Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Harvey drove magic energy to respond to the visitor and signaled to the other party that the owner of the manor was at home, please wait a moment.

I briefly handled the experimental site and let the energy-depleted Reiner stay in the laboratory for rest.

Then I walked towards the manor gate without panic.

"Mr. Burco?" Harvey was a little surprised when he saw the visitor, but then he immediately understood the other party's purpose.

Bulco Connard, an intermediate mage who is affiliated with the review agency of the Federation of Spellcasters and is specialized in the magical affairs of Jackdaw Town.

He was not alone, and there was an ordinary clerk behind him, and two young men and women dressed in shabby faces.

Harvey smiled slightly and welcomed everyone into the manor and brought them to the living room.

"Mr. Burco, I'm sorry, I'm currently living alone here and have no intention of hiring servants and apprentices..."

Before he finished speaking, the examiner Burco interrupted Harvey's politeness with a stern face.

"Master Harvey, I'm not here to have afternoon tea with you. Let's go straight to the point."

He took out a scroll of sheepskin, spread it out and handed it to Harvey, and pointed at the young male civilian who was huddled beside him.

"Two days ago, Mr. Jeffrey came to the branch affairs department and submitted this magic contract from you to me, begging me to verify the authenticity."

"I did issue this contract, and you should have verified it as soon as possible." Harvey didn't mind the other party's attitude at all and asked with a smile.

"The contract itself is not a problem, but I have objections to the content of the contract." Burko immediately asked the clerk to read the content of the contract again.

"I currently doubt you, using your high rewards, to lure an innocent civilian into your experimental subject of the magic of the undead."

"This is a serious violation of the Spellcasters Federation's Management Ordinance and involves endangering the safety interests of civilians!"

Ending the lives and safety of civilians can be considered a very serious accusation for any magician.

Harvey put away his polite smile and said lightly, "Mr. Burco, have you ignored the most important keyword in the contract?"

"Volunteer." Harvey emphasized. "Voluntary participation, and is a magic experiment that does not cause pain to the subject."

Burco sneered, "Does the undead magic cause pain to the subject? Corrosion technique? Poisonous mist technique? Plague technique? Curse technique? Or flesh-and-blood cleavage technique?"

After saying this, he turned his head and gestured to the people around him with his eyes.

At this time, Jeffrey, a young man who had been cringing beside Burco, finally got up the courage to jump out and stammered in accusation.

"Evil, undead mage! You must have used some cruel and terrifying magic to torture my father to death!"

Harvey sneered in his heart. Burco was trying to make the civilian angry and then use it to confirm his accusation.

If it were other old-school mages, they would have been furious on the spot and directly fired a magic bullet to this inferior civilian who disrespects the noble caster.

But it is obvious that Bulco made a game with the help of this dispute, and was waiting for Xavi to get on the trap.

As an orthodox arcane spellcaster, Burco has always been very discriminatory against the necromancer. He believes that the Union will include the Undead spellcaster in control and treat it equally, which is extremely unwise and tarnishes the Union's orthodox status.

Thinking of this, Harvey didn't get angry, but just looked at Jeffrey and said lightly: "Mr. Jeffrey, so you don't know that your father came to apply for my experiment recruitment when he was seriously ill and dying? ”

Jeffrey was stunned for a moment, looked at Burco in a panic, and then explained, "No, it's not like that. My father was indeed sick before, but after taking the medicine from the church, he was almost cured..."

Harvey snorted coldly, "Is this really the case? When can the church treat the cold epidemic with just the free drug?"

Seeing that something was wrong, Bulco immediately interrupted Harvey's questioning.

"Whether Jeffrey's father was seriously ill before, your act of imposing magic experiments on living people is a violation of the rules in itself, don't try to divert the topic!"

"The Federation regulations do stipulate that magic experiments cannot be imposed on living people." Harvey sighed and said helplessly, "But the problem is that I do not plan to conduct my experiments when he is alive."

"Mr. Reiner came to me to buy his body after his death and give the money to his children as inheritance."

"Mr. Reiner himself died because he was too ill on the night he came to me..."

Harvey looked at Jeffrey coldly and said, "But I did not expect that out of sympathy for Mr. Reiner, I doubled the cost of purchasing the body, but it was exchanged for his family's accusations and slander!"

"Mr. Jeffrey, have you not told Mr. Burco that you received the 50 pounds?"

Burkoho stood up, pointed at Harvey and said angrily, "This is just one side of you! Reiner passed away that night? I'm afraid he died from your experiment!"

