The concept of topography seems to be quite troublesome for humans, and the place with a lot of water is called the ocean, and the small piece of land above the ocean is called an island. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I'm on the island right now, the narrow strip of land known as Shadowtooth. After staying in this place for more than ten days, I have become accustomed to the huge sea breeze, the terrifying sea breeze that can blow up a huge sea creature called whales.

The buildings on Shadow Fang Island are no more than two floors, and all the buildings are carved with magic circles that shimmer with light, and countless spar flashes can even illuminate the entire island at night, and even the stone streets around the buildings are full of magic patterns.

There were so many people here, so much so that the distance between each person on the street was no more than the width of a human being, and the people here were very powerful, so powerful that many of them were not much different from Kempton, the court swordsman at that time.

Everyone was hostile, and as the lich Grim Guston led us out of the teleportation array, I even felt a few spirits instantly lock on to me and the summoner, and the summoner felt it too, and she pulled me against me.

The lich Grimstone snorted coldly, and those few spiritual locks disappeared in an instant. It takes us forward, and in such a crowded environment, the people in front of them still consciously get out of the way, and the strong are really privileged!

Finally we came to a black building with a small manor.

In the past ten days, I have been out a few times, and every time I shuttle through the crowd, there will be several scratches on my body, large and small, and Legstone will not even give me clothes to wear for this reason, saying that I have ruined such a good robe, but fortunately, the summoner can use a human skill called sewing, and every time he helps me to sew up the tattered holes.

I really can't tell when these scratches were made, the lich told me it was caused by a special human profession called thieves, and that they specialized in cutting clothes?

The human body is much taller and wider than my skeleton body, so every time I walk in the crowd, I can't see what's around me, but fortunately, I basically don't rely on soul flames to see the world, I have soul perception.

There aren't many buildings with manors in the whole of Shadowtooth Island, and while it doesn't matter to me whether or not there is a manor, the summoner seems to like the manor with lots of green trees and swings.

Several times she would let me push her in the back, and she sat on the simple object called a swing and seemed very happy, and she asked me to go up and try it too, and I refused.

I can't think of what humans do to make such things. I wonder even more as to why the Lich, as a necromantic creature, has such a vibrant place in his manor, and it is not pleasant to live in this place for a long time.

Compared to the manor outside, the black building is a whole other world, and as soon as you enter the door, you can feel the strong smell of death and darkness, and the red carpet similar to the castle of the dead, extending from the doorway to the circular clearing in front of it, where the ceiling has a bright crystal lamp, which is suspended by a metal body, not floating in the air.

The lich had set us up an upstairs room, and the summoner was next door to me, and the lich went to his room and brought out the huge bed, and somehow got back a stone bed of the same shape.

"I can only sleep on it." The summoner said to me.

In the past, we had always slept directly on the ground during the journey, and even in small villages, we had separate rooms for summoners, and the lich and I spent the night on the outside land.

Lichs never get dirt on them, unlike when I waited until dawn to get their bones covered in dust and leaves. I don't seem to have seen what it was like for summoners to sleep since I left the Castle of the Dead, could it be that the habits of summoners have changed from something called velvet to stone during this time?

"I want to see you sleep." I said it directly to the summoner.

"Huh?" The summoner looked at me quizzically, his face flushed slightly.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you sleep, and I wonder why you're sleeping on a stone bed now." I told her.

"You should feel it every time I come into contact with you, that kind of power that I can't control. It was Grandpa's curse at the cost of his soul, and the lich said it was the secret of the Sandru family, the Great Necromantic King's Guardian. Asking for the power of the Necromantic King at the cost of the soul cannot be damaged by external forces unless it is lifted by the caster himself, and lasts for about a year.

I don't have access to many objects right now, and my will can only control a tiny fraction of what makes it easier for me to move. The velvet bed turns into black juice just like the plants you've ever seen. I don't know why I was able to touch you, but I'm already very happy. ”

"And when are you going to lift this curse?" I asked her, and she said, "I'll wait for it to reach its own time, and I'm still not very comfortable with the lich, and although he promised me to help me get revenge, I don't understand why he should help me." ”

I didn't have any more problems, so I stopped talking.

"Do you still want to watch me sleep? Little Skeleton "The summoner asked me suddenly, I looked at her and replied that I didn't want to.

