[An old man named Coben, his age is between 55 and 65 years old]

【He gasps a little harder and may have a little tracheal disease】

【He looks happy】

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The information flow kept flashing, and at the entrance of the schoolyard filled with corpses, a hunchbacked man in a gray robe and gray-haired, walked in hurriedly under the guidance of the soldiers.

"Hello, Lord Kelanston." As he greeted him, he looked at Charles with his slightly cloudy blue eyes, especially those flies covering Charles' skin, with a strong curiosity in his eyes and an extremely polite tone.

"Hello, old sir." Charles also nodded at him, looked at him, and just as he was about to ask him what he was looking for him, a strange and fierce face suddenly appeared on his cheek, and after roaring, he was pulled back again.

The incident happened very quickly, but due to location issues, it was obvious that it was impossible to hide the old man in front of him.

This made Charles' face turn a little dark. It would be fine if he was alone. Now there are others here, and that thing is so dishonest?

He paid attention to the expression of the old man opposite him, but surprisingly, the old man was not scared after being "harmed", but was filled with joy.

"I didn't find ghosts in Herrenburg. I really saw you. The soul really exists! The group of gray-clothed sheep have always denied this, it was just their ignorance!"

The old man's face was full of excitement, and his tone seemed to be a little polite compared to what he had just said.

"Gray-clothed sheep?" Charles was not familiar with this person, and could even be said to be unfamiliar with him, so he was a little confused about his words at this time.

By the way, what did this person come to him for?

"The group of sheep in the gray robe in the school town is no different from ordinary people, just as ignorant and stupid as low-level animals."

The old man said indifferently, his tone was calm, but his words could not hide his disdain for the "grey-clothed sheep".

Xuecheng is a knowledge holy place in Westeros, located in an old town in the south of the mainland. Charles still knows this, but it seems to have nothing to do with him. He glanced at the pile of corpses beside him, then looked at the old man in front of him. He coughed dryly and asked, "Do you have something to do with me?"

"Yes, yes, I heard about your name when I was in Herrenburg, so I really wanted to..." Hearing this, the old man who was originally disdainful of his face seemed a little nervous at this moment. He said in a hurry: "I think... can I let me take a look at your witchcraft? Of course, please don't get me wrong. I just want to take a look. There is no other meaning. That is my biggest goal in life."

The old man Koben looked cramped, and his kind appearance, like a grandfather next door, looked quite pitiful, but Charles just shook his head at this.

"Witchcraft is for murder, not for performance."

"This... Maybe I'm a little abrupt. I hope you can understand the eagerness of an old man's wish for many years to be touched. Well, you see, I will exchange it with you with my knowledge? No, I don't want your precious knowledge. I just want to take a look, just look, look..."

As he said that, he hurriedly took out a thick parchment book from the armpit of his gray robe, which looked full of flip marks, and then looked at it reluctantly, and handed it to Charles, "You may not know that I am also a black magic lover. This book is the main way I usually study. Well, I think he is the most important baby on me, take a look."

Seeing his nervous look, Charles thought for a while and raised his hand to take the parchment.

Open it and browse it and see the various strange patterns recorded in it, as well as the common Westeros written completely hand-written by strokes, which made Charles understand the preciousness of this book.

[A book recording the secret magic of the medieval era, its history is very long]

The message passing by also reminded him of this, so Charles closed the book and raised his eyes and said, "Are you afraid that I will not do anything after taking something, and take this book for myself?"

Because he is an old man, Charles' tone has some honorific words.

"I heard that for you, casting spells is as simple as eating and drinking water. I think you should not make things difficult for me, a bad old man." The old man said in a complimentary tone: "Besides, I hope this book can be carried forward in your hands, so that those gray-clothed sheep can see how powerful the things they once looked down upon are!"

When the old man said this, his wrinkled old face was full of indignation.

Charles felt that he seemed to have deep resentment towards the group of "grey-clothed sheep" he mentioned, but he did not explore the thoughts of an old man's inner world.

