"Mr. Gross, seventy-six Necromantic Essences in total."

Whispering in his ear was Miss Mage, Lady Radia, who had already inserted her short-handled staff back into her waist, her gaze resting on the large pile of glowing necromantic essence—

Gross couldn't help but pause when he heard this number, he knew very well that there were only a hundred or so many undead killed in this battle, but so many necromantic essences still exceeded his initial expectations.

Seventy-six!

If you put it in the game, this explosion rate is simply terrifying, more than 70% -

Gross had fought the undead many times in the game of his previous life, but he had never encountered such a situation, but for now he did not think much about it, and after a pause, he asked the girl in front of him:

"Radia, are there any other uses for these necromantic essences?"

Gross only knew that the Necromantic Essence could strengthen the body and soul of the undead, and as for other uses, he didn't know anything else, and now a knowledgeable mage was standing in front of him, which was just right for him to explore this unknown knowledge.

"Well, other uses? Mr. Gross, the essence of necromantic essences is the embodiment and condensation of the power of the dead, and if we talk about its specific uses, including the enhancement of the undead themselves, the energy supply of certain dark magic rituals, and, for necromancers or lichs, they are an extremely good mana replenishment item......"

The girl spoke and Gross listened carefully, but it didn't surprise him too much - neither the Black Spell Ritual nor the Mana Replenishment was clearly a place he could use right now.

"Isn't that new?"

Gross asked unrelentingly.

After Ladia finished speaking, she could already see the loss flashing in Gross's eyes, but this girl who had always been academically rigorous did not intend to make up some ethereal content to comfort Gross's wounded heart, she just shook her head silently.

"So, how about making these things into alchemy bombs?"

Gross continued to ask—from the girl's explanation, he was keenly aware that the necromantic essence seemed to have a lot of similarities with the magic gem, and the stubborn nature of being an engineering otaku in his bones made him still unwilling, and began to put forward his guess to the girl.

"In terms of principle, there is no problem."

"It's cold, maybe it can be used to keep food fresh?"

"Mr. Gross, the cryogenic temperature you feel is actually the escape of the power of the dead. If you have to, you risk contaminating the food. ”

When it came to academic topics, the girl's expression was unusually serious, and after talking about it, Gross quickly became silent-

Of course, he was still in a frustrated mood, but by this time he had recovered a lot, and he adjusted his mood just in time to see Scott and a young militiaman from the village walking towards him and Miss Mage.

He still remembered the militiaman, when he entered the village, this young man with a hunting bow happened to be standing next to the village chief, Lansaka-

When his gaze swept over the young man's face, he smiled at him innocently, but when the young man followed Scott's footsteps to Gross, the look on his face suddenly became shy.

Scott explained the meaning for him-

The other party reported his name and expressed his intention to follow Gross, and for Gross, who has the heart to do a career but lacks enough manpower, it is completely like a long drought. Almost without thinking, Gross immediately agreed to the young man's request.

"Welcome to you, Paine. But let me make it clear, we're not a church army, we're a mercenary group. ”

Grosstan said.

"Okay, okay." Paine scratched his head, and though Gross's answer was somewhat unexpected, he didn't have any objections.

……

"Mr. Lansaka, if you want little Nuno to learn Master Gross's swordsmanship, you can make a request in person, and I don't think the kind Lord Gross will refuse. However, are you really comfortable letting six-year-old Nuno Jr. away? ”

As the morning sun shined through the sparse birch trees in the village, Paine took a look at his head, avoiding the glare of the sun—he heard what little Nuno had to say to his father, and enthusiastically suggested it.

"Brother Paine, I'm almost seven years old, well, half a month away."

Before Lansaka could answer, Little Nuno on the side quickly retorted. He lifted his little head, looked at Paine across from him with burning eyes, and then turned to look at his father—

It's just that at this time, the window of the church was suddenly pushed open, revealing a somewhat confused little face.

"Good day, Miss Crane!"

"Sister Ladia!"

The little face that appeared in front of the window was none other than Miss Mage, Ladia. She had just gotten out of bed and rubbed the corners of her eyes, stretched and breathed in the morning air, and the warm greetings of Pande, Lansaka, and Little Nuno made her suddenly excited, and after blinking a few times, she looked towards this head. Reading a book and finding the latest chapters by yourself? You're out, WeChat attention Beauty editor helps you find books! It's really a good book to flirt with girls!