"I'm not a necromancer, how can I possibly know," said Eletha in the Emerald Dream, "However, no matter how it changes, it is inseparable from means such as magic arrays and magical materials that provide energy, why, do you still want to practice necromancy?"

"I'm quite interested, necromancy should be a secret technique related to life and death, in a sense, it seems to make people immortal," I reached out and stopped a zombie child, his face was pale, but his smile was very innocent, as if this was not a gathering place for the dead, but a paradise-like comfort nest, "Little one, do you know where the highest level of the undead hotel in this city is? Take me and I can give you a krypton." ”

"Sir, aren't you afraid of me?"

Zombie child, to be exact, should be the undead child, the word zombie should be my unique reincarnation secret technique, looked at me with some surprise, thinking about it, it should be the first time to meet such a human who talks to the undead, I can imagine that real humans face the undead, either disgust or fear.

"Why are you afraid?" I smiled and pinched the undead child's face, his skin was slightly stiff, completely incomparable to Tus Brightman, but unexpectedly, there was no smell on his body, and it was estimated that he had undergone some kind of special antiseptic treatment, "Take it in front." ”

"Yes, sir," the child seemed happy, perhaps not hated by humans, "but I can only run, and walk very slowly." ”

"It's okay, we can keep up. ”

"It seems to be rotting, albeit slowly," I said to Elesha as I followed the undead child, "and it seems that these so-called undead are not yet immortal, but at most they have some life." ”

"That's nature," I couldn't see her, but I knew that the woman had given me a blank look, "if any of the undead were immortal." I'm afraid the world has long been full of all kinds of undead, anyway, did that ancestor of yours leave you any necromancy?"

"Yes," I nodded. I don't have anything to hide from this woman, after all, the biggest secret has been shared with her, what else can I not say? I told her about Tusbraman.

"Damn bastard, I seriously doubt that this ancestor of yours did not die, but hid in a corner somewhere. ”

"I hope so," I smiled and shrugged, "to be honest, I'd really like to meet him and ask him some questions, about the Earth." Of course, I said the last sentence in my heart.

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"That's it, sir," Eventually, I chose to wrap my mind around everyone and fly to the hotel, where there were often weird undead creatures flying around in the sky, and walking on my legs was really a problem.

"Okay," I reached out and pulled out a piece of kryptonite and handed it to the undead child, before leading the others into the undead hotel called Conan Doyle. Whether it was the skeleton guard at the door or the ghost attendant inside, they were all a little surprised when they saw our group, and the reason was similar to that of the undead children. I guess I was surprised why humans would come to the hotel where the undead lived.

"Good afternoon, dear sir, are you here to find a friend?"

"Stay," I said to the undead maid floating in front of me, looming, really souls. It can be independent of the existing space, and it is estimated that most of the design problems of this hotel are, "Is there a house that humans can live in?"

"Yes," the maid was stunned, "but you have to wait a little longer, for the area inhabited by humans has been uninhabited for a long time, and we need to clean it up." ”

"Well, I'm sorry for you. ”

In the hall, ghosts come and go, almost all kinds of undead, like the sturgeon monsters, ghosts, skeletons, shriveled necromancers like dried corpses, and even a few vampires-like existence, sitting not far away from the skeletons piled up on the sofa, I looked at everything in front of me with a little interest, and fortunately it was my woman who followed me, otherwise, it was really easy to be considered a pervert.

"Sir, it's been a long wait," said the pretty ghost attendant again, "we've packed it for you, come with me." ”

"Thank you, by the way, I haven't touched the ghost yet, can I touch Your Excellency?"

"It's cold, but it still feels tactile, anyway, is this a real body?"

"It's kind of in the hotel," the ghost maid seemed a little embarrassed, and no human had asked such a question like I did, "our boss, Count Dracula, has built a huge magic circle here, so that we ghosts can live here forever, and even have a body and feeling similar to an entity, although everything you see is actually made of energy. ”

"I see," I nodded, "how about it, Miss Spectre, do you have time to have dinner with me in the evening?"

