A sudden accident made Lan Li, the minister of medical care, busy on all fours. Engineering students were injured when an explosion occurred while experimenting with a magic cannon excavated from an ancient ruin.

"What's going on? Do you still need manpower?"

There was a major magical accident in the academy, and Meltia, as the president of the student union, had to wake up from her daily meditation and come to the student union headquarters to coordinate it.

"There are plenty of people, but there is a shortage of herbs to treat burns. ”

Lan Li wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, pinched a tiny pill, and put it in the test tube.

With the infiltration of that pill, the blue potion in the test tube changed drastically, Lan Li frowned, and ordered to the two members of the medical department who were listening to the orders beside her: "The stability is too poor, you can't directly save people, redeploy!"

"Yes, Minister. ”

Lan Li immediately left the alchemy table where the medicine was refining and turned to the ward, where there were several seriously ill students who needed treatment.

Meltia and several student council officers followed behind Lan Li, holding a notebook in their hands, jotting down the items Lan Li needed.

"Ahh

"What's wrong?"

"I almost forgot, I'm going to Professor John's side tonight to help him prepare the Blood Dragon Root Elixir, but I can't get out of this situation at all!"

Meltia thought for a moment and said, "I will also mix the blood dragon root potion, so let's do it! I'll go to Professor John's for you in the evening!"

"Thank you, Meltia!"

.......

The moon is high and the Nibelungen College is particularly peaceful at night.

Will walked up to Professor John's mage tower, and in the haze, he saw a beautiful figure approaching.

"Hello, Will! I'm Meltia. ”

The silhouette walked up to Will and introduced herself. Although there was no one in the entire academy who did not know Meltia, the other party did not have the slightest hint of arrogance.

Meltia was kind enough, which may have been her instinct as an aristocracy, but Will could faintly feel that Meltia was hiding a sense of distance from others under this approachable exterior.

Because it's the same for everyone, this feeling of approachability seems a little unreal.

"You're Meltia, you've been known for a long time. ”

Will was well aware of the distance between Meltia and him. Because of this, he didn't show too close, and he didn't show too distant.

"Ding-dong! Side quest: The Ring of Osiris opens!"

As Will and Meltia walked into Professor John's mage tower, the sound of the system rang in his ears.

The Ring of Osiris? What is that? Could it be that something is going to happen today?

The old servant he had seen last night had not come to greet him, and the room on the first floor was empty, and Will's heart was wary.

"Let's go up!"

Will was hesitating when Meltia turned around and said.

Will Ben wanted to say something. But thinking about it, in the end, he still didn't say it, after all, it would be too strange to leave the Mage Tower immediately.

Meltia wore a knee-length light blue gold silk trimmed skirt today, and wore a pair of high leather shoes on her slender and white legs, paired with black silk stockings, revealing her perfect figure. As the spiral stone staircase went up, Will followed her, and could easily see the graceful curves of the other party's slender writhing waist.

Such a beautiful picture, but Will didn't have the heart to appreciate it.

When they stepped into Professor John's tower, everything seemed calm.

The potion was still boiling in the double cauldron, and the old professor stood in front of the laboratory table, like a statue, motionless. The Templar was still lying on the improvised bed, dying.

However, what made Will even more vigilant was that the sword-wielding servant he had seen last night had now disappeared where he was supposed to be, just like the old servant.

"You're here!"

Old Professor John's old voice was a little strange, and there was a hint of excitement in the flat voice, which seemed very abrupt.

Will didn't come closer, keeping his distance from the old professor. To his surprise, Meltia beside him didn't come forward for some unknown reason.

"You know what? I'm one hundred and eighty years old!"

Professor John finally moved, picked up a glass test tube on the bench, and shook it gently. The dark reagent inside is shaking and creating fine bubbles.

"I still remember how excited I was when I first entered the Legend from the High Rank. But in the blink of an eye, so many years have passed, and I have to sigh that the world of magic is too big. So big that I couldn't find Baiyi in my whole life. ”

Professor John began to babble like an old man recounting his magnificent life to a child.

"Now that I'm dying, I've long lost the passion and vitality I had at the beginning, it's good to be young!"

With a sigh, the walls around the tower suddenly shook, as if they were not hard stone walls, but only soft as mud.

Will understood that it was the space in the tower chamber that was in turmoil. John activated the space circle and forcibly brought everything in the tower into another dimension.

This space is not large, only twice the area of the tower room, surrounded by mottled glass, and the space walls are constantly surging, which does not look stable.

John stopped everything in his hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and continued: "I thought it would be Lanley who came tonight, but I didn't expect that it would be you in the end, Meltia!"

Old Professor John looked back, and to Will's surprise, his eyes were black and hollow. The old face of the hills and ravines became frosty white, and it looked very terrible. He stretched out his withered hands and pointed at Meltia.

"But compared to Lan Li's soul, yours must be more vivid and powerful!"

John looked at Meltia, greed in his voice.

Meltia was motionless, and the expression on her face was no different from when she first met Will.

"Your body reveals a rich death aura, which is an irreversible sign of cultivating necromancy!"

"He is one of the most outstanding students at the Nibelungen Academy. That's right, I've been hiding the dead aura on my body with herbs, and if it weren't for that, I would have already been discovered. ”

"As a professor in the Nibelungen, aren't you ashamed to practice necromancy?"

John laughed and said, "So you geniuses have never known the pain of mortals. Cultivating necromancy is only the first step to eternal life. ”

"You want to be a lich!"

Legend has it that necromancy is cursed magic that causes the user to be irreversibly infected with death until the end of life, so it has always been taboo.

Necromancers who want to avoid the final fate can only transform into lichs before they are completely infested with death. The conditions for transforming into a lich are extremely harsh, and the mage himself must reach the legendary realm before he can perform the ritual of transforming into a lich.

Legend has it that the Lich is an immortal being, and in the end, he can even be as proud as the Stigmata Magi.

Of course, this is only the good side, if a legendary magician is degenerated into a lich, then it means that he has given up the desires and feelings that mortals should have, and all that is left is human intelligence, cunning and instinctive will to live.

It's hard to tell if it's a gain or a loss, but there are a lot of necromancers who come and go, and after all, few can resist the temptation of eternal life.

"That's right. As a Templar, Aosta's soul can infuse the Lich Core with great power, and sacrificing your soul to Meltia will allow me to transform into a Lich eventually. ”

"Wait, why bring me up if you only need one soul?"

At this time, Will, who had not spoken, finally spoke.

John's eyes finally shifted from Meltia to Will's, his expression full of contempt.

"You? It's just a whim. After all, if your greedy soul were to be injected into my Lich Core, it would be a very troublesome matter!"

"Your uncle!"

Will raised his hand and it was a lightning bolt.

Is it bearable, this dead old man, you still fucking dislike me coming.