"Then you won't go out and wait for me to undress and show you?" She said.

I was disdainful of what the human body was looking at, but it seemed to be the summoner's room standing there, so I turned and left.

The lich hasn't slept since coming to the house, and the necrons don't need to sleep as long as they have enough energy, unlike humans who need to sleep to sustain their life forms.

But he still had a room with a bed that wasn't too big, and the bedding on it was yellowed and dusty, and he hadn't touched it for a long time. In addition to the bed, it was surrounded by heavy books, a kind of thing that humans used to record and pass on knowledge.

Sure enough, this is a low-level world, and there is no such high-level goods as soul information.

The Lich takes time out of his day to teach summoners something called magic, and I've seen the power of it.

I have nothing to do every time I summon a learner, and I have been to this narrow city surrounded by dark elements a few times before, and after a few times I don't want to go out again, so I am bored and look at human books, there are only a few pictures in a book, are humans really capable of reading so many words? Isn't it tiring to watch so much!

The lich said that he actually had a way of passing on the entire human language to me, and that if I accepted it, I would be able to understand all human languages in their entirety, including all kinds of ancient human languages.

Then he told me that he would not pass it on to me, and that he had already handed it over to the summoner. The summoner came to me and said to me, "Little skeleton, I'm sorry, my ability is not up to the level of using this soul spell right now. ”

"How long will it take for you to use it?" I asked the summoner, and she told me hesitantly, "If it's fast, it's about three or four years." ”

I listened and said, "Then I'd better study on my own." "This is not an abrupt idea, I don't know how to go back to the undead realm, and I haven't thought about going back, the Skeleton King seems to want to kill me, and I will kill myself when I go back.

She would probably have to live in the human world for a long time, and she needed to be able to listen to and communicate with the summoners as humans.

Actually, this is what the lich told me, and I think soul messages are more quick, but apparently when the summoner is in a low mood, she rarely replies to my soul messages.

The summoner was surprised when she heard that I wanted to learn human language, and she found the lich to explain the situation, and the lich was distressed, "You want to learn human language, it's nerve-wracking, how can I have such a low-level book here, forget it, I'll think of a way." ”

The lich was a rare man of speech this time, and after he had been out for a while, he continued to disappear into the place he had marked as a laboratory that was strictly forbidden to me and the summoner, and he did not mention the matter of human language, how forgetful.

A few days later, there was a knock on the door outside the manor, and a dark-haired human respectfully handed me a thick book with delicate carvings and patterns.

The lich came out of the lab when I got it to the house. "Oh, oh, it's almost time to arrive, don't give it to me, it's a basic textbook for you to use to learn human language, it's almost five hundred years to ask someone to buy this kind of thing and come back, it's a shame."

I opened the book, and on the first page was a picture of a book, and next to it was a symbol, which seemed to be a human book of words, and the lich tapped it lightly with his hand, and a sound came out of the book.

"This is a high-end product with its own pronunciation, except for the big nobles, the general nobles can't afford to use such extravagant books, so it's cheap for you. Then, stand still," the lich said, pulling out a red mass from his wide robes and shoving it into my mouth, stabbing me further into the throat.

He took his hand out of my mouth and patted it gently, "Okay, a pronunciation device made specifically for you, you try to use your soul to control it to make the sound from the book just now." "I tried, and sure enough, a sound came out of it, but not from the mouth like a human, but directly from the place where the device was placed.

The lich turned away, and the summoner, slightly excited, said to me what to say, and I said, "Book." The summoner laughed and patted my smooth head.

It took me two days to go through this course, which would take the average human four years to complete. I'm necromancy, I have a sea of souls, and I've always been proud.

Although I never entered the soul sea again no matter how much I looked in the mirror, it did not affect my use of it in the slightest.

All the characters and phrases can be stored in the soul sea after I read it once, according to the summoner's words, although I still have problems using it now, but I am fully able to communicate with her, but the sound of this voice is always weird, a bit like a girl's voice.

"Girls, aren't they human beings too? Is there anything special? I asked the summoner, and instead of answering my question, the summoner asked me, "Are you male or female?" ”

"I am a necromancy", I replied without hesitation, gender is the division of human beings, I am not human.

The summoner still didn't answer my question, but just puffed up and said, "What I think weird is weird." So I didn't ask anymore.

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