I didn't finish writing it today, so I'm sorry for changing it tomorrow morning.

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818 My Best Colleague (Undead Holding Politics, Unfinished)

The first thing to say is that I am ...... A Necromantic Knight. People always have the impression of us as fearful and stereotyped and uninteresting - if they don't immediately and intelligently flee at the sight of a gray-robed, walking and talking skeleton - sometimes they can't, and sometimes they don't, I have to say, I can't understand the latter kind of people, who always feel that they can make a deal with a lich and make a good profit from it. I must honestly say (though my venerable master is such a damned skeleton) that as a mortal who lives at most a hundred years without outside interference, what makes them think they can bargain with an immortal born to at least one of their great-grandfathers. Even the devils of the Endless Abyss will try to avoid dealing with a lich.

Camilla, an unfortunate female succubus who worked under the same master as me, had complained about her bad luck countless times - as a lich, he had to be a mage first, and a mage must be proficient in all kinds of spoken and written languages and their derivatives - records, papers, contracts, etc...... In short, it would be humiliating to try to play some undeserved tricks on words or wording in front of a spellcaster, and secondly, he must be an immortal, which sounds redundant, but I want to make it clear that the undead are not synonymous with the living, on the contrary, they are quite far away, and any lich can only be said to be a skeleton of bones (and when they become half-lichs, they are skeletons), they have no tongue, no nose, no stomach, and no vital organ you know, so they don't need delicious little cakes, and they are not interested in good wineThe only thing that can bother them out of the laboratory and study is gold coins and gems, rare spell-casting materials, and even your body, your offspring, and yours—the most indispensable soul.

In other words, they may be seeking exactly what you don't want and can't lose. Or some people think that it is okay to lose some possessions and even children in order to achieve their own goals, the problem is that you have to remember that a lich is always in the camp of order and evil, yes, you can't just remember order and forget evil, his way of acting and thinking path are beyond ordinary people's guess, many people do get what they want, but they quickly find that they have lost more. No, it's not the worst part, it's not the worst thing to do with the best of the undead than to buy light wine from a trader you meet occasionally, you give him a copper, he gives you a bottle of light wine, and you all the money and then you naturally forget about each other, and the lich always has a very good memory, and there is no such word as moderation in their dictionary. You know, even if the deal is done and you're lucky enough to have your brain and soul in your possession, you don't expect you to be cut off with the most evil spellcasters on the plane - they'll always treat the humans they once had a relationship with as a spare tool, money, or food, and you can't imagine how much you have left unfinished on that damn contract until you're caught by him and stuffed into the soul gem. And, if nothing else, as undead, their existence will continue for many years, and even your family has been cut off from blood, and they are still tinkering in their underground palaces- Thy sins will be borne upon thy offspring, and as long as they shed thy blood, I have read to a dozen poor imps of my master the contents of the covenant which they never knew of, and blame one of their ancestors, who, though utterly innocent, must be repaid, and the lich has no less interest than the usurer of the main physical plane, and his means are more clever and swift than the latter—you will not want to know.

Hmm, wait, let me think about it, I seem to have gone too far, sorry. So, let's get back to the beginning, yes, we're going to say that people are wrong with us, but they are not to blame, for they can only open silently the door to the endless darkness, red eyes, gray-white flames, and nightmares as tall as unicorns, and their knights always wear black armor that covers their bodies to the bare surface, armed with spears, and broadswords at their waists, and are silent or simply silent throughout, while we are always in the service of the wicked, and with their barren imagination they think that we will be put in a chest by our master or buried in the dirt when we don't have to complete our tasksIt's like a sword or a plant. This idea is not only wrong but also ridiculous, we are not skeletons lacking in intelligence, and we can even say that we have grown in this regard, and we also retain some of the emotions of being alive, although they are distorted (we have become evil anyway), so that even if we have been transformed into a dark pile of negative energy, we will still hope for a less narrow and dirty shelter - in general, it will be a half-plane with constancy applied to it. This half-plane is either close to the negative energy plane or close to the shadow plane, our residence is located in the shadow plane, and the master has set up a permanent portal for us, so that we can freely travel between the two planes when performing the work he has delivered, of course, this portal will generally have restrictions, such as only allowing undead creatures to enter and exit, etc., just as this half-plane must have necromancy-enhancing spells, death realm and rest-related spells, or the opposite setting- To put it simply, if some white robe were to chase us back here, he would find himself like an insect stuck in a spider's web, and he would soon be weak and dead without us—as far as his body and soul could have left, how the owner had arranged his time here.

But in order to reduce the trouble, our time is condensed, like this eternal and dead plane. Of course, this is before. I say this because there is a new person among our neighbors and colleagues. Of course, we will have neighbors, so what's so strange that our master is a half-lich (a half-god lich, not a brain-dead lich who failed to transform), and his disciple is also a half-lich but only with a lack of seniority, but he also has his own necromantic knight, as well as a half-plane.

