Kelsen had finished his working life for the day. It had become a routine for him to arrive late and leave early at Holy Trinity. Occasionally, he would be asked to help out during surgeries in the pathology department. The bag containing money when paying wages was considered to be a bit heavy. .
As soon as four o'clock arrived, Kelsen sneaked out of the hospital decisively, got on a carriage and came to his small clinic. There were already four or five people lined up at the door. Kelsen asked him to get out of the way and took out the key and opened the security door.
It is true that he makes a lot of money in a private clinic, and Kelsen, a chosen worker, does not need to sleep at all, and he has been refining alchemy potions. In just half a month, he has saved ten gold dogons.
This amount of money can be said to be the annual income of an ordinary white-collar worker, and he can buy a nice single apartment in the mid-rise area of Kongsbod.
There were no particularly serious patients today. The most serious case was that a fool accidentally opened a blasphemous clown box with his hand, and his hand was swallowed by the cluster of tentacles that came out of it.
"Doctor! My king's power! Can you save me?"
"Would you like to read less of the chuuni comics published by the metropolitan newspaper?" Kelsen simply removed the diseased tissue, and then used instruments and chemicals to purify the fracture: "Why don't you install a prosthetic hand? Anyway, you got it That box is worth a lot of money...forget it, I bought it."
Seeing the young man leaving the clinic with the money bag in his only remaining hand, Kelsen estimated that installing a better prosthesis would cost about half of the silver coins. He knew this young man. At the age of sixteen, he was forced to face dangerous supernatural beings without learning any mysticism, just to make money to support a family of six.
He is lucky, this box makes enough money to feed his family for a year. But in the lower-class slums, more people can only die silently in unknown corners, and even their bodies and souls have been desecrated by evil spirits, making them unable to live in peace.
This is the lower-class ghetto of Kongsborne, a place where people eat people.
The people behind were all nearby neighbors. After learning that the black clinic had opened, the young doctor was much more talkative than the previous one. Many people with headaches, fever, or chronic diseases came to Kelsen for treatment.
With Kelsen's medical level, he could only try to treat them as much as possible and prescribe some drugs they could afford, but it would be difficult for most people to truly recover.
Because there is no cure for the disease of poverty.
Is this the fate they deserve? As a former Chinese person, Kelsen didn't think so. The pain experienced by these low-class people has made them on the verge of breaking out. Maybe if there is a chance, he wants to push behind...
After seeing off the last batch of guests today, Kelsen also fell into leisure. He simply locked the door of the store and took out a package given to him by Sai Sai today. The contents of the package were all the necromancy techniques that the Death Society had obtained so far. These things were a real help to Kelsen, who was currently poor in means.
However, he did not rush forward greedily for merit, but chose a technique that was currently more suitable for him to learn.
At present, he can relatively stably control part of the power of the Deathfall fragment in his right hand. In addition to using it as a sneak attack with the Hidden Blade, he can also conduct a covering raid at mid-range through sensing in place. He has also recently mastered the ability to use it as a sneak attack. How to use the fragments of death fall into claws.
But either way, someone needs to cover and create opportunities, so the first spell Kelsen chose was the most classic technique of the necromancers, summoning the dead.
Because Kelsen wanted to be exposed in public, it was impossible to make a death servant to keep by his side at all times. He could only choose to summon undead creatures directly from the soul tomb plane. Kelsen personally likes this technique very much, it has the beauty of drawing cards.
If you can draw an orange card, you can also bind it with the Dead Man's Contract, an accessory spell of the Dead Summoning. As long as you can regularly provide spiritual transformation, you will have a fixed and powerful thug.
The first summons required a ritual, so Kelsen simply found a room in the clinic and used blood-soaked sand to draw runes symbolizing the soul tomb on the ground. Lighting a few candles made from the fat of black sheep, Kelsen recited the obscure spells he learned from the scrolls amid the gathering of negative energy.
The materialized dark wind swirled and rose in the room, and the sand runes on the ground ignited pale flames. Kelsen grabbed a handful of casting materials mixed with void salt and spiritual slough, and sprinkled them in the middle of the formation.
Suddenly, a space vortex collapsed in the middle of the runes. Among the steps composed of countless innocent souls, Kelsen's spirituality began to initiate an invitation with the undead souls in the soul tomb.
The constantly burning runes symbolized the passage of time for this summoning. Kelsen felt like he had initiated the matching mechanism, but his spiritual transformation was prepared in a hurry, and the quality could only be described as mediocre. Therefore, those who responded to the summons were all weak undead. Kelsen did not accept it. His purpose was to summon someone who could resist the line.
In the end, there were no more dead souls to respond to Kelsen. After all, with this salary, it would be difficult for anyone to do things for you Kelsen.
Kelsen was not discouraged. This time he just tried to see if the spell could be used. If possible, he would prepare some spiritual transformations of better quality next time, as he would always be able to summon powerful death creatures.
Seeing that the runes were about to burn out, Kelsen was surprised that the black book in his mind began to emit eternal pressure at this moment, and the unknown dark power condensed into a crown of thorns and bones above his head. head crown.
With the infusion of this power, the great will in the Soul Tomb also began to vibrate. When their power came here, the rune flames on the ground were frozen as if time stopped. Kelsen felt that everything around him became black and white, and he could barely move with the help of the bone crown on his head.
After about a few minutes in consciousness, Kelsen felt those few wills leave, and as if they had negotiated and compromised, a black figure slowly rose from the formation.
As the figure straightened up, Kelsen discovered what was extraordinary about this undead creature. It was at least two meters tall. Compared with ordinary skeletons or dead soul creatures, this undead actually had a body. The pitch-black body contained the condensed power of erosion, and the knotted muscles had a steel-like beauty.
A voice as deep as coming from Jiu Ming came from the dark shadow under the hood:
"In response to the dispatch of the Lords of the End, I will serve under the Lord of the Codex Idasamous."
Damn it? It also has extremely high intelligence. What level of undead creature is this? Looking at this exquisite shawl, the whole body is covered with strong muscles! There is also a highly concentrated body of necrotic demonic accumulation, which is powerful! So powerful!
It seems that the black book in my mind is really the so-called Codex of Idasamius. It seems that this thing is an incredible artifact for the world of the dead.
Of course, Kelsen couldn't show his timidity: "Give me your real name."
The undead creature knelt down on one knee again and began to chant his true name: "My name is Malachi Gladstone Osvid Clair Latin."
As the long name fell like a heavy stone, Kelsen felt the heaviness, solidity and indestructibility of this real name like a mountain. By the time he reacted, the contract had been completed, and he could summon this powerful existence from the Soul Tomb at any time if he wanted.
"Malachi, stand down." Kelson waved his hand.
"Yes, my lord." Malachi bowed his head in salute, and then his body slowly sank into the ground.
As his contracted undead left, Kelsen finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he was able to guess what kind of existence he had just faced. Those are the legendary "Final Returns" who can rival the gods. These plane managers who have existed since the birth of the world actually have a trace of will here.
Kelsen shook his head. Pulling the tiger skin of Idasamius Sacred Scripture brought him many powerful benefits. However, according to the law of extraordinary conservation, there is always an equivalence relationship between gain and effort. He didn’t know what he wanted. When will the price be paid?
But there's no point in thinking so much. Now that you've got a powerful helper, it's better to focus on the next thing.
How to kill this fat guy Peter Felix.
