The night wind was blowing, and there were a lot of snow spots in it. Kelson was walking behind Jean, making it pierce like a thorn. Jean thought that this was the opponent warning him to escape, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for this thoughtful wizard. The demon is a little more fearful.
The reason why Kelsen huddled behind Jean was just to use his tall figure and broad-shouldered windbreaker to block the snow. Just kidding, I only have a set of work clothes. If I get them all wet, I will suffer a lot when I go to work tomorrow.
The two of them walked all the way from the slums to the Yunding District, where the nobles lived, and their destination was a small manor on the edge. After Gene rang the doorbell, an old butler with gray hair wearing a crisp suit and white gloves rushed over.
He first saw Jean, then looked at Kelson behind him, and cast a questioning look at Jean.
"New 'partners'." Gene explained briefly: "Who are all here today."
The old butler answered as he opened the door: "Master, there is also William."
Kelsen followed behind and observed silently. He originally thought that the gathering point of this group of necromancers would be in a basement or simply in the sewers, but he didn't expect that it was actually a noble's home.
But it is reasonable to think about it. Regarding the reward system for killing necromancers by the Three Saints Religion, places like dark rooms or tunnels have probably been searched long ago. Only the nobles with privileges can survive.
This manor is not big, but the overall style is very unique. The night orchid that Kelsen saw in the garden is already a valuable alchemy material. From this point of view, the owner of this household is not living a tight life.
Pushing open the copper-edged sandalwood door, Kelsen stepped into the two-story villa. The crystal lamp was bright and bright. A white-haired young man with his long hair tied into a ponytail was frowning and talking to a werewolf wearing a windbreaker. When he saw Jean, he was about to say hello, and then he saw Kelson behind him, frowning. Suddenly he wrinkled up.
"Jean, didn't you go harvest the Grudge Prisms? Why did you bring guests here?" His tone was unkind, but he did not immediately express strong hostility.
Jean quickly explained: "Sai, this is the uh... lich I met halfway?"
Kelsen looked at the man named Sai with a half-smile, and he could see the origin of this man at the first glance.
After all, he had been infected with vampire fever, and the spirituality remaining in his blood was slightly restless. Kelsen already knew that this man was actually a vampire.
"Kelson Dominic, I didn't expect to see a vampire king in the church city." Certain taboo knowledge emerged in Kelson's memory. This kind of vampire that can completely cover up blood pupils and fangs is obviously They are no longer ordinary blood servants.
Surprise flashed in Sai's eyes. According to legend, lichs and vampires are closely related, so it was not surprising that they were recognized. In addition, as a vampire, he is more sensitive to life, and he can't even feel the other person's life ether, so he believed Jean's words first.
But he still raised his eyebrows, lit a cigar, and said calmly: "Cy Stewart. I thought they were the same kind, but it seems that you have completely given up on life and become a complete undead creature."
There are experts too! Kelsen was keenly aware of the emotion in the other person's eyes and continued to disguise his identity. Anyway, except that I don’t have a phylactery so I can’t be resurrected, I’m really no different from a lich:
"Unfortunately, it is not a successful transformation, just barely surviving."
Sai's brain was running rapidly at this moment. As one of the core members of the death party, he usually plays the role of think tank. At this moment, he was even more frightened by Kelsen's ambiguous hints and began to automatically make up for Kelsen's suggestions. identity.
"Your Excellency, it seems that there was a problem with the ritual of transforming the lich, which caused it to wake up now?" Sai himself found a reasonable explanation for Kelsen. Sometimes things are so strange, and it is often hard to believe what you are told directly, but you are convinced of the conclusions you have inferred.
Kelsen was noncommittal and pretended to smile profoundly, and this became a kind of acquiescence in Sai's eyes. He immediately came to the conclusion that this person must be involved in the death meeting.
The potential value of an ancient lich with forbidden knowledge is huge, and it will be of great help to their plan to escape Kongsbord.
"In this case, you must know very little about today's society. It can be said that Kongsbod today is not friendly to us aliens. Would you consider joining us and helping each other?" Sai immediately said: " We can exchange knowledge and exchange needed items and intelligence, which is much easier than surviving alone in such a dangerous city."
In fact, under the current situation, even if the opponent is a lich, he has to recognize the reality. With the strength of the Holy Fire Tribunal, it is not easy to kill an established lich, let alone a lich whose transformation ritual has gone wrong. .
Kelsen naturally had no reason to refuse. It would be better to say that this played into his heart. However, he still pretended to be reserved for a moment before slowly speaking: "It makes sense. After all, I just got a new body and it will take some time to adapt." .”
At this point, the logic is almost complete. If anyone investigates Kelsen's background, they will only think that it is a story about an unlucky student who accidentally awakened an ancient lich using a cult ritual and then had his body taken away.
"Then welcome Mr. Kelson to join. I will introduce you to the other members of the Death Council when I have the opportunity." Kelson shook hands with Sai, and Sai also told the butler next to him: "To Mr. Kelson Prepare a room, and as for those grudge prisms, just treat them as a personal meeting gift for you."
Kelsen then looked at the werewolf beside him and asked, "Is this also a member of the Death Society?"
"No, he's just an information dealer." The werewolf quickly stood up, took out a business card and handed it to Kelson: "My name is William. If you need any help, you can contact me for help. I still have some points on the road. Thin noodles.”
Kelsen looked at the business card and understood that this person was probably a Gray Glove, wandering between black and white, handling things that were difficult to do personally.
"Definitely." Kelson put the business card into his pocket and said with a smile.
After receiving the reply, William and Sai said goodbye politely, and then left the villa alone. The remaining three people also sat on the sofa. The old housekeeper had already brewed black tea and served it for them.
Kelsen took a sip of black tea, which tasted like herbs that improve mental focus. It seemed that Mr. Sai was really rich: "Silver rush stems and emerald lilacs. Mr. Sai seems to be quite knowledgeable about alchemical potions." I have some insights."
"It's just superficial, but you can tell the ingredients after just one sip. It seems that you are very knowledgeable in this matter." Sai complimented politely, and took the opportunity to talk about another thing: "Although I have invited you to join the membership, in fact For formal approval, we need to wait for the members to gather and vote again. But now if you have any questions, you can ask me directly, and I will naturally tell you everything I know."
Finally getting to the point, Kelsen put down the teacup in his hand and asked the question he was most concerned about:
"I would like to understand the promotion paths and knowledge structure of today's necromancers."
