary, it will not interact with other orthodox spellcasters too closely, nor will it often communicate with ordinary people. In addition, no nobles or wealthy businessmen are willing to hire a necromancer as a magic consultant. This leads to most people living a poor and hard life.

The most typical difficulty is that it is impossible to hire mortals through money and relationships to build a mage tower for them that represents the noble identity of the caster - zombies cannot engage in fine construction and stonemason work under control, and they are lucky enough to have The undead spell casters of the Mage Tower are all barely built by generations of family inheritance, and their locations are often in remote places. After all, no fief lord or nobles are willing to tower a tower of undead in their city.

In addition, without the noble's betrothal and offering income, and also spending a lot of money to buy a large amount of corpse sources required for the experiment, it is impossible to enjoy the magic materials and magic stone purchase discounts provided by the Federation like other orthodox spellcasters. This is how It makes these undead mages extremely difficult and difficult.

Most of them use water and bread as their main needs in daily life, and most of them are reluctant to take magic amplification potions or consume expensive magic stones to supplement them during meditation and magic practice.

As for... attending a sumptuous dinner at the invitation of a fief lord is something that most people have never experienced before.

During this banquet, not only did the lord, who was the master, give the respect he deserved, but even the officials under his command who looked quite arrogant did not show any evidence of casting magic on the lords at all. The disgust and spitting of the people kept smiling and getting up with wine, warmly greeting them for a meal.

Especially those "sirs" wearing straight officer uniforms - there were two or three beast-shaped alien officers, which really made them feel incredible. These officers were the most hospitality, and some even left the seat and stood up. , he walked around to the seat of the necromancers, laughed and hugged a guest whom he liked, and started chatting eagerly while urging him to drink.

"Master Michelle, hahaha, if you want to inquire about the corpse of an evil orc, it's perfect for me..." Duff held down the hand of a young mage with a pale face and slim figure, and repeatedly signaled him to put the object in the cup. After drinking all the drinks, the mage who was extremely drunk was dizzy, "Come on, after drinking this glass of wine, I will tell you where to get the fresh and complete evil orc corpse!"

White keenly captured the topic ongoing, quickly put down his knife and fork and leaned over his body slightly, and asked politely: "Captain Duff, your valley outpost... will really be encountered in a large number of evil orc tribes that are robbed south. Is it? "

Duff narrowed his eyes and patted his chest and replied, "How could I deceive the Lord's distinguished guests? Every winter, those guys will appear on time. The outpost fortress is the front line of fighting with them. After a battle, the evil orc corpses It accumulates into mountains, and it takes several days for us to burn and bury it alone..."

White was stunned, and suddenly felt a slight tearing pain in his heart. He couldn't help but murmur, "What a... it's a waste!"

Seeing this, Dafu immediately felt the "lobbyist mission" arranged by the lord for them before the banquet began. His eyes rolled, and he reached out to hold the two undead mages with regret on his face and whispered: "Listen." I said, without the special approval of Lord Lord, you will not be able to get those corpses... you don't even have the qualifications to go to the river valley outpost, but..."

Michexi asked urgently: "How to get the special approval from Lord Lord?"

Daff blinked and smiled, "Of course we are joining us and serving the Lord... Not only can we go to the front line in person, but those corpses are selected by you, but there are also many evil orc priests... We have also caught them alive. of!"

Live material for alien spellcasters! ! !

White and Michelle looked at each other and both noticed the desire and greed in each other's eyes, and they turned their eyes away with shame.

It is harder for the necromancer to have the living experimental materials at the caster level, and it will not cause trouble for oneself. For the necromancer, it is more difficult than climbing to the sky. The colleagues who dared to do this in the past were all beaten by the Federation and the Church in the end. The punishment may be directly tied to the stake and burned.

Nympho

Halfway through the banquet, Harvey sat upright in the first round of the venue and found that the atmosphere had almost been set off. It was his turn to go on the court and "find the picture".

He gently tapped the crystal wine glass at his hand with a silver knife and fork. After a tingling sound, the "drinking activity" that was still in full swing immediately stopped, and everyone sat down one after another.

"Everyone, I have issued a construction order to build the Academic Building to the Territory City Hall today..." Harvey looked around with a smile, and saw everyone showing confusion and explaining lightly, "Before the building is completed, only If you can feel wronged, you can stay in the passenger hotel temporarily. I have specially let the city hall free up a hotel to ensure that everyone can have independent and comfortable rooms."

Siris and Prael, who were already slightly drunk, were stunned for a moment and asked: "Lord, thank you for providing us with such a comfortable and luxurious temporary residence...but we don't quite understand what that Academy of Sciences building is... mean?"

Take the bait!

Harvey smiled slightly, raised his hand to signal the two waiters to push a huge wooden blackboard and hang a huge architectural design drawing on it.

"Please look... This huge building with five floors and is close to the size of two lord castles is the Academy of Sciences building."

Harvey stood up and talked about the architectural drawings.

"Except for the lobby on the first floor, each floor has independent functional partitions, including lounges, materials warehouses, laboratories, study rooms, libraries, restaurants, archives, conference rooms..."

This kind of reinforced concrete building was just a slightly exaggerated level of self-built buildings in Harvey's previous life, but in this world, it is far beyond the specifications of the common Mage Tower in terms of height and scale.

Everyone looked at the huge building complex in shape of "未" drawn on the drawing and couldn't help but exclaim.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Praer wondered, "Lord, what does this... have to do with us? I am frank, you should be very clear that zombies and corpse puppets cannot complete such a large and meticulous construction work...and we There is no source of corpse to drive at the moment."

Harvey waved his hand, "Who said I invited you to visit me to make you drive the zombies to build a house for me?"

He looked around for a week and said sincerely: "My colleagues, this building is built for you by me, and is a Magic Science Institute exclusively for the undead spellcaster. After the project is completed, it will be delivered to you in full and... ...They will be equipped with the most advanced magic experimental equipment and a sufficient and continuous supply of magic materials. These are cooperation agreements signed directly from the Federation and the Alchemy Secret Association."

What? The Magic Research Institute exclusively for the Necromancers! ! !

Delivered to us for use? With the Necromancer above, can I still have the opportunity to own my own magic lab in my lifetime? ? ?

This... this is dozens of times more magnificent than the private mage tower of those orthodox spell casters! ! !

Sirius' eyes were slightly red, his body trembled slightly uncontrollably, and his lips moved with difficulty and squeezed out a sentence, "Lord... Lord, what price does this... need us... pay?"

Harvey said lightly: "No cost, I just hope you can stay and settle in my territory for a long time... Whether you are willing to serve and work for me depends on your wishes."

He paused and added slowly, "And if you join me, I can absolutely guarantee you your safety... and the respect and treatment I deserve, the Federation and other spellcaster organizations will never treat you again." You have any discrimination and unfair behavior. As for the church... Haha, the heads of those judges and priests are hanging in the town hall square..."

With such sincerity, what else can I say...

The Lambert family and the Necrotic Secretology have been struggling for too long. To this day, even the only three remaining high-level mages are about to wither. If they hide in Tibet and go into exile, they will eventually be completely defeated by the church and the nobles. Death, and the Federation and other wizard organizations absolutely sit idly by.

Sirius and Prael looked at each other, stood up decisively to pay the most solemn ancient wizard ceremony to Harvey. The undead wizards behind him also stood up one after another, stroking their chests with excitement.

"We are willing to serve Lord! May your magical path reach the ultimate of truth!"