The Necromancer Commands Slaves, Not Undeads

35 – Single Tree Bridge (2)

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During the skirmish with Morse, Dorothy, and the Skeleton Orc Lord, I hurriedly ran towards Morse’s severed arm. Morse’s strength did not come from his body, but from his gauntlets.

It was pure luck that the Skeleton Orc Lord cut off Morse’s arm. Although the opponent still had one gauntlet left, it was as if a valuable means of attack had been neutralized.

That’s not all. If these Ogre Gauntlets give the wearer overwhelming power, wouldn’t that mean I could wear them as well?

I waited for Mors to have an opening. As I watched Morse pushing Dorothy and mercilessly beating up the skeleton orc lord, I thought it was time.

The opponent was excited, and the Ogre Gauntlets were making a louder noise than necessary, obliterating my presence, so it was perfect for me to approach.

I climbed on top of Mors and gave him the gift of an ogre’s punch to the face. Morse was covered in blood and shaking, and I took off the last of his ogre gauntlets and threw them on the floor.

“Phew… It’s over.”

And Dorothy looked at the scene blankly, then came to her senses and started running towards me. Dorothy dived into my arms and I took her by the hand that wasn’t wearing her ogre gauntlets.

Careful, the Ogre Gauntlets have not yet been able to control their strength.

“Master!”

“Yes. You worked hard, Dorothy.”

She buried her face in my chest with a very happy expression. Dorothy’s hand was so strong that it took my breath away, as if she was giving her strength.

“Do, Dorothy… I’m suffocating…”

Dorothy released me from the embrace. She almost suffocated. She deeply admired Dorothy’s strength and continued speaking while exhaling deeply.

“First, let’s discuss what to do with this man.”

“Let’s just kill him.”

Dorothy looked at Morse with her murderous eyes and answered immediately. I also agree with her. Because there is nothing more foolish than saving the life of someone who tried to kill us.

Even if he was saved, he didn’t seem like the type of person who would feel grateful or grateful to us. He’ll probably be holding a sword and chasing us persistently.

It was cheaper to kill for the future.

“I agree. But for now, I have things to ask him. We’ll kill him later.”

I had a ton of questions to ask about the Exitium Clan. Who are they, why are you following them and why are they looking for Reed White’s stuff.

Mors would not give an easy answer, but I had a way to open his mouth.

“How should I ask? Torture? Interrogation?”

Dorothy looked at me with an expression of uncertainty. I shook my head.

“No way. We won’t use such barbaric methods. I have a method.”

I brought useful magic items from the old woman’s hut. Among them, there was a very useful item called the Candle of Truth. Originally, it was an item I brought to sell…

I didn’t know this would happen and prepare for it, but it was still something people had to prepare for. Dorothy and I found rope to bind Morse’s body among the dead orcs’ belongings and tied him up.

I roughly left Morse tied up on the ground and sat down on the ground that was free of stones and pebbles. Oh my, I’m so tired….

“Ugh… Then let’s wait for him to wake up.”

As soon as I finished speaking, Dorothy came up to me, who was cross-legged, and sat down gently on my thighs, leaning back. I looked at Dorothy with a puzzled expression. The seats are spacious, so why bother? .

“Dorothy?”

“It’s warm like this.”

“Oh, it’s definitely cold.”

Snow was still falling from the gray sky. The weather was like this so we couldn’t even light a bonfire. Can’t I do it? I hugged Dorothy’s leaning body tightly.

“Ugh, wouldn’t it be a little less cold this way?”

I spoke to her while making her smile. Then Dorothy lowered her head and spoke without giving me her gaze.

“Master.”

“Yes?”

“I think this position is a little hot….”

“Ahahahaha, I’m sorry I have a lot of heat.”

I held on to Dorothy, who seemed strangely quiet, and waited for Morse to wake up. It was an unpleasant feeling of being cold and warm at the same time.

Mors woke up 30 minutes later. The vampire’s body recovered quickly. Before I knew it, Morse’s crushed face had been completely restored.

