If you can drag it out, the security team is not a lackey of the nobles, and it is nothing to hunt down thieves and drive away monsters, but if you really want to work hard, a lone wolf will never do such a stupid thing.

"These incompetent mercenaries!" Watching the lone wolf turn and walk out of the chamber, Frick. Canon frowned and cursed, he didn't know what this guy was thinking, but this was already a tacit understanding between the top brass of the town, and no one wanted to break the balance.

Tough on the lips, Flick. Canon didn't want the security team to be damaged, and if they really had to die, it was the rulers who paid for it.

"Hopefully it's just a passing by." The fact that we have not seen the continued large-scale theft of corpses also means that these people have no intention of staying here for a long time.

The action of the security team was only an explanation to the homesteaders, and no one took this matter too seriously.

The night is the world of the undead, during the day they hide in caves and under dead leaves, and at night they come out and wander around.

"Boom...... I'm coming, little ghost! "Since these bones were dug up, Duhail has not rested, and the lack of mental power can only be made up for in time.

He also wanted to resurrect more skeletons, but with neither bio-possession nor magical powers, controlling more than a dozen skeletons was already his limit.

"A milky little devil who has not dried up, and is a little clever." Against such an opponent, in Duhail's opinion, this is enough.

Creak...... The sound of creaking and rubbing against each other is particularly crisp at night, but hidden under the night and the chirping of insects, it is extremely secretive.

From the town to the river, Duhail looked across the river, he could see the lights still on in Arthur's house, and as long as he waited for the moment when the target fell asleep, he could silently let these undead send their enemies back to heaven in their sleep.

On the other side of the river, in Arthur's room, he hadn't rested yet, but instead of reciting, he was sitting cross-legged on the bed, concentrating on basic meditation.

In the past, although Arthur had ideas, he was not in a hurry, and his casual personality made him not in a hurry to break through certain obstacles.

But now it's different, even the 12-year-old Vic has succeeded, how can he, who is the eldest brother, fall behind again?

"Whether it's negative, or positive, even if it's divine power, give me one!" It's useless to be in a hurry, the three balls of energy are viscous as if they are stained with 502, and they refuse to separate, and even the last oil lamp is blown out together in order to be more concentrated.

"Hey...... Still won't work. "In meditation in the Overworld, negative energies are the easiest to separate, unlike the astral plane, the three energies are very even, and one and the other immediately follow.

But even so, it is extremely difficult to extract negative energy, and Arthur's mental concentration and sensitivity to energy are not only not bad but very good in the judgment of the Great Witch Dawus.

But it's so weird that even his knowledge can't explain it.

"Maybe that's why?" Arthur occasionally muttered to himself, even if Davus was already in a remnant state attached to the wizard's tower, he had no intention of confessing the secret of the time-traveler.

"Huh? Has anyone crossed the river? Arthur had just left from his concentration when he heard the sound of splashing water.

It's not very loud, but it's very dense, there should be a lot of people, it's not early at this time, the ordinary farmers are almost all asleep, even if there is no nightlife in the town, except for major festivals, the taverns are closed until 8 o'clock.

"It can't be a monster who came to steal sweet potatoes, right?" Although it has just entered summer, the sweet potato fields have already been ripe for seventy percent, and although the edible stems are not large, a single pair of monsters that do not pick their mouths are already good food.

Of course, it is impossible for the goblin, and if the goblin really wants to run out, it will be from behind the mountain and not from the river, in fact, other monsters should be the same, which also made Arthur puzzled for a while, but still did not come up with an answer.

Quietly leaning on the side of the bed, the sound of water has disappeared, there is no street lighting in the dim sky, and it is already the limit to be able to see fifteen or six meters away by the moonlight, and no matter how far away it is, it is almost dark mixed with the night.

"What the hell is it?" There was no sound of water, but Arthur heard other noises, creaking, like the sound of his own knuckles writhing.

Arthur is not small, but he also scores, at this time it is impossible to make him turn his head back and go back to sleep, although his eyes can't see clearly, but don't forget that Arthur has other abilities, not to mention the night, even in the fog, he can see the target.

"Huh? It's, fuck, how is he! The data eye opened, and Arthur saw a name first, and when he looked closely, a familiar name appeared at the end.

Name: Skeleton Soldier

Race: Terran skeleton

Talent:

not

Attribute:

Wisdom: None. Growth: 0%

Stamina: d. Growth: 0%

Speed: d. Growth: 0%

Bloodline: 0%.Growth: 0%

Potential: c. Growth: 0%

Summoned by: Duhail. Katkashgar

Evaluation: The skeleton soldiers summoned by the tattered bones have low abilities due to lack of magic power, and they can raise a wooden shield and swing a sledgehammer, and even you can fight five without a problem.

"Damn, where did you get the wooden shield sledgehammer?" Arthur didn't forget to complain when he looked at the evaluation, but looking at these skeleton soldiers, he calmed down instead.

"It turns out that Duhail did the digging of the grave, no wonder it's so weird!" Arthur wasn't really stupid, and he remembered what Serena had said about the dug graves and the cursed hooligans.

Wizards are very secretive, so many people can't even think that this seems to be a boast of a profession, but there are also capable people who can do it, and the security team also misjudged because of this, and finally made the lone wolf hesitate and dare not dig into the truth.

"What kind of skeleton breakers, it's not as good as these little green skins of my family." Arthur scoffed at the skeletons, but only at the inferior products in front of him, of course.

He hadn't forgotten the powerful undead who could fight demons in wizard chess, and the ones in front of him would be a tie with the peasant uncles if they died, and Arthur could be overturned with a weapon.

"Sneak attack in the middle of the night, definitely not well-intentioned, Duhail, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Arthur is not a good man and a woman, and he still wants to be good when he bullies me?

It's easy to deal with skeletons, pull out a dozen goblins, and it won't be long before these bone racks can be turned into small snacks for grinding teeth.

But what he really wants to catch is the mastermind behind the scenes, otherwise he can't rest assured if he puts it by his side.

Sneaking out of the room through the back window, he didn't plan to stay here and be touched by the other party, and at the same time he casually cut a portal, didn't enter with a single foot, touched it casually, and pulled out the book from inside.