In the early morning, the moontle in front of the cemetery was stained with frost, and the black iron railing looked colder than before.

In August 772, before the last crop of the year had been harvested in much of the Mekara Basin, Heine had to put on a sweater and a thickened trench coat.

Probably because of necromancy, the fall in the boneyard tends to come earlier than elsewhere.

Heine rubbed her cold cheeks and tightened the neckline of her trench coat.

When the first bell rang, he pulled the latch, kicked open the iron door, and pushed the homemade food cart out of the dormitory next to the cemetery, and went straight to the dining room.

As soon as the dining truck appeared, it became the focus, and the students who had been waiting early rushed over like a tide of corpses.

Most of the mages who have been contaminated with death qi for many years have dull expressions, numb nerves, body structure destroyed by death qi, irreversible degeneration of other senses such as taste, and so on.

But the burial ground is only an academy of the undead, and the students are not deeply affected while they are not proficient in their studies.

So even though they are accustomed to cold food and don't care about the taste, few people can say no when the steamed buns with three kinds of chili flakes stir-fried and marinated jerky are steaming hot.

"Don't squeeze, there is a lot of money today, and everyone has a share."

Heine shouted symbolically, lifted the lid of the pot, and in an instant a dozen thin and pale arms reached into the steam.

Necrotic nerve endings are not afraid of heat or cold, which is more or less the "benefit" of dead air infection.

On the last day of business, he didn't stare again to see who didn't give money.

In three years, he not only earned back his tuition fees by relying on these "side doors", but also earned an extra 60 gold coins, which is about four times the tuition fee for three years, and he doesn't care about this scale and half a claw.

The group inhaled spicy, and their faces were red as they ate.

The spicy buns are not delicious, they are hot and spicy, and the filling is not even salted, but it is enough to stimulate their sluggish nerves and satisfy the desire to chew.

Heine was glad he hadn't become.

"What are you thinking?"

Behind him, the person who spoke was a mature and elegant woman.

She was wrapped in a thick cotton robe, her black hair was dignified and coiled, and her neck was slender, whether it was red eyeshadow or elastic fair skin, it was incompatible with the buried bones.

"Teacher Thiara? I thought you weren't coming. ”

Heine took out a warm oil-paper bag from the pocket of his trench coat, which contained three normal-tasting buns.

It turns out that he also cooks something that people eat.

Siara took the breakfast and thanked her, with regret and shame on her face.

"I'm sorry, I really couldn't keep your student status this year, your grades are obviously so good."

"It's not your fault, besides, I only got full marks in your general education and culture classes, although the results of spells, spellcasting, and alchemy are good, they are not important, but they summon ......"

Heine smiled self-deprecatingly, "You know, that's the core reason why I was dissuaded. The Boneyard will not tolerate a necromancer who can't even control a skeleton selling buns in a restaurant every day. ”

His gaze looked past Chiara to the stocky old man in a dirty apron behind him.

He looked extremely sloppy, with flies flying around him, staring at the crowd viciously, especially the two who were talking.

Sensing that he had attracted the attention of the other party, he immediately lowered his head and pretended to clean up.

"What's wrong?"

Theara noticed his gaze and looked back.

"Well, it's true that no one wants you to leave more than Old Hunt. Ever since you started selling this pie, not many people have eaten his sausages and rye bran bread. ”

Heine smiled noncommittally.

Old Hunter is the head of the cafeteria and the college's head of logistics.

He was absolutely credited with being fired so quickly.

The two chatted casually for a few more words, and Xiara was called away by someone else, and before leaving, she instructed to "wait for me at the door at noon".

At this time, the buns on the dining car were basically sold out, and the students were basically empty, Heine pushed the dining car that had accompanied him for three years to the old Hunter.

"I'll sell you ten gold coins for this little car." He said.

"Ten gold coins? Crazy, you're such an incomprehensible lunatic. ”

Old Hunter exclaimed, glared at him, and turned away.

"If you don't buy it, I'll sell it to someone else for a copper coin, and it comes with a complete teaching, and no one will eat your clean and hygienic rotten sausages."

The old man turned back in a huff and stared at him with resentment.

"One silver coin, I can get a silver coin at most for your pile of rags!"

"Ten silver coins, or I'll give them to someone else for nothing."

"You goddamn vampire!"

He cursed and threw ten dirty silver coins into the money jar.

"Now it's yours, goodbye Mr. Hunter, and I wish you good health."

Heine smiled happily, this car was not worth much, he just wanted to disgust the other party, nothing else.

"Get out of here, you're not welcome in the bones!"

……

The sun was shining at noon, but the air was still cold.

The carriage stopped at the head of the bridge, surrounded by a lake on all sides, and this was the only way to leave.

It is said that this was the first battlefield, and later because of the dangerous terrain and inconvenient escape, it was built into a dungeon, and many people died in the prison, resulting in excess of life, which led to the later burial of bones.

The main body of the academy is underground, and the surface is a cemetery and a dormitory for cadets, as well as a classical church.

If you stand on the shore and look at it from afar, few people will associate this quiet lake in the middle with a necromancer.

Heine leaned against the carriage and looked at the statue in the cemetery in a daze.

"It's a pity ......"

In the end, he failed to touch the true transcendental.

After three years of study, you can still save a good fortune, which is an extraordinary achievement for ordinary people.

But as a traverser, Heine's quest doesn't stop there.

He knew that this world was much more dangerous than in his previous life, and ordinary people would die silently at any time.

So he worked very hard, and he got a high score in every class except summoning, but he couldn't summon the undead.

Even the most gifted student could make a dead corpse lift its upper body, but he couldn't even make a skeleton move his fingers.

He didn't have a plug-in either—of course, maybe he didn't find out, what if the gold finger was dead and he wore it again?

