"What's going on?" Commissioner Grom lowered his height and asked with a frown: "You snatch his stuff?"

His level and power were higher than Edgar. When asked, Master Edgar could only try to recall this question. However, the incident of a demon pet many years ago was already blurred in his memory, and he only had a rough impression:

"At that time, Lynn was going out for a trip, so I asked a friend to help him find a magic pet to protect him. It happened many years ago... I didn't hear him mention that others wanted it?"

"Great Master." Master Slinmin's mentor tried hard to squeeze in. In just five or six days, his hair had turned white. The old magician bowed deeply in front of Edgar, and begged:

"I failed that adventure and almost couldn't come back. I was not qualified to get that magic pet. But this child has been scrupulous and she is about to die. I would like to ask you for this last wish-"

"So what about your final wish?" Master Edgar suddenly looked down:

"I helped in the infectious disease hospital a few days ago and treated dozens of patients. I remember a little girl who kept holding her stomach and screamed in pain, and she lost her breath before she could be treated. At that time, I was near her and heard her before she died, saying, Mom, wait for me to get better, can you take me to the beach to pick up shells-"

"Her wish is not a wish? Her life is not a life? The 85 dead people are not a life? Why is their last wish not satisfied? Slinmin's wish requires us to find ways to satisfy her?

Could it be that she poisoned, cursed, killed innocent civilians or was it someone else’s fault, or because others didn’t give her a demonic favor?!”

"...It's right." Commissioner Grom nodded slowly. He turned to the necromancers below the stage and raised his voice:

"Dear colleagues, the caster has powerful power, but this power is not our willful power to harm others. Especially our necromancers, whose power is known for their weirdness and terror, has always been terrified and hated by others.

Therefore, in order to make it easier for us to deal with outsiders after we go out, we must be more self-disciplined than other spell casters. Today, let you watch Master Slinmin be executed, so that everyone can see her fate with their own eyes and take it as a warning!

——Execution!”

With a call, someone put a black cloth bag on the female mage's head, put a sling on its neck, and pulled it up. The wooden board under its feet suddenly pulled away, and a series of struggles began to go from intense to subtle. Finally, the female mage hung quietly on the gallows, and truly turned into a corpse.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes... until it was confirmed that the breath of life had disappeared, Commissioner Grom raised his palm and a pale flame spewed out of the palm. In the flames, the body quickly burned into ashes, and a breeze swept away from a distance and spread into the sea waves.

The corpse, flesh, and soul of the necromancer cannot be made into undead creatures or used again. This is the Black Crow Swamp, the last, remaining tenderness to the sinful fellows.
Chapter completed!