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Donnie scratched his head and felt rather embarrassed upon hearing Dollos' encouragement. ”They are not something that I can take care of. I do not know the first thing about them. Well, are you aware of the Original Body?”

He keenly sensed the unusual term and asked rather curiously.

Dollos lowered his eyes and looked at the book before him. ”Have you heard about the Original Body before? Even in the school of necromancy, there are few arcanists who understand it and study it. I only happen to know it because one of my old friends has been working on it.”

”I learned it from a fellow student during the College Entrance Exam…” Donnie suddenly felt that his question could be dangerous, but he had no choice except to answer it.

Dollos nodded and smiled. ”Since you have heard it before, I can talk to you about the details. It's from the ancient Meshkate Empire…”

He introduced the beginning and evolution of the Original Body. Donnie listened very attentively. Although Karl had introduced it to him before in a much more detailed way, he wasn't in the mood to listen to it at all at that time.

”The Life Traceback ritual features slanted tombstones and coffins that only have clothes but not bodies… All the bodies are filled in the wood puppet buried at the center…” As he talked, Dollos suddenly sighed. ”I'm told that the Cemetery of Eternal Sleep outside of the Heidler Magic College contains the secret. It's a shame that I'm not qualified to visit the most mysterious and unique magic college…”

Was the secret hidden right outside of the Heidler Magic College?

Donnie looked forward to his college life even more now. If he could find some files and cracked some of the mysteries from the Cemetery of Eternal Sleep, it was possible that his capabilities would soar.

Dollos coughed. Not talking about the Original Body anymore, he simply introduced the school of necromancy in general and asked Donnie to go to work.

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Wu!

Clang! Clang!

The long magic steam train stopped at a dark and gloomy station. Donnie got off the train eagerly with his old black suitcase.

”So, is this Heidler?” Donnie looked around excitedly and curiously. He saw that the sky was gray and lackluster as if it were frozen, and that a vague mist was everywhere. Far away, the high, spiky magic towers that were in pitch black indicated the city's style that was different from any other cities on the continent.

As expected of the camp of necromancy… Donnie was not intimidated. Having braced himself for this, he felt that only such an appearance befitted Heidler's fame.

It was the middle of August, and the sunlight was burning hot outside. However, there was nothing but paleness and heartfelt chill when the sunlight got into Heidler.

Donnie moved his eyes back and searched for the signs in the station. After he finished Dollos' contract, there was no time for him to go home. After all, Heidler was the college whose semester began earliest.

”The freshmen of the magic college will gather in 152, Ghoul Street…” Donnie soon found the announcement and read the content on it.

”How to reach Ghoul Street?” Donnie frowned at the map of Heidler that he bought from a small dealer on the train. It was full of zigzagging and dizzying twists and turns.

Looking around, Donnie picked up his suitcase and walked to a worker who was busy cleaning the station. ”Hello, could I ask you the way? I am a freshman at the Heidler Magic College.”

The cleaner suddenly raised his head, only to reveal his rotten face, dim bones, and the two deep black holes in his eye sockets. Donnie was so scared that he almost cried out loud.

Although he had dissected cadavers, summoned zombies, and crafted stitched bodies before, it was still a horrifying experience to run into a decayed corpse in the middle of a day without any warning.

The ”cleaner” struggled to shake his head. He then lowered his head as he continued to clean the station.

So, this is Heidler… Donnie's tone had changed greatly.

”Donnie!” A familiar voice came from far away. Donnie turned around in surprise, only to discover that somebody was waving his arms at the entrance of the state. The ghost on his back was also waving its fuzzy hands. It was Sammy.