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Most of humanity's fear comes from the unknown. Gordon knew that this world was different from the earth, and that there were indeed undead creatures such as ghosts, revenants, and skeletons, and that undead creatures could be destroyed. So when he saw the green ghost fire approaching him with the sound of clattering bones, he didn't panic.

Gordon's hand reached into the mage's robes, grappling tightly at the materials that unleashed the magic missile.

Twenty small pockets were sewn into the inner lining of the standard mage's robe, which were used to hold various spell-casting materials. There are also ten buckles around the waist, which can be used to place various potions or magic wands.

The design of the mage robe is similar to that of the individual soldier in the world of technology.

The reason why this kind of mage robe appeared is because mage battles, some like western gunner duels, whose hands are faster, can quickly take out spell casting materials and various magic props, and it is also an important factor in determining the outcome of the victory.

It is said that the tailor who explained the standard mage robe was given an extremely generous reward by the goddess of magic for improving the overall combat ability of the big 6 mage.

Click......

Click......

The grinding sound of toothache is getting closer.

Gordon finally saw the uninvited guest in the middle of the night.

The surface of the skeleton of a few years old has taken on a gray color. It seemed to have just crawled out of its grave, still covered in dirt. Several bugs crawled in and out of the hollow pupils.

The skeleton held a rusty two-handed greatsword, and when it appeared in Gordon, the green flames in his chest jumped and burned even more vigorously.

The instinctive hatred and hatred of life led the skeleton warriors to attack Gordon.

Gordon naturally won't sit still.

Two teardrop-shaped energies emitting pale silver light flew out of Gordon's fingertips. In the darkness of the night, the magic missile dragged a faint trail and accurately hit the skeleton warrior in the face.

"Bang! Boom! The force field energy contained in the two missiles was instantly released, causing the skeleton warrior to suddenly collapse several rotten teeth as if he had been hit with two heavy punches, and a crack appeared on his skull.

"It's too little." Gordon shook his head.

As a third-level mage, when he casts the magic missile, he can shoot two missiles at once, but the lethality is still slightly lacking.

If he reaches level nine, then the magic missile will be at its most powerful, capable of firing five at a time.

The skeleton warrior was quite tenacious, and after eating Gordon's two magic missiles, he staggered back a few steps, and then stubbornly rushed again.

Gao Dengfei added a jumping technique to himself, and jumped onto the small roof.

With no bone support and no musculature, this low-level skeleton is far less athletic than a human, let alone compared to Gordon, who is as agile as a flea with the blessing of jumping. He stood on the roof, already invincible.

The Magic Missile is Gordon's only first-level lethal spell at his disposal. Although it is not very powerful in his hands, no matter how strong the bone frame is, it can't withstand the continuous attacks of magic missiles.

Two magic missiles aren't enough? Then let's have a dozen or twenty more, anyway, my mana is sufficient!

Crash!

The continuous magic attacks finally extinguished the green flames in the skeleton's chest. Losing the drive of negative energy, the skeleton suddenly turned into a pile of broken bones and stopped moving.

A blink of golden light rose from the pile of bones and sank into Gordon's chest.

He received a system prompt: "Gain 1o XP." ”

"It's not worth it."

In order to defeat the skeleton, Gordon consumed 14 silver coins worth of casting materials.

Therefore, the rash participation of low-level mages in battle is definitely a matter of putting in more than output.

Gordon circled around the pile of skeletons that had been shattered by the magic missile, and suddenly his eyes lit up, radiating the excitement of a gold digger finding a gold mine.

He removed a necklace from his broken neck bone. It was a beautifully crafted silver necklace, and after Gordon had cast a detection spell on himself, he focused and saw a faint magical aura radiating from the pendant.

"It's actually a magic item!"

Unfortunately, due to the erosion of time, the surface of the silver necklace has been oxidized, black and black, losing its former brilliant luster. Moreover, the runes and magic circles engraved on the necklace have long been destroyed, and they have lost their original magical effects.

For Gordon, though, it doesn't matter. As long as the necklace is melted and refined, you can get pure and new silver. The materials for making enchanted items have fallen!

Although it is not good to take the things of the deceased, but the deceased has been polluted by negative energy and turned into an undead, so this is not a desecration of the deceased, and Gordon has no conscience. It's like fighting monsters and exploding equipment.

After this little episode, nothing else happened in the cemetery.

Shun Lì spent the night, and Gordon ushered in the rising sun in the morning.

Pastor Jack of the Temple of Dawn, facing the golden sunshine, came to the cemetery to hand over the work.

"How was it, Master Gordon, did you go last night?"

Gordon pointed to the pile of bones outside the hut and said, "It's okay, it's just that a guest came uninvited." ”

Pastor Jack looked at the bone frame that had been scattered by Gordon, and his expression suddenly became grim.

