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Mrs. Ludwig stroked Benjamin's floppy hair with her hand and whispered, "A year will soon pass, and when you grow up, you will find that time is really worthless and fleeting." ”

Benjamin nodded, and he couldn't agree more.

He spent hundreds of years in this crossing.

When they returned to the manor, they found Mr. Ludwig sitting leisurely on the sofa with a copy of the Daily Prophet in his hand.

"Honey, is there any important news for today?" said Mrs. Ludwig, who had put down her bag, and sat down beside him.

"Nope. Everything seems to be peaceful. I have to say that this kind of life is really much more leisurely. Mr. Ludwig closed the newspaper and kissed Mrs. Ludwig's hand on the back.

Benjamin, in order not to continue witnessing the affection of his parents, soon went upstairs and went home.

But when he opened the door and saw an unclothed woman standing in front of him, Benjamin almost forgot that there was a mysterious beauty in his room.

Benjamin hurriedly closed the door of the room, and only then whispered to the woman:

"Didn't I tell you not to go out of the closet?" Benjamin reluctantly pointed to the closet.

After hearing Benjamin's blame, the woman immediately lowered her head, revealing a look of grievance, but Benjamin was a little unhappy.

"Okay, as long as you don't go out on your own. My father, he didn't come up to see it, did he?"

After she shook her head, Benjamin breathed.

Of course, Benjamin always has his eyes closed when he speaks (and try to hit her face when necessary), otherwise looking at the girl's body so bluntly will make him, his body involuntarily heat up.

What a strange reaction!

"By the way, what should I call you?"

After Benjamin asked, he felt that he was really ridiculous, knowing that the other party was a mute, and he would ask these questions.

"Forget it, you can't speak, if you feel cold, you can go into the quilt to warm up. I'm going to start the experiment now, just don't make a startling sound. ”

After Benjamin finished speaking, he opened the quilt for the woman, and saw her showing a shy face (the most terrible thing is that this woman looked very charming), and then lay down.

Benjamin saw her smooth back.

Oh my God, he's got to calm down, he's just an eleven kid now, and he's going to study necromancy now.

That's right, he can't forget his goal of spreading necromantic magic in this world.

Once Benjamin had calmed down, he took out a blank piece of paper and wrote down the spell he knew all too well.

It's the spell of the Bone Cage.

Benjamin ran his white fingers across the letters, and he began to think about the laws of these magics.

He even found similar magic to compare it to.

Time passed quickly, and the woman on the bed had fallen into a deep sleep, but Benjamin still straightened up, sitting in his chair, carefully studying, calculating.

When he changed the last rage from S to Y, he found that the spell had no effect.

It was a terrible discovery, and if a foreigner with an accent was chanting a spell, he would most likely be using a spell that he had never seen before, perhaps a black spell.

Looking at the magic that summons skeletons, if Benjamin had pronounced the spell in the German way of pronouncing, he was surprised to find that the magic had turned into an ordinary vitality spell.

He hears Pansy use this magic on his face every day, and he never discovers the secret.

It's amazing.

It's just that the combination of letters determines the only thing that determines the nature of magic. And what determines the strength of magic?

Magic?

Benjamin didn't even know if there was a way to measure magic in the world, and if there was a standard for dividing it.

What if you start with the spell itself? Could it be that the more a person understands the spell, the more powerful he will be when he uses it, and he can even innovate it?

Benjamin was thinking about it.

Of course, there is no such thing as magic analysis in this world, which is a shame for Benjamin.

The night had slowly seeped through the walls, and Benjamin's spirit had become more and more dissipated.

The consequence of excessive mental exercise was that he was delirious, and eventually, Benjamin fell asleep on the table.

The woman on the bed pulled the quilt and rolled over.

Benjamin dreamed again.

It's just that this time he actually returned to his original world.

His body, of course, recovered, and he was now standing in front of a wooden door.

There is an iron pull ring on the wooden door, and no one knows what is hidden behind the door.

Benjamin was a little curious, he looked around, there was an endless Black Forest, and floating ghosts.

He knows this place.

A place that exists in the legends of the bards and the glorious deeds of the mercenary group.

It's called the Sea of Damned.

In fact, this place is not an ocean at all, it is just a forest.

The difference between it and ordinary forests is probably that there are necromantic creatures everywhere.

Legend has it that in the depths of the Sea of Damned, there lives a group of elderly necromancers, each of whom is at the level of a high-level magician.

It's just that even the top mercenary group doesn't dare to enter the depths of the Sea of Damned.

Benjamin longed for this place at the time, and he even went there after Carter City had completed its fall to become the City of the Undead.

It's just that before the whole plan began, he had already died at the hands of the church.

It's just that he's surrounded by the most ordinary ghosts now, and Benjamin thinks he's just on the periphery of the Sea of Damned.

When he looked up, he could even see a little sunlight peeking through the dense foliage.

"So, I should still push open the door and see, it's a dream anyway, and I'm not going to die. ”

After Benjamin figured it out, he finally took a step forward and pushed the door open.

When he smelled the pungent smell coming from inside, Benjamin immediately covered his nose with his hand.

It's the smell of someone refining a necromantic creature.

Benjamin glanced at the room, but saw no one.

Benjamin asked a few times if anyone had any, and no one answered him.

And at this time, all the ghosts who had been ignoring him surrounded him......