Chapter 19 - Eighteen (2/2)

Breathing heavily, my brother fell to the ground, looking at the unmoving body of the wolf. I came closer, asking:

”Are you hurt?” He shook his head. ”Then let's go.”

I had a satisfied smirk seen that he level up; I only level up once, after many undead, but he was catching up quickly, and those Magic Fire related always been five levels above the basic level; now level 22; were really scary.

We hunted food for the night, planning what to do the next day, and almost getting to excited to sleep. The Voice of the Night; now able to talk to me all nights, even if I had to sing for it; didn't say anything, as we already discussed many possible ways beforehand.

Tomorrow, we will hunt a necromancer.

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The lights were on again, the little fires sparse around the rooms. Using Presence Sense; which worked like a warmth vision of a snake, without the need for temperature; we passed through the hatch again and went upstairs.

It was very cold that day, even making me reconsidered our plan, but the longer it took us to end this, even more after taking care of the others, the less chances we had of succeeding.

One would expect that in a necromancer lair undead would be roaming about, an awful stench would cover all the messy rooms, and yet it was somehow empty; not clean, just abandon.

Beyond the dust only a few smells, however, stood up strong, some suffer and citric stuff. I scratch my nose, following the sense.

It leads to a big room with two floors with a view to the upper floor. That would be a good place for my brother, so I point my nose for him to go upstairs to receive support from above.

The view of the walls was blocked by many tall bookshelves, covered in layers of dust, just some, closer to the middle, seemed well cared for. Many places to hide, I thought as I went from shadow to shadow, and many knowledge to look for later on.

I could hear my brother upstairs, as he got a good advantage point. I approach the middle where a few wooden tables stood, some full of pots and glass, but from below I couldn't see very well; and didn't care either.

I was looking around for a good place to ambush him when I hear footsteps and doors opening. He is here, coming this way!

I enter a shadow, as mine would show on the floor, and stay hiding there. He comes in quick footsteps, going directly to the table and putting something on, while the staff stayed beside him.

I narrow my eyes at that.

”Oh Faust, we are so close.” He says. Faust? Who is that? Another creature? That could be troublesome. But nothing happens as he continues, as if someone had answered him.

”Yes, they are late, perhaps a minotaur was too much for them, maybe we will need to make new ones. Even better, they are already too old, I should prepare to change them now.”

”Hm… I think so too, his crystal would work better, earth element, strong build and energy, but we can test with this High Bird crystal first, pity that humans do not have crystals, it would cut in half all my work.”

Curious I look a little up, going to a shadow on the wall, only to see him talking to… a skull? It was placed on a velvet pillow, and was very carefully handle.

The necromancer takes off his hood and cape only to reveal a face full of scars, and a pair; yes, two sets; of arms, one on the normal place and the other coming from the back, but still managing to reach the front.

Is that even human anymore?

He passed his tongue on the base of his pointy teeth, patting slightly the skull, thinking. He starts messing with the things on the table, turning pages from some books, scrambling some notes on other, and in other he took off a rag that was covering a human body on one of the tables, the movement letting the stench of formalin come off.

He starts opening up the body in the middle, passing the scalpel in a Y form. And still we waited, patiently. All this time his staff was on the other table, and as he brought the skull in one hand and a crystal on the other, to the body and away from the staff, we acted.

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Wow, 24.144 words and 180 pages approximately at this point, and only in a month (27 days to be precise), hehe, writing machine.

It is 6,6 pages and 894 letters per day, cool.

But nobody cares.

Lol.

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Forgot the extra, shit.

Not counting that again.

And who ran away from the barbecue to write?

Hehe

And I don't like fireworks, my dogs are scare of them, so nah