It's a fantasy world with active energy. It is not uncommon for dead people to transform into undead spirits due to the influence of negative energy. Although it was not a happy thing that the undead appeared in the cemetery, looking at the priest's frowning brow, Gordon felt that things were not so simple.

Priest Jack glanced at the skeleton's two-handed sword: "Judging by the coat of arms on the hilt, this is the ancestor of Viscount Barto's family. I had to send someone to inform his family. In addition, these bones cannot be reburied. In order to avoid the erosion of residual negative energy, it is necessary to cremate ......"

"Reverend Jack," Gordon asked, "why is there a circle to suppress the gathering of negative energy, and the cemetery still produces undead?" ”

Melidia's devout followers sighed, "Normally, the circle is enough to suppress negative energy and prevent the dead from turning into undead. But this year is a little special. ”

He hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Forget it, it's not a confidential matter." Since you work for the temple, you also have the right to know...... Do you know what last year's era name was? ”

At the end of each year, the astrologers on the towers will summarize the era name according to the major events or changes that occurred in that year.

"Last year was the year 936 of the Fourth Age, and astrologers called it the 'Year of the Crows.'" Gordon's historical skills came to work at such times. He was quick to give the answer.

"Do you know what the crow means?"

As a mage, no matter how poor and weak he is, he can afford to be knowledgeable. Gordon thought for a moment and replied, "The black crow is the symbol of the god of death, and she is also known as the queen of the crow, and she is in charge of death in the world. ”

The priest nodded, and said, "Last year, the Queen of the Crows sent down an oracle, but her church was divided because of this, and then there was internal strife and division. After that, the negative energy of the main material realm also began to be active, and the sleeping dead turned into undead creatures one after another, walking in the moonlight...... It was also from that time that we built shrines in the cemetery and set up magic circles to suppress the intrusion of negative energy on the dead. However, as it stands, such measures are not enough. ”

I see.

Gordon nodded. But these big events about God, changes in the world, and so on, have no effect on him. His focus is still on how to make money to improve his life and pay off his debts.

"By the way," said Jack to Gordon in a low voice, as he suddenly approached, "I would like to ask you not to make any noise about the appearance of skeletons in the cemetery, so as not to cause unnecessary panic." I'll report back to the temple higher-ups. ”

Taking the three golden gold coins handed by the other party, Gordon smiled and nodded: "This, I naturally understand." ”

Seeing Gordon's interest, the white-robed priest smiled with satisfaction: "Now, the power of the magic circle can no longer completely suppress the negative energy in the cemetery, can you take a little worry for Ms. Dawn and inspect the cemetery every night?" If you encounter these wandering single undead, you can dispose of them yourself. ”

"Pastor Jack, there's no contract that says I have to patrol the cemetery." Gordon said. Staying in the hut for vigil, he can also find time to read a book and gain experience points. If you want to go to the grave, it is not so leisurely.

"Regarding this, we can modify the contract, and of course, your remuneration will also be increased in moderation."

"That's the best."

The two of them came to the Temple of Dawn, and after revising the contract, Gordon's monthly reward was increased to thirty gold coins. At the same time, Pastor Jack gave Gordon a Dawn badge. If the cemetery has a situation that he cannot handle, the church can be notified in time with the Dawn badge.

I thought I would have to wait a month to get paid before Gordon could start his money-making plan. Now with the three gold coins that Jack gave him, plus the necklace he picked up as raw materials, it was enough.

Leaving the temple, Gordon made a beeline for a shop called "Ogre Scalp" in the riverbank business district. It's a shop that specializes in buying and selling magical materials, and the scary name is due to the fact that the shop is known for selling the best ogre scalps. You must know that the ogre scalp is a rare alchemy material that is needed by many high-grade potions, and it is in short supply in the market.

Previously, all of Gordon's spell-casting materials and incense for meditation were purchased from here.

It's only eight o'clock in the morning, the shop has just opened, and the owner, Douro, is sitting behind the counter, leisurely enjoying morning tea.

Seeing Gordon push the door and walk in, Duro put down the teacup, moved his fat belly, and stood up: "Oh, it's Mr. Gordon, good morning, is there anything you need help with?" ”

Douro was a tall man in his fifties, with a somewhat blessed figure, and a large beard on his rosy cheeks, which gave him the impression of a kind big bear. It is said that he used to be a very powerful mercenary, retired and opened this small shop, and with his unique affinity and the contacts he had accumulated before, the business was quite good.

Gordon pulled out three gold coins that hadn't been hot in his pocket, "Buy, boss." ”

"Oh, you're rich?" Douro's eyes lit up, and he seemed to be dazzled by the golden light. He knew the details of Gordon. Every time this down-and-out aristocrat came to shop with him, he almost never bought a single gold coin at a time. This time, I actually took out three gold coins at once, which is really strange!

"I just found a new job that paid well." Gordon didn't explain much.