"No harm! A little drink won't cause any trouble!"
After all, he had a potion to sober up...
...
After Kemidir left satisfied, Osa finished the remaining wine in his cup alone and then left the tavern almost buried by the heavy snow.
On the streets, only a few lights flickered; the magic apprentices had long returned ho before curfew, leaving only the closing vendors and adventurers heading back to their nests.
However, he didn't return to his lodging but cautiously circled several tis on the street to confirm that no one was following him, eventually turning into a rarely traveled alley.
A cloaked figure was already waiting in the shadows like a statue, with a gaze that was indifferent yet bloodthirsty, like a cold moon hanging in the chilling wind.
And that bit of moonlight seed to be the only light in the alley.
Osa dared not et those eyes but instead hurriedly stepped forward, bowed his head respectfully, and reported the final results of the task.
"I've done everything you asked!"
Kemidir was destined to be disappointed.
He didn't go to any Campbell Duchy nor did he know any Baron Ges; everything had been a carefully woven script from the very first demon crystal.
As for why this lady chose to ss with a Mage, he was clueless. Perhaps there was a master behind her, and behind all this lay a ga he couldn't comprehend.
Sarah said nothing, only reached out from under her cloak and tossed a bag of heavy coins onto the ground as the final paynt for the task.
The crisp sound made Osa's heart skip a beat, but when he saw that it was a money bag, he imdiately broke into a joyful smile.
"Thank you! Serving you is my honor."
Sarah said sparingly.
"This is your deserved reward. You know what to do next."
"Understood!"
Osa happily stepped forward to pick up the money bag, weighed its satisfying weight, and couldn't suppress his curiosity to ask more.
"By the way, where do you plan to find so many undead? Or did you intend to give that Mage the slip from the start?"
Sarah did not answer.
Her figure began to fade, seemingly rging into the night, leaving only a casual yet indisputable word as she disappeared completely.
"That's not for you to worry about."
With those parting words, the seductive yet dangerous silhouette vanished entirely.
Faced with the surrounding quietness, Osa shivered, firmly clutched the money bag, and hurriedly left the alley without looking back.
The friendship of a Mage was indeed enticing, yet offending an unknown powerful figure was just as daunting.
To have soone likely at Silver Level or even Gold Level beco a "death servant," the master behind her must have a soul level at least two levels higher.
Platinum?
Diamond?
By Saint Sis, with such a soul level, possessing extraordinary power might not even matter. This world isn't solely ruled by transcendent figures.
He feared one day he might trip while walking at night and wake up as undead.
Osa was content.
In just these three days, he had earned enough to last a lifeti; he could consider moving sowhere to start anew.
It's said the Empire's developnt of Gana Continent is in full swing. Perhaps heading there would be good...
At the sa ti, in the uninhabited wilderness far from the Academic State, Luo Yan had just finished drawing a massive teleportation array on the snow.
He patted his hands, stood up, then pulled out his magic wand, lightly waving it like he was conducting a symphony.
Surging magic power flowed from the tip, injecting into the array's core, and with the howling wind, played a prelude calling the undead.
"Crunch—"
Amidst the flashing magical light, a rift tore open in space.
Pale skeletons slowly erged from the light, their hollow eyes burning with ghostly green soul fire!
How could All Souls Festival be without the undead?
These were the new bodies he prepared for the "players."
Luo Yan's face held a joyful smile as he slightly raised his hands.
"Awaken—"
"My servants!"
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