Chapter 91 (2/2)

The figure snorted. “Do you know a necromancer?” she asked. “Just finding one is like finding a needle in a haystack and you want to have him cooperate with you?”

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Tafel and Vur stood outside of a wooden door with the golden spirit floating behind them.

“Go inside and wake the person up,” Vur said to the spirit. Tafel gripped Vur’s hand and tilted her head.

“Why me?” the spirit muttered as she passed through the door. “Even relegating me to be a humanoid rooster.” Tafel and Vur disappeared in a silver flash of light and reappeared outside of the castle-like building.

“Should we really wake Auntie up like this?” Tafel asked.

“It’ll be fine,” Vur said as he walked backwards with Tafel.

A thunderbolt, that was as wide as a person was tall, struck the building and turned the night into day for three seconds. A terrified wail echoed through the air as the golden spirit rushed towards the sky through the hole left behind by the lightning. A hand made of hellfire shot out after her. She let out another shriek and dove towards Vur and Tafel. “Save me!”

Vur nodded. “Wait right here and I’ll stop it,” he said. The spirit hid behind them as the black flames approached the trio on the ground. Vur squeezed Tafel’s hand and the two of them disappeared, leaving the spirit behind. She whimpered as the flaming hand grabbed her, burning away her body until she was the size of a small bean. “Never again,” she said as golden tears streamed down her cheeks. “I never want to see him again. Someone else can deal with him.”

Lindyss’ eyes were bloodshot as a vortex of black flames surrounded her body. She snorted and the flames dispersed. Moments later, Tafel and Vur appeared in her room.

“Hi, Auntie,” Vur said with a smile.

Lindyss kicked him. “Auntie my ass. I told you to call me Lindyss,” she said. “And don’t send flamboyant, glitter spirits to wake me up ever again. I’ll destroy it for real next time.” She crossed her arms and plopped onto her bed. “What do you need?”

“Tafel has a lot of spirits haunting her,” Vur said. “The golden thing said that a necromancer could get rid of them.”

Lindyss nodded. “I can, yes,” she said. “I just need a suitable host for each spirit.” She closed her eyes and shuddered. A wave of mana washed over Vur and Tafel. After a minute past, Lindyss opened her eyes with a frown. “There’s too many spirits following you; at least five hundred, but I’m guessing a lot more. I can’t get an accurate count.”

“What’s a suitable host?” Vur asked.

“A corpse or skeleton without a soul lingering nearby,” Lindyss said. “I don’t have that many spares and animal bodies won’t work either unless they were imprinted during life.”

“Killing people to get rid of resentment caused by killing people?” Tafel asked and furrowed her brow.

“Eh? Just go raid a cemetery or two. Maybe ten,” Lindyss said and smiled. “I’m pretty sure the humans entomb all their clergy.”

“Isn’t that wrong?” Tafel asked and bit her lip. “It’d be like blaspheming the dead.”

“It’s fine. They’re dead,” Lindyss said and waved her hand. “And Vur is king after all.”