He looked down and flipped through the book again, Charles nodded, "Okay, the deal was reached, what do you want to see?"

"I heard that you awakened the spirit of the dead for you to drive when you were in Red Fort? I think..."

"Of course this is OK, but you have to prepare the corpse materials yourself."

The old man was stunned when he heard this, then glanced around him, "Isn't this... not all?"

"These deaths have lasted too long," Charles said concisely: "If you always want to watch the broken version, I naturally have no objection."

In fact, it is because of the absorption of spirituality and cannot be used normally. The summoned will only be those dull skeletons who have no ability to move.

After taking someone’s treasure, Charles still has to be a little "integrity", so he doesn’t plan to fool him on this.

"It's total, it's not incomplete!" The old man nodded quickly when he heard this, and then shouted a few times outside the fence without thinking.

So a short gray-clothed servant ran over from a corner in the distance.

"This is my newly accepted apprentice from Herrenburg, named Joey." Coben said, patting the apprentice's head, and said kindly: "Call the Wizard!"

"Hello, wizard, wizard."

The short apprentice hurriedly bowed and saluted, his voice timid and shy, but the moment he bent down, a snow-white blade suddenly smeared his slightly fat neck in the blink of an eye.

Blood burst out, the short apprentice's eyes wide open, his mouth was sucking, and there was still a trace of shyness left on his face.

Immediately afterwards, the apprentice who had just met and before Charles could even return a greeting, he fell to the ground with his neck covered.

Blood overflowed from the gap between his fingers, and the apprentice stared at his master with wide eyes, his expression full of confusion and fear. But in the end, they all fell into dimness due to the rapid dissipation of vitality. The body that fell to the ground stretched out his legs and hesitated, and finally became completely quiet.

Blood flowed into a pool of blood. Seeing all this, Charles couldn't help but jump, and his eyes looked at the old man in gray robe, and found that there was no emotion on his face.

"Why did you do this?" Charles was also confused. He thought the old man wanted to ask his apprentice to find a fresh corpse, but he actually made this happen!?

"It is his honor to be able to contribute to a great cause." Old Man Coben said as expected, and seeing that Charles looked a little embarrassed, he was quite strange.

"As a dark wizard, I don't think you should have had such a big reaction to this."

"The black wizard is the name of others." Seeing his posture, Charles couldn't help but feel disgust in his heart. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly fell silent after seeing the surrounding situation.

The corpses with purple skin were silently accusing him of his crime just now and quietly reminding Charle of his own identity - whether it happened now, once, or even destined to happen in the future, he seemed to be ineligible to blame others.

Now that I have such an idea, I just want to "smile a hundred steps" in fifty steps.

"I cast spells, you see, your primary apprentice will always be behind you for your research after the deal is completed, and I don't want to see you again if possible."

He said in a low tone, his mood suddenly became very unbeautiful, and his idea of ​​respecting the elderly that had been slightly more than good, was completely gone.

After saying that, he ignored the old man's inexplicable face, opened and closed his mouth, and slowly spit out a series of strange spells.

As soon as the mysterious low spell appeared suddenly, Koben was no longer thinking about the words of Charles. He pricked his ears and tried to remember the dark and strange sounds around him, while his turbid old eyes stared at the corpse of his original apprentice without blinking.

So not long after, he saw that the servant who had just died suddenly began to bloat his chest, then his belly, thighs, forehead...

When the swelling reached its extreme, the pale and blood-covered bones sat upright in the dead body, and various internal organs and blood were scattered with its waist, just like a beggar buried deep in the garbage pile sitting up, and a pile of garbage slipped off the body.

"This is really the ultimate of black magic..." Even though he had used a living person to solve the experiment, the old man Koben was shocked when he saw this scene, but then he pounded around the skeleton with excitement, muttering to himself while beating, as if he had entered a certain working state.

"This is a lunatic."

Shire came to the conclusion about this, looked down at the book in his hand, and suddenly felt a sense of regret. However, this emotion flew away. After giving the skeleton an order to follow the old man, he asked him to leave without saying a word.
Chapter completed!