It's a pity that he didn't have a chance to give it a try for the time being, and he didn't dare to try.

"Long waiting!"

Siara ran from the direction of the church out of breath.

She teaches general education classes and is also a priest who treats poor creatures who get lost while communicating with the underworld.

"It's okay, I haven't been here for long."

"Here's for you."

Siara handed him a letter, and Heine hesitated for a moment, then took the letterhead and asked:

"What is this?"

"This is my letter of introduction to the Lord of Ebony Town, although you have not officially graduated, with your ability and knowledge, you can be a consultant, helping in alchemy, geography, and etiquette."

"Maybe cooking."

Heine made a joke and amused Thea.

He put away his letterhead and thanked him.

The parting is imminent, and the air becomes quiet.

The two were nominally students and teachers, and the age difference was seven or eight years old, but no matter how Heine lived in his body, the soul of an adult also lived, and after three years of contact, Siara did not treat him as a child, but became good friends.

On the other hand, she also provided enough help to Heine, and if she hadn't insisted on keeping this student, Heine might have been persuaded to quit in the first year.

Eventually, she broke the silence.

She stepped forward and hugged Heine and whispered:

"The next time we meet, remember to treat me to a good meal."

"Next time, definitely."

Heine replied.

The two parted.

The carriage slowly drove over the stone bridge and left the cold land.

The mountain road was rough, and it took Heine an afternoon to reach the outskirts of Ebony Town.

Fortunately, he didn't encounter any wild beasts along the way, which was much better than when he almost died in the wolf's belly when he went to the bone burial site, and the Molotov cocktail and electric shock staff that Heine had prepared did not come in handy.

His home is located on the eastern outskirts of town, about a forty-minute walk from the town.

In the distance, Heine saw a quaint manor.

I haven't seen it for three years, and the house in the twilight looks like an ancient tree in the deep forest, covered with mottled moss and lush vines.

Heine was confronted with a complete mess when he first crossed.

The original owner's father was a small nobleman who inherited the ancestral home, and the family of three lived a simple life, but as his mother fell ill and spent all the family's savings, and also took on foreign debts, his father had to return to his old business to venture to the ruins, and finally only came back with a sword and half a pair of armor.

Then his mother fell ill and died, and the creditor came to the door and forced the fifteen-year-old owner to die, which gave rise to Heine.

Going to the burial ground to study is his "way to repay debts", which is the requirement of the money lender.

Necromancers have a bad reputation, and the source of students in the burial ground is not very stable, so the enrollment has to go through gray channels.

Fortunately, Heine, who was a traverser, happened to desire this kind of thing, and the two sides hit it off.

When I came to the door of my house, there was a horse-drawn truck parked on the side of the road, and a familiar looking bed board was resting on it.

The large iron door was open, and a well-dressed middle-aged man stood in the doorway, his hair meticulously combed.

He was not surprised by Heine's arrival and waved his hand.

He was Simon, the moneylender who had sent Heine to the burial ground three years earlier.

As Heine's "admission recommender", he received the notification letter of the burial site as soon as possible.

According to the agreement of that year, he first received a "deposit" of 10 gold coins from the burial ground, and if Heine could graduate from his studies, he would also receive 25 gold coins.

But now Heine dropped out of school early, and the remaining 25 gold was lost, which is also the total amount of Heine's remaining arrears.

"Are you ready to pay your debts, Mr. Heine?"

It was meant to be a joke, but he was answered by a money bag containing 25 gold coins.

Simon caught it steadily, and after weighing it, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Why is an expelled cadet so rich?

The letter did mention that the other party was "far more interested in making money than learning magic", but he thought that meant paying off three years of tuition on his own.

Now it seems that he has earned at least 40 gold coins, how did he do it?

But out of good professionalism and the financial resources shown by the other party, Simon didn't say much, but just praised it from the bottom of his heart.

"It's incredible, it's rare to see a reputable customer like you these days."

He patted on the iron door and shouted inside, "Don't be busy, restore the things for the guests!" ”

Two dusty men squeezed out of the room, their arms thicker than Heine's calves, and they wore only linen vests at this time.

There are extraordinary warriors in this world, but Heine doesn't have this talent, and he is past his best age.

Seeing them lift the bed board back in, Simon spoke:

"You don't seem to have much left in your house."

Heine rolled his eyes: "Didn't you all move away in the first place?" ”

At that time, the house was almost emptied to pay off the debt, leaving only a few worthless but still commemorative things, such as the half-body armor and an ordinary longsword.

This is how the original owner was forced to die, and he naturally won't give the other party a good look.

"Things are always changing." Simon rubbed his hands together and smiled kindly: "You have higher requirements for the quality of life now, right?" Maybe you need a more upscale set of furniture, we can—"

Heine chuckled: "No need, I have been sleeping next to the coffin of the dead for the past three years, and suddenly it is too high-end to adapt." ”

Simon didn't expect life in the bones to be so exciting, but he quickly resolved the embarrassment with a regretful expression.

"Then we can only look forward to the next cooperation."

"I'm looking forward to it, too."

The two of them talked a few words that were not nutritious, and Simon was resolved by Heine one by one several times, and he couldn't help but feel that the other party had changed tremendously in the past three years.

The burial ground is really a great place to exercise!

He had only been in contact with Heine the Traveler for half a day, so he naturally thought that it was all the work of the bones.

The moneylender was also very personable, and he had Heine carry his luggage into the house.

Sending the three of them away, looking at the four-walled home of the real family, Heine had a sense of "the game has just begun".

"That's fine, let's say goodbye to the past."

There were a lot of rooms, and he fetched a basin of water from the well in the backyard and simply cleaned up the house where he lived.

Passing by the cellar entrance for the second time, he frowned.

This is not an illusion.

He did perceive a faint hint of death.