“You’re awake.”

I gently pushed Dorothy away and slowly raised her body from where she was sitting. Then he squatted down in front of the fallen man and opened his mouth.

“It’s our victory. And it’s your defeat. From now on, I’m going to ask you a few questions. Do you agree?”

“Ha, hahahaha… I f*cking lost to these kids…?”

He muttered, contemplating his defeat with an expression of disbelief. But even if he did that, nothing would change. I continued talking.

“You don’t have a choice anyway. I have the Candle of Truth. I’m sure you didn’t come here for this, right?”

Mors did not answer. It seemed like the denial of reality was not yet over. That’s how shocking this loss is to him.

I did not realize the need to continue the conversation with him any further. He took the Candle of Truth from his pocket and lit it with a sparkling stone. The unique, subtle scent of candles began to spread throughout this place, and I opened my mouth.

“What kind of place is the Exitium Clan?”

He remained silent and closed his eyes. However, the silence did not last long. The Candle of Truth not only prevented those who touched its light from lying, but also had a magical effect that forced them to answer questions asked.

“This is a clan ruled by Heinrich von Schlistein, the great vampire lord and ruler of darkness. The Exitium Clan collects rare items spread throughout the empire, and is involved in all the secret deaths that occur within the empire…”

“Then are other clans also ruled by vampire lords?”

“Yes.”

He spoke with a trembling voice. It was very funny how even though I desperately tried to close my lips, my voice came out strong and I was embarrassed.

By the way, are all groups with the proper noun “Clan” Ruled by vampires?

Now I understand why Morse suddenly became a vampire and why it was a secret group that existed before the empire that the Black Wolf talked about existed.

“Why does Clan Acitium want to collect the items of the dead wizard Reed White?”

“Because she has the rarest item in the world…”

“What are Reed White’s items you are trying to collect?”

“A mysterious magic item that is square in shape with circular holes and lights up when you press the button…”

The object described in his mouth was unexpected. No matter how you think about it, the object he was describing was a smartphone. Why does the Acitium Clan also know about smartphones?

The moment the question was imprinted in my mind, Morse’s complexion began to turn pale.

“Ah… Ah… Forgive me, please forgive me… Ugh…”

He was shaking like a scared lamb. Soon, blood poured out from every pore in Morse’s body. Then, like a mummy, his body began to rapidly dry out.

As I looked at that bizarre figure, fear filled me and I took a step backwards and fell backwards, hitting his buttocks.

Mors is dead. He met his end in such a terrible form that he could no longer be called a person.

“I’m dead… I had a mountain of things I wanted to ask.”

Dorothy also came next to me and narrowed her eyes as she looked at the dead body of Morse.

“Is it magic?”

“I guess so. I think there was probably a taboo that shouldn’t be said, and I ended up saying it in this conversation.”

I didn’t even feel pity for the dead Morse. The thought of Morse’s corpse being so disgusting and the discomfort of the unresolved questions lingered in his head.

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“What are you going to do from now on?”

I was worried. To be honest, at this point, I’m not sure if I can resolve the matter with the Accitium Clan even if I meet the Golden Lion in the capital.

I was also worried that I might be walking into a tiger’s den on my own. But if we don’t resolve this conflict, Exitium’s new pursuer will come after us.

Because Morse’s end proved that he was completely expendable. The stress of chasing is considerable. He felt that if he did not eliminate the root cause, he would have to live with anxiety until he died.

“As expected, I have to go to the capital to meet the Golden Lion. But there is a high probability that our location will be discovered by them through this death, so I think it would be better to hurry.”

Snow interferes with the journey, but it also erases traces of the journey. Dorothy nodded her head. I reached for Morse’s body one last time and turned his hand into a stock.

Junul’s case was unfortunate. In order to permanently wield a powerful spirit, various preparations are needed, but it was raised as a one-time use.

Well, Morse’s soul will work hard for you instead. I swallowed the stock and walked toward the village.

Dorothy picked up Morse’s ogre gauntlets that had fallen on the ground and followed behind me.