Ophelia and Lilith also looked at Lynch with pleading eyes, seemingly unwilling to let the rmaid be sold to the black market.
If she were really sold to a wretched place like the black market, her fate was easy to imagine.
Lynch glanced at Avril, a little surprised. He hadn’t expected her to be so soft-hearted. Just a mont ago, she looked like she was on the verge of tears, and now she was already feeling sympathy for Sea Song.
"We can talk about that later," Lynch said, waving his hand dismissively. "I have no plans to sell her right now. I’m still counting on another Blessing of the Sea the next ti I hit a bottleneck."
’Besides, she might even be useful for rebuilding that Magic Teleportation Device.’
His words were quite blunt and entirely pragmatic, but that was precisely what made it easier for Annabella and the young won to accept.
After all, it was only natural for a Necromancer to prioritize practical benefits.
"Alright, as long as you know what you’re doing. But..." Annabella nodded, her tone turning serious as she warned, "You must be extrely careful. Keep a close eye on her, and don’t let a single word get out."
"A rmaid, especially one with a royal bloodline, is enough to attract countless greedy hyenas and vultures. When that ti cos, I fear your small Fishing Port will be razed to the ground in an instant."
"Yes, ntor, I understand," Lynch replied respectfully.
anwhile, Sea Song secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
’As long as I’m not sold, there’s still a chance.’
’Most importantly, she felt this Lord Lynch had extraordinary potential. If she could truly persuade him to help, she might actually have a chance to return to the Deep Sea Royal Court one day.’
Then, with a re thought from Lynch.
The ever-loyal Bone Shield "escorted" Sea Song back to her room.
After she was gone, Lynch finally turned to ntor Annabella, an expectant smile on his face. "ntor, about... the mission credits for the Bloodfang Tribe, and the items I wanted to redeem..."
Annabella shot him an irritated glare. "You’ve gotten bold, haven’t you? Treating your ntor like an errand boy."
Despite her griping, her actions were swift. She retrieved a large pile of items from a black Space Ring and placed them on a nearby table.
"Since you didn’t bring back the head of the Bloodfang Tribe’s Chieftain or any other concrete proof, I had to personally go to the mission hall and vouch for you. In the end, they settled the score at eight thousand academic credits."
Ei—eight thousand academic credits?
The mont that number was spoken, the three young won standing to the side stared wide-eyed, their admiration for Senior Lynch rising to a whole new level.
’As expected of our senior; he actually wiped out the Bloodfang Tribe all by himself.’
"I’ve already redeed the Spell Learning Scrolls and materials you wanted," Annabella said, rolling her eyes. "And at your ’strong insistence,’ I spent nearly all your credits."
In truth, though she acted annoyed that her audacious student had dared to send his ntor on errands, she couldn’t have been more thrilled inside.
If she hadn’t known that this student of hers liked to keep a low profile, she would have gone to redeem the items with great fanfare, announcing to the entire academy that her student, Lynch, had single-handedly wiped out the Bloodfang Tribe.
"Thank you for your hard work, ntor." Lynch gave a respectful bow.
Then, his eyes gleaming, he stepped forward to inspect the items his ntor had brought.
On the table lay several Skill Scrolls exuding a faint aura of death: [Corpse Resurrection Skill], [Black Zombie Cultivation Skill], [Bone Spear Skill], [Skeleton Armor Skill], [Plague Poison Skill], and [Pain Curse Skill].
These were all practical Tier One spells that only a fully-fledged Necromancer could learn and master effectively.
An ordinary apprentice, even after successfully advancing to Tier One, wouldn’t have so many academic credits. They could only save up bit by bit, learning one skill at a ti. But since Lynch had annihilated the Bloodfang Tribe and reaped a massive amount of credits, it was only natural for him to learn every available skill at once.
In addition to the scrolls, the table also held a portable [Simple Negative Energy Gathering Array], several high-quality [Subordinate Negative Energy Crystals], a large bag of precious materials specifically for nurturing and strengthening zombies, and a large, replenished box of [High-Quality Fortified Bone Powder].
These items covered nearly all of Lynch’s most pressing needs.
New Magic, materials for cultivating Black Corpses, and materials to continue strengthening his existing Skeleton Army.
"Thank you, ntor."
Lynch gleefully stored everything in his Space Ring, feeling a great sense of reassurance.
With these resources, his strength would soon see another significant boost.
"Alright, that’s enough." Annabella stood up. "Arrange lodgings for us—and make sure they’re clean. We’ve been traveling all day; we’re tired. We can discuss the details tomorrow."
"Yes, ntor, right away!"
Lynch, ever agreeable, imdiately called for Old Baal, who had been waiting outside. He instructed him to take a few of the most efficient won in the Fishing Port to tidy up the other best rooms and prepare a hot al.
Soon, ntor Annabella and the three young won were properly settled in.
Though the Fishing Port was humble, Old Baal and his people did their utmost. The rooms were tidied and spotless, and they served the best seafood, bread, and cheese they had. All in all, both guests and host were satisfied.
That night, Lynch did not rest imdiately.
After settling his ntor and the junior students in, he returned to his own room, closed the door, and eagerly took out the Spell Learning Scrolls.
The first one he studied was, naturally, the [Corpse Resurrection Skill]—the key to converting the Bloodfang corpses into combat strength.
Next ca the complentary [Black Zombie Cultivation Skill], followed by the offensive [Bone Spear Skill], the defensive [Skeleton Armor Skill], and two curse-type skills: [Plague Poison Skill] and [Pain Curse Skill].
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