He paused and ordered the clerk beside him, "Go and ask a church pastor to come as soon as possible. I ask for a direct autopsy. Humph, the experimental traces of the undead magic can't escape the church's divine detection."

As long as Harvey has traces of using magic on Reiner, he can basically convict his behavior.

As for whether it is before or after death, haha, who cares?

More than half of the members of the Federation do not respond to the undead spell casters, and even if they are exposed to the senior management of the Ministry of Affairs, they have an absolute advantage.

About half an hour later, a pale-bearded priest of the magical arts quickly arrived at Harvey's manor under the guidance of the clerk.

No one continued to have a lingering thought and followed Harvey to the storage room.

Reiner's body was lying quietly on the metal countertop of the storage room, surrounded by frozen magic stones hanging above, maintaining the body's uncorrupted state.

"Pastor Dorole, please start the autopsy!"

The old pastor nodded and slowly walked to the metal table. He asked the clerk to peel off the dead's clothes and observe the scars at close range.

Burco keenly observed that the deceased's limbs were healthy, and even the skin exposed to the clothes was not damaged.

This shows that the magic used by Harvey in his experiment is most likely to be toxins or curses.

Pastor Dorole carefully examined the appearance of the deceased's body, and did not even let go of private parts such as the back of the head, fingers, soles of the feet and crotch.

He stood up and shook his head slightly at Burco.

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Harvey stood aside and looked at him without saying a word.

"Please use the Exploration Magic. I suspect it is a curse magic." Bulco stated clearly.

A soft warm light emerged from Doro's palms, rapidly expanding and covering the body of the dead, wrapping the entire body.

"There is no trace of casting of curse magic..."

"No traces of toxins or plague-like magic were found..."

"Huh? Is there any medicine component of the eczema in my body?" The pastor frowned slightly, a little confused.

Burko's eyes lit up and he asked quickly, "Is it a brand new poison?"

Dorool gathered the energy of the holy light and directly expressed negation.

"The corpse has no trace of being cast or poisoned. As for the dream Epiphyllum... let Master Harvey himself explain it."

Harvey said slowly: "You may not be familiar with alchemy pharmacology. The cysticus is the main material of a sleeping potion and is completely non-toxic in itself."

"At that time, Mr. Reiner's cold epidemic was already extremely severe, and he had frequent vomiting of blood and severe pain." He pointed to Reiner's body and turned to look at his son Jeffrey.

"I couldn't bear to die in pain in the torture, and at his plea, I gave him a normal dose of the Epiphyllum juice."

"I believe Pastor Dorole has also detected the severity of the cold epidemic symptoms in his body. As for whether the nightmares of the Dream Epiphyllum juice is poison, the pharmacists in the Federation will give their answers."

Pastor Dorole nodded, his expression had been much more relaxed than when he first came. "Although I do not agree with the various actions of the undead spell caster, Master Harvey's mercy on others is worthy of praise. This poor cold-epidemic patient has been infected with the entire internal organs. Even the church's healing magic tricks, I'm afraid it will There is no way to turn the world around."

Burco stared at the priest with wide eyes and in disbelief. "Pastor Dorole, do you mean that this deceased had never suffered magical experiments at all during his lifetime, and was a natural death from a serious illness?"

"The glory is above, and the shepherd of God will never lie. Sorry, Master Bulko."

Reiner's son Jeffrey suddenly rushed to his father's body and started crying.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! My father is not seriously ill, he must have been killed. The Necromancer must compensate my father for his death!"

Before Burco had time to stop him, Harvey immediately said with a cold face and said seriously: "Mr. Reiner said in his own words that he came to me after leaving a suicide note at home."

"Mr. Jeffrey, since you have received the contract and remuneration, it is impossible that you have not seen that suicide note, right?"

Harvey turned to look at Burco, "Mr. Burco, do you need to send an investigator who can cast a scene backtracking spell to investigate at Reiner's home?"

Burco suppressed his anger. In order to get more compensation from Harvey, he even concealed such important information.

But in front of the church pastor, he could not kill the untouched pariah, who was blinded by money, because he was too confident before and took the initiative to involve the church in this dispute between the caster and the common people. Now Instead, he was tied up in a cocoon.

Thinking of this, Bulco, who was conscious of his inappropriateness, could only snort coldly and prepare to turn and leave.

"Wait! Lord Burco, I'm going to take my father's body away, I can't let him stay in the Dead Mage's Demon's Cave." Jeffrey also tried to gain sympathy.

Burco's anger finally burst out, and he raised his hand and slapped Jeffrey hard in the face, which made him swollen in his cheeks instantly and he fell to the ground.

"Silly pig, do you fart when you act as a magic contract of the Federation!"