After Kelsen finished handling Bart's commission, he returned to his single dormitory. It was time for the hospital to get off work. Most of Holy Trinity's doctors are minor nobles, or the second sons or illegitimate sons of big nobles, otherwise they would not be able to afford such expensive tuition.
After completing their studies, they will be able to get a decent job and a good salary. At the same time, they will also have the opportunity to hook up with the great nobles. It is better to say that the latter is their main business.
Therefore, after get off work, these people often leave the responsibility of duty to their poor or lower-status classmates, and go to various social gatherings to find ways to achieve a class leap.
At this moment, they were walking out of the gorgeous door of the hospital together, talking and laughing. The leader was about to stop a clockwork carriage, but suddenly noticed Kelsen walking back.
At this moment, Kelsen was planning to return to his independent dormitory to study the two necromancy scrolls worth several gold and dogons, and at the same time try to see if he could use the Death Resentment Prism to refine the forbidden knowledge in his mind. A powerful prop.
"Hey, isn't this our genius boy? How did he end up like this?" Anthony led someone to stop Kelson, and said in a strange way: "Let me see, this uniform... is not for sitting in the laboratory department. Take the bench."
Kelsen's clothes are indeed shabby. After all, the laboratory department is no more public than the doctors. The uniforms are ordinary white robes, and some places are still stained with dust from the trip last night.
In order to show that it is a high-end service institution, all the doctors of Holy Trinity Hospital wear straight white robes made of Yue Cang silk customized from the Principality of Lassiew. They are also embellished with gold threads and the Holy Trinity cross is embroidered on the chest. logo, suitable for wearing directly to a banquet.
Kelsen looked up and said, "Hey, isn't this an old acquaintance?" The leader of his former class was said to be the son of a certain baron, but his true identity was the illegitimate son of a powerful earl. Everyone saw through it but didn't tell it. After all, the earl doted on his only son. He probably wanted him to become a doctor and then find a well-matched marriage to have a reason to entrust his inheritance to him.
This turtle grandson was a bit talented and had good grades in school, but unfortunately he lost his academic skills later on. He liked to socialize with others on the basis of his good skin, and his professional level was naturally not comparable to that of Kelsen in the past. As the saying goes, people who are both talentless and jealous are talking about this kind of people.
"Ah, yes, yes, I really broke my defense. Just because of your words, I immediately lost my armor. I was sweating profusely, and my whole body was cold. The Jade Syndrome suddenly broke out. It was like there was no power on the ether. Clockwork carriages, warlocks with anti-magic stones, and demon hunters who have separated from their spiritual core." Kelsen finished this long paragraph expressionlessly, but in his heart he only had his great cause of learning necromancy: "So can I go, bro?"
Anthony opened his mouth, but stopped again and again. It seemed that the other person had given in, but the expressionless expression on his face seemed to be some kind of mockery. He recalled the painful memories of his crazy involution when he entered school many years ago, only to see someone else on the list before him.
At this moment, Kelson was about to enter the hospital, and Anthony struggled out of his memory. His expression was gloomy, but deep down in his heart, he had already thought about how to make trouble for this once unparalleled genius.
You don't need to dirty your hands to do this kind of thing.
At this time, a girl with long black hair, also wearing a doctor's robe, walked over. Just the profile of her face attracted Anthony's attention. She had pure skin and a quiet and soft face that was ethereal and indifferent. Before he could take a closer look, the person had already walked over.
"Who is that? Why haven't I seen it before?"
The young nobleman next to him immediately explained: "The new transfer student, for example, one level below us, who graduated early with excellent grades, seems to be called...Mofna."
At this moment, the girl named Mofna also walked quickly to Kelsen's side, and whispered to him as she walked: "That noble just now planned to use methods to deal with you."
Kelsen was walking smoothly when he was suddenly spoken to by a petite girl. He was also surprised: "How do you know?"
The girl did not answer his question, but said something else that made him confused: "You have the Tome of Ida Samus in your hands, right?"
"What is that..." Kelson asked.
The girl stopped talking, but gave Ivan a meaningful look, then turned and left in the other direction. Although she didn't seem to be walking fast, she disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye. Kelsen was left standing there with a frown on his face, thinking.
It was really one trouble after another. Kelsen didn't think about it anymore. He couldn't figure it out anyway. It is serious business to seize the time to learn necromancy and improve yourself.
He quickly returned to the dormitory and took down the box made of precious wood from the bookshelf. After opening it, there were two palm-length gray scrolls lying inside. The shroud-like surface was engraved with an ominous talisman. arts.
Kelsen held the elder tree's shaft and carefully identified the runes on it.
good! can't read.
Kelson had bought a mage scroll before, which could be used after tearing it apart, but at that time he had no spirituality or the ability to control the ether, so naturally he could not understand the operation of the spell. Now he began to try to contact the scroll with his spirituality. The moment his eclipse spirituality penetrated the scroll, those blue runes were used as spiritual threads and were directly connected to Kelsen's brain.
good! Now I understand!
This scroll imprinted a spell model in Kelsen's mind. As long as he runs his spirituality according to the model, he can release spells. The name of this spell is also engraved in it, called Soul Arrow. The casting material requires the spiritual slough left after the death of the ghost. The better the quality, the more powerful it will be.
Basic long-range necromancy, yes, but now it's a bit like a warlock's method. If it weren't for the lack of spiritual transformation around him, Kelsen would have had to try his hand at the whole ruthless job.
After reflecting on the spell model for a moment, Kelsen touched the second scroll and began to analyze the spells in it. The model of this spell is obviously much more disordered than the first one, with more changes.
Flesh and blood reconstruction is an offensive and defensive technique that requires contact with the flesh to be used. It can be used to repair the caster's flesh and blood body, or it can be used to distort the opponent's body. However, this technique is extremely unstable, because the caster can only control the general direction of the technique.
Theoretically, it is possible that the body was not repaired at all and internal bleeding was caused instead. Or he wanted to destroy the flesh on the opposite side, but his wounds were stitched up by others.
Fortunately, people who are more familiar with the body can control the bias more accurately. As a medical student, Kelsen has a natural advantage in this.
The scroll that had been learned was like a lit cigarette, swallowed up by blue embers and gradually dissipated in the air. Kelsen stood up. The flesh-and-blood reconstruction technique only requires any flesh and blood as the casting medium. He planned to test his suitability for the technique.
He rolled up his sleeves, and there were two black holes on his right forearm, which were left by hunting giant rats some time ago. As a living dead, his body has long lost its ability to heal, so this wound has always remained here.
It's troublesome to keep this thing covered up, so I just wanted to try it out. Kelsen walked out of the bedroom and after a moment took back a piece of biological material from the alchemy room.
He held the medium and stared at the wound, his spirituality began to move along with the spell model, and at the same time he began to chant blasphemous incantations. Following the hollow tone that seemed to come from Jiuyou, Kelsen seized the moment when the model was stable and focused on how to construct the muscles.
As the medium was swallowed up by his palm, the perception outside his vision at this moment seemed to be reproducing the muscle fibers being reorganized inch by inch. Blood-red muscles surged in the hollow of the arm, and the pale skin quickly grew out after the hole was quickly blocked. .
Kelsen turned his smooth arm over and observed. This technique even created his own blood. Unfortunately, his hematopoietic system had stopped long ago, and this blood stasis would soon be decomposed by his own necrotic ether.
However, I seem to be particularly talented in necromancy.
