Chapter 758: Chapter 434: There’s No Worries About Selling the Vegetables We Grow _2
The tiny Gold-touch Stick produced the effect of a massive hammer. The guard became limp and passed out, a cloak appeared out of nowhere, draping over Durken, who politely raised his hat in apology to the unconscious guard.
The guards behind the courtyard wall had somehow been taken down by him.
Why any more courtesies? A line of heads on the wall turned over briskly.
Relying on his senses, Ange quickly found a tomb in the corner.
Some influential families liked to build family graves within their manors, this room was the entrance to such a tomb.
A row of skeletons hung in front of the door were originally sleeping with their skulls hanging low. As they sensed the activity, their hollow eye sockets ignited with blue flames, lifting their heads.
Durken was about to stun them, completely unexpectedly, these skeletons saw Ange and immediately descended from the rack, standing upright.
Negris finally realized this anomaly, as it was not the first time this had occurred. Uncontrollably, he asked, “What’s going on? The Skeleton Guards at the entrance to the Desert Town behaved in the same way. Even these ones recognize Ange’s identity?”
Unlikely! Ange came in projection, seeming harmless to people and animals. Even his aura was not as strong as Durken’s – why these skeletons feared Ange but not Durken?
Additionally, the Necromancer couldn’t identify him, nor could Roxy, the Witch swordsman, yet, for some reason, these lowly skeletons could?
Durken thought for a while and said, “It may be because these skeletons are masterless and without wisdom. Seeing souls stronger than themselves, they instinctively submit.”
Masterless undead roaming the wilderness have their own way of identifying rank, often more sensitive than other creatures.
But unable to understand, and no time for verification, they could only set their questions aside as they filed into the tomb.
Upon entering the tomb, there was a wide staircase leading underground, which was made broad for the convenience of carrying coffins directly.
Right now, two human guards were standing at the top of the stairs. Just after they noticed Ange and his party, they were knocked unconscious by the Gold-touch Stick.
Ange and his group walked unhindered into the tomb.
The design of the tomb was a typical family grave. There was a thigh-high stone platform to place coffins for worship in the burial area at the bottom of the stairs.
On the other three sides of the coffin area were the tombs, square pits hewn from stone, just big enough for a stone coffin. At this point, the three walls were almost filled with stone coffins, only about four spaces remaining.
Four more deaths in this family, and they would have to expand their tomb.
On the stone platform, where stone coffins were originally placed, laid a body of an old man adorned in extravagant attire. Except for his pale face, he looked just as if he was asleep.
Physical collapse next to the stone coffin indicated the presence of the only Necromancer here.
The others were at their wits’ end, staring blankly at the Necromancer, not knowing what to do.
They had been carrying out an Undead Sacrifice. All of a sudden, the Necromancer yelled, “Damn, someone has sabotaged the sacrifice, I’d better check it out.”
Then he released a wisp of smoke and left. Not long afterward, the Necromancer who was standing suddenly trembled and fell limp to the ground.
Everyone knew an accident had occurred, but it was beyond their understanding. They could only stand helplessly, until Ange’s party arrived.
“Who are you?!” someone shouted.
Ange looked around, with only common people standing. He paid no attention and just released the Soul Fire in his hand.
The Soul Fire immediately turned into smoke, flinging itself desperately into the fallen Necromancer’s body.
The Necromancer abruptly opened his eyes, looking fearfully at Ange. On the way over when Ange had grabbed him, he probably had already realized their difference. He fell on his knees, his forehead touching the ground, trembling.
With a casual move, he stripped the Necromancer’s consciousness from his body – a method already beyond the realm of magic.
However, the Necromancer’s behavior led everyone in the tomb to misperceive something. They gasped and collectively kneeled, “Cou… Council of the Undead?”
“Huh? Council of the Undead? I’m sorry, I don’t know anything. It has nothing to do with me.”
The collapsed Necromancer was stiff all over. His actions led to others’ misperception, but their exclamation ‘Council of the Undead’ made him understand.
Exactly! How could anyone extract his consciousness casually? Only those sea monsters from the Council of the Undead could.
“No, we are not from the Council of the Undead, we are just merchants selling vegetables,” said Negris with a smile. “You guys, What are you doing here?”
Although Negris denied being from the Council of the Undead, they didn’t believe him one bit. The crowd started explaining frantically.
The situation was simple. The Clan Leader of the Rhein Clan had passed away. The very Clan Leader who upheld the clan’s position and power was dead, at an inappropriate time no less.
For the Clan Leader to be reborn, they decided to have the Necromancer perform the Undead Sacrifice. Yet, this method was illegal.
The Undead Empire forbade turning into undead through artificial means.
“Huh? Why?” Negris was puzzled. Isn’t it good to be reborn as undead through sacrifices? Why would that be against the law?
The Necromancer looked at him strangely. You, a Council of the Undead’s member, wouldn’t you know?