Harry was certain that the Necromancer was the target he was going to hand over the escort items, and although he didn't admit it directly, Harry could still judge it based on a few things. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The reason he had been stunned for a moment was because he had seen what seemed to be written on a bell hanging from the necromancer's chest, and yes, Harry could see the handwriting on it, which name he had read earlier.

Even if he didn't admit it, Harry knew about it, so that Harry could sign it for him.

Now that the mission had been successfully completed, Harry and the others had no reason to stay in this uncomfortable forest, and when Harry returned safely, they followed the footprints on the ground.

The journey was uneventful, and in order to alleviate everyone's fear and anxiety, Harry also told them what had just happened along the way.

But Harry seemed to be wrong, and when he said this, the crowd became even more frightened, and they couldn't hear the slightest movement, until Harry accidentally stepped on a small branch and caused a chain reaction among the crowd, and the screams almost deaf Harry's ears.

After a small hiccup, Harry and the others followed the footprints back to the previous entrance, a wall of thorny vines.

The entrance that had been split before had disappeared and turned into thorn vines, but the footprints on the ground were still there, that is, the thorn vines had healed automatically.

Thankfully, it wasn't a problem, just a matter of splitting it with the Holy Sword as before, and Harry summoned the Holy Sword again, quickly reopening an entrance to the outside.

After Harry put away the holy sword, after watching everyone pass through the entrance one by one, Harry opened his burned palm, and his brow couldn't help but frown slightly, what was going on?

Doubts were left behind Harry, and now it was the right thing to go out, and the things he was thinking about would wait until it was safe to do so.

After leaving the 'Forest of Luthers', it was easy to find their stronghold, and the extinguished bonfire was lit again, and everyone sat around the campfire, chatting merrily, as if the unpleasantness caused by the forest had been forgotten.

Harry listened to their laughter, smiled, and walked towards his tent.

Lying on the blanket in the tent, Harry's heavy body relaxed a little, and Harry raised his palms in front of him.

The scorched palms were reflected in the field of vision, and Harry's vision was not affected in the darkness.

The pain came from the palm of the hand, over and over again.

"Can't heal?"

The wound on the palm of the hand has been left since the first time the Holy Sword was used today, and until now, the ability to heal automatically seems to be ineffective against this wound.

What the reason was, Harry probably knew why.

The light attribute can cause double the damage to evil creatures, that is to say, it is a mutual restraint attribute, and when an evil creature is attacked by the light attribute, the damage caused can be said to be fatal, and it cannot be healed no matter what.

Vampires are also evil creatures, and even if they are not attacked, the sacred sword can cause serious damage to the touch, and the same is true for approaching.

The palm of the hand holding the holy sword was burned for no reason, and the reason did not need to be explained.

"It seems that my body is moving towards an evil creature, is this the price of gaining power? It's a little cruel. ”

Harry's heart was filled with sadness, but soon, he was forced to calm down again, he smiled helplessly, put his arm on his forehead, his heavy eyelids slowly closed, his consciousness sank deeper and deeper, and he fell asleep.

When he woke up, it must have been morning, Harry's eyes were opened by the stimulated light, he rubbed his eyes, and when the scene in front of him changed from blurry to real, Harry's blinking eyes froze.

"Where is this?"

Harry looked at the skeleton sitting across from him and subconsciously spoke.

Harry looked around closely, he was sitting in a chair, his clothes were still there, and he seemed to be at a dining table now, and the surrounding arrangement was probably in a dimly lit secret room, with all kinds of murderous equipment hanging on the walls, and there were many large torture attacks piled up under the walls, and the torches hanging on the walls were burning, no matter how you looked at it, it would not make you feel that this was a comfortable place.

What's more, he is still chained, and it is not easy to calm down, but forcing calm still allows Harry to do it, his uneasiness, fear and other moods have been replaced by calmness, and a face is always so indifferent and calm.

"Who are you?"

Harry's gaze was on the skeleton sitting across from him.

The skeleton was wearing a tattered gray cloak, a bare white skull, and the ghostly fire flickering in his eyes was also looking at Harry, his jaw moving, and the man's jaw was ringing out.

"Human, have you forgotten me?"

"Forehead........." Harry was stunned for three seconds, then realized, "You're the necromancer?!"

The necromancer nodded, "Uh-huh, that's right, it's me." ”

"So, do you have something to do with me? I didn't come here for tea. ”

Harry lowered his eyes and said as he looked at the steaming tea on his desk.

"Yes, I brought you here, but there was more than just tea, but one more thing. "Necromancer Mori Bai's skull is so oozing, and the ghostly fire burning in his eyes adds to the terrifying horror, he seems to be laughing.

A bad premonition rose from the bottom of his heart, and a bad look appeared on Harry's face, and he probably guessed that it wouldn't be a good thing anyway.

"I want you to stay here, are you okay?"

Isn't this nonsense, who wants to stay here, although Harry was dissatisfied for a while, he didn't show it in front of the necromancer.

Even though he knew he had a special knack for guessing his heart, Harry wasn't going to think otherwise.

One end of the chamber is called the doorway for the time being, because there is a black unknown substance on the wall, and people actually come out of it, so Harry doesn't know whether to say it is a portal or a door.

The person who stepped out of the black and unknown substance glued to the wall was a maid, a pale-skinned woman, pushing a cart that looked like it was carrying food, but what it contained was not food, but all kinds of strange tools, such as a knife that was sharp at a glance, and a small bottle and an empty bottle containing an unknown green liquid...... Various.

The pale-skinned maid shoved the unpleasant tools next to Harry.

"What do you want to do?"

Harry's uneasiness grew stronger, and he didn't even intend to use honorifics.

"What do you think I'm going to do? Human, guess what. The necromancer looked at Harry with interest, the ghostly fire flickering in his eyes expressing his excitement.