"Fake, you're lying. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" Harry said without hesitation.

The necromancer stood up from his seat and slammed the table with a loud "I didn't lie!"

Harry was too lazy to meet him in general, and Harry immediately saw through such clumsy acting skills.

However, Harry's doubts also increased. If the necromancer's purpose was really to dissect him, then Kalia and the others should also be arrested, and there was no reason to let them go, but now, through the necromancer's reaction, Harry could be sure that Kalia and them were safe, why?

Could it be that the necromancer has some other reason?

Ignore these for now, the necromancer is serious about his own autopsy, and if he doesn't find a way to escape as soon as possible, he will really be dissected.

...... Is this still possible, Harry sighed.

"Skeleton, I don't know what you're holding me for, but I want you to grant me a request?"

The necromancer was intrigued, "Oh, what is it? a human who dares to call me a skeleton." ”

Harry sobbed, "I want to leave a suicide note, I want you to give it to Sister Kalia, she must be worried about me now, please!"

The necromancer snapped and pointed at Harry with his finger bones out, "Damn human, why should I help you do such a boring thing?! I'm not the good guy you think, I'm a heinous necromancer." ”

“...... I know, but I don't want my sister to grieve because of my death, I don't want to see my sister's sad look again, she is the person I love the most, only her, I don't want her to cry alone, even if it's a lie, I ......" Tears poured out of Harry's eyes uncontrollably, and he lowered his head.

The necromancer didn't know what he was thinking, and the ghostly fire flickering in his hollow eye sockets didn't fluctuate at all, and he was silent for a while.

"Human beings are just boring, I really can't do anything with you, I'll fulfill your humble wishes. The necromancer waved his hand to the maid standing beside him, "Celine, just give it to him as the human said." ”

"Understood, my master. The pale-skinned maid slowly took her leave, submerging into the black unknown substance behind her.

After a while, the maid returned, holding the tools and paper in her hand, and placed them in front of the necromancer, who lifted the pen, looked at Harry, and said, "Hey, you can say, human, I will be merciful enough to help you write." ”

"........." Harry was speechless.

"I said human, don't go too far, I wrote it for you myself, you should be proud, and I changed my mind without saying anything. The necromancer impatiently tapped the end of the pen on the table.

Harry looked like he wanted to cry and said, "Skeleton, can I write it myself?"

The necromancer shook his head and said in a tone that wanted to laugh, "Human, you actually want to break away from the chains that bind you to me, so you can tell such a deceptive reason, right?"

"No!!!" Harry replied resolutely, causing the necromancer to fall into a daze, and the maid next to him had a faint subtle expression.

"My lord, I'm going to kill this human who has violated you. ”

The necromancer raised his hand to stop the maid and said, "What's wrong? Isn't what I'm telling the truth?"

"Hehe, I didn't expect the skeleton to be so afraid of me, afraid that I would break free from the chain and screw your head off as a ball? ”

The necromancer touched his sleek chin, which had nothing to offer, and looked at Harry silently without immediately refuting or answering Harry's words.

"Don't silence me, you stinking skeleton that rots physically and mentally......" The necromancer didn't speak in the face of Harry's angry invective, the ghostly fire flickering in his empty eyes so calm that it was impossible to guess what he was thinking.

"It's really troublesome, untie the chains for him, and let him write the letter himself. The necromancer gave the order, and the maid was slightly stunned, but she did as he did, and placed all the writing instruments in front of Harry, and then under the necromancer's thoughts, the chains that bound Harry disappeared like air.

Looking at Harry's inexplicable appearance, the proud necromancer spoke, "Humble and poor human, I'll give you a chance, cherish it yourself." ”

"Thank you very much!

After a sincere thanksgiving, Harry picked up the pen and neatly moved the pen to write on the blank paper, word after word appeared on the blank paper.

After a few minutes or so, Harry put down his pen, folded the paper, carefully placed it in an envelope, and handed it to the maid who was waiting beside him.

The maid accepted the envelope and looked at Harry's eyes with a hint of disdain, what Harry had written she had just seen clearly, it was very impure.

The maid walked up to the necromancer and handed him the envelope, only to see the necromancer pull out the letter from the envelope in front of Harry and open the folded letter again.

"What are you doing?!, how can you open a letter written by someone else?!" Harry said like a fried cat, pointing at the necromancer.

The necromancer glanced at Harry and replied in a bored tone, "You don't have to worry, I'm just curious about what you're writing, I'll let Celine send it when I'm done." ”

"How... How could there be someone like you?!" Harry was so angry that he couldn't even speak.

The necromancer stared at the letter for a few seconds, then fell silent, and after a second he let out a wicked laugh and looked at Harry with a malicious gaze, "Ouch, human, you're still a very impure fellow, and you actually confessed to your sister, tsk, yes." ”

Harry's face was slightly red from his staring, "Yes, what's not to do, do you need so many reasons to like someone?!"

The necromancer put down the letter and sat down looking at Harry, his deep voice rang out, "You're right, you don't need so many reasons to like someone!

"Huh, what are you talking about?" Harry looked confused, the plot was not what he had thought.

The necromancer was very serious, and repeated very seriously, "You are my destined person, I have decided to give you everything I have!

"Wait, wait, what the hell are you talking about, that you want me to be your heir? Harry's mind was in a storm of confusion, he couldn't take such an astonishing turn all at once, he had just said that he was going to dissect himself, and now he was going to say that he was his heir.

Who was crazy, Harry couldn't tell.