"It's full of old, decaying smells, creaking floors, and old, dim oil lamps," I said to Valeera with a smirk as I sat at the head of the bed.

"Metamorphosis"

"Knock knock~"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, listening to the sound, lifting the weight lightly, it is estimated that the person who came was not an ordinary person.

"Good night, I take the liberty to disturb you," opened the door, and there was a tall and thin man standing outside the door, wearing a tuxedo, giving people the feeling of being an old nobleman, but judging from his pale face, it should not be human.

"Good night, may I ask you, who are you?"

"Introduce yourself," the tall and thin man bowed slightly, "Dracula, the Earl of the City of the Dead, the owner of this Dark Heart Hotel, has something to talk to you about, I wonder if you have time?"

"Yes," I nodded, turning to the side, "Please come in." ”

"Hello, beautiful woman," said Valeera, the man stood at the window, "you have come from afar, I won't talk nonsense, excuse me, the masked lady is the undead." ”

"Huh, how do you know?"

"Hah, I've been dealing with the undead for a lifetime. No matter how well it was covered, the faint smell still couldn't escape my nose. ”

"So what?" I lit a cigarette and handed the earl one by the way.

"She's an undead, but she's almost human-like. A living body, to tell you the truth, I've never seen such a magical undead, so I want to make a deal with you for the same amount of money. Exchange this magical art of necromancy. ”

"Do you want to be like that too?"

"No, no," the man smiled and waved his hand, "I've lived for so many years, it doesn't matter, it's just that I think if I can spread this undead technique, maybe it can benefit the undead capital, such as those undead children outside, most of them were sent here because their parents were reluctant to send them here and were made into undead." But in fact, he suffers from the decay of his body and the pain of being discriminated against, and if he has this undead magic, he can at least change part of the bad situation. ”

"That's a good idea," I nodded, "but you can't be the master, if you can, you need to find the master of the city, and only with it will it be possible." I'm only talking about possibilities. ”

"In other words, you agreed to the exchange?"

"It's just that I have this idea, and I have to analyze it specifically. ”

"Okay," the tall, thin man nodded. "I'm going to tell the lord of the city, find a time, and take you to meet the lord of the city. ”

"Wait a minute, that maid named Klein, I want to treat her to dinner, I wonder if you can give her a day off?"

“。 The tall and thin man was stunned, and nodded after a moment, "Yes"

"I said, you guy, can't it be?"

After Dracula left, Valeera said with a hint of weirdness on her face and some disdain.

"It's just a different taste, and besides, it's just a ghost, not a physical undead. ”

"How would you be willing to exchange this secret technique," said Elesha, who seemed to understand better that I was a pervert and did not dwell on the matter of the maid.

"I don't know about the undead in other places, but the undead in this city, their hearts are much cleaner than humans, it's not bad to help, and by the way, you can also have a friendship with the city lord of this city, and there is nowhere to go in the future, it's not bad to come here to retire. ”――

"What do you usually eat?" A sumptuous candlelit dinner, but it was only me who ate it, and the undead maid actually changed into a princess dress, most of which was found for her by tall and thin men.

"Mr. Hui," Klein lowered his head slightly, rubbing his hands nervously, "We don't need to eat anything, we just need to absorb the energy in the hotel to survive, but, because of the power of the boss's spells, we can occasionally taste some food, although we will not feel hungry or full at all, and the food we eat will eventually fall to the ground and have to be cleaned up." ”

"I see," I smiled and nodded, wiping my mouth with a napkin around my neck, "then, now that I'm done, will you take me for a walk in this castle-like hotel?"

"My pleasure, sir. ”

"Tell me about yourself," I said with a smile, holding Klein's slightly cold waist, "how many years have you been a ghost?

"I don't remember," Klein didn't seem to be able to walk, and could only be pulled and floated by me like a balloon, mostly nervous, "but at least for more than a year, here, I died in the war, and I will die here when I wake up." ”

"I see, by the way, is there a quiet place in this castle? ”

"Yes, my room, which was on the roof of the castle, was quiet and you could watch the stars. ”

"So what are you waiting for?"

(To be continued.) )