The two halves are very close together, like a pair of pendulums hanging from the ends of the balance bar, and in normal times they are unrelated to each other, but occasionally, the turbulence between the astral planes will push them closer and overlap so that we can also talk, compete, or hunt with the necromantic knights of the other half-plane—I have two shadow mastiffs to hunt down the living and spirits who strayed into this place. The closest half-plane to us is a disciple of our master, and then his half-plane is close to the half-plane of his only disciple, so occasionally, there will be three master necromantic knights together, because the last plane is in the relationship of the negative energy plane, we will often gather to go to the negative energy plane to bully the ghouls or vampires- It's not that there are no creatures on the shadow plane, but all creatures are as empty as projections of the main material plane, and hunting them is not only fun, but it can also make you feel as depressed as if you had been deceived by shoddy means. Oh, you're saying that Necroknights don't get depressed, that's a great misunderstanding, any being with intelligence and memory can be depressed, demons, demons, dragons, the undead, and even our master's disciple, yes, the mentor of the one who set up the half-plane on the negative energy plane, and rubbed his paws against the Mithril wall in the tower to dispel negative emotions, but he has already guessed who he is.

Indeed, this man is quite famous in this plane - yes, that's what it means, please don't misinterpret it, don't name him, I'm just an ordinary necromantic knight, I don't want to make eye contact with any god. And what I want to talk about today is not that one, but his disciple, more accurately, not his disciple, it should be said that it is owned by his disciple, and it is also the only necromantic knight. My brothers and I wondered why there was such a Necro Knight, he was so powerful, I admit, he had a tall and dangerous nightmare, and a whole set of armor condensed from the ore crystals of the negative energy plane, if you think these are the standard for a Necro Knight, then what about a soul weapon?

There are many people who misunderstand that the so-called soul weapon is that you go to the elves or dwarves, or the gnomes to make a spermtitanic gold that can be used for enchantment, or a mythril weapon, and then find a talkative gray robe to capture a soul for you, and then stuff that soul into that weapon and everything will be fine, wrong, dear, you are very wrong, if the soul weapon can be made like this, there will be gray robes and lichs who will equip themselves with such an army day and night.

No, in order to forge a soul weapon, the first thing you need is a soul that is strong and tenacious and full of deep love for the user, the former requirement may not be difficult to achieve, and the latter one, who would want to create an empty armor, or retain the original love? The most common thing we feel is hatred and disgust, even our parents would not recognize an undead creature as their son. No, I don't grieve for this, although we will still be angry or, as I said before, depressed, but we know very well that we have become a different kind of being since we woke up again, that we are something very different from the living, even with the souls that walk in the mourning wasteland, and not the same kind as the devil and the devil, we can only hear the call of our master, not any god, our path is long and dark, there is only a way to go and no way back.

So we just have a little bit, a little bit, a slight ...... Envy, though the bastard still complains that he can't do anything with his lover anymore, of course, you and I know all the things, and has been beaten with his own weapon more than once for it - every time the planes overlap we can witness this magnificent view, imagine a necromantic knight running on foot in the dust and rubble with his head in his hands on the gloomy and dead plane of negative energy, I don't know how many innocents there are along the way, let's just say for a moment, at least they haven't been able to do any sin to this one- You may wonder, what about his nightmares? It's also a question that puzzles us deeply, but it doesn't stop us from rejoicing in it - his nightmares like his weapon, well, the soul in the weapon. By the way, this venerable brother has an unfamiliar name, Wildeg, and he never said his last name, nor do we, after all, our connection with the living has been severed with the completion of the transformation, but his master and his weapons will call him Vivi when he is not—crazy, that nickname sounds sweet, doesn't it?

The soul of his weapon is a woman of graceful figure and beautiful face, who ignores Wildegg's almost chattering complaints, and appears before us from time to time. While we all know that she's just trying to get some necessary information and experience from us for her lover, so what, the Necro Knight has never seen a woman so far, and the succubi or banshee can't stand us too much - they always feel like we're going to make them lose faith in their charms, but at least you have to let your claws and tongue rest a little.

In addition, we are also curious to know how a soul weapon is formed, and our master is also interested. Probably the only thing that made the Necro Knight unhappy in the process was Wildegg's bad personality and bad temper, but I think these little flaws can be forgiven compared to the wonderful feelings that the lady gave us. As for those childish show-offs...... I've had lovers, fools, but it's too bad that she was under my master's tower when she reunited with me, and after I had said hello to her sincerely, she was in tears as she prepared to cut off my head with the broadsword I had given her. What else do you think I can do? I'm going to have to cut off her head first.

The master also asked me if I would like to summon her soul to be a banshee...... I can't say no, my story with her was supposed to end before that war.