North of Iversa Territory, deep in the Lars Mountains.

The lead-gray sky exudes a gloomy breath, which makes people breathless. At an extremely high altitude, the air is thin and the environment is extreme, so there is no trace of human habitation in the entire mountain range.

And among these vast snow-capped mountains, there was a figure walking indifferently.

He is the undead Ansadin.

The biting cold wind had no effect on him. Ansadin walked with mechanically accurate steps, as if walking on a flat road. His face was pale and his skin was loose and drooping, like an ugly mask, with hideousness in his indifference.

The rough cloth robe hung on his body made Ansadin look very thin. However, his gray eyes always exuded a sense of indifference to everything, as if the whole world was under his gaze.

As the first apprentice of the Royal Pharmacist of the Tasman Kingdom, Ansadin is "just" 3 years old this year. For the undead who has a long life, this is similar to "puberty".

Most undead were just awakening their "self-awareness" at this age, but Ansadin has already taken a high position with his powerful talent for pharmacy making and has become the youngest "royal pharmacist" in the history of the kingdom.

Not only that, he also won the appreciation of His Majesty Augustine for his "soul extraction potion" and had a valuable opportunity to go out for missions - for the old guys in the political arena of the Tasman Kingdom, Ansadin deserves the title of "pharmacist genius" the most popular in the past fifty years.

In the seventeenth year of implementing the [Corrosion] plan in the Kingdom of Karen, Ansadin's achievements were remarkable. Not only did he successfully put a large number of eyeliners into the Kingdom of Karen, but he even controlled several great nobles... With such achievements, his status has naturally improved over the past few years, and even reached an equal point where he could be on par with the "Windler".

The situation was too smooth, Ansadin became more proud and even... a little conceited.

But recently, the [Corrosion] plan suddenly had an accident - the "soul extraction potion" failed, the undercover Alpha was discovered, and Angma recovered and awakened...

Such a situation is like a face-to-face slap for Ansadin, who is waiting to make achievements, so his only response to this is a complete "assassination order"

As soon as the order was issued, Ansadin, who specifically asked the "Windlers" to support the formation, did not think about the possibility of "failure to assassination". The only thing he was worried about was how to explain his "mistake" to His Majesty Augustine.

But he didn't expect that the originally foolproof plan would once again cause trouble...

A hoarse chirping came from the sky. When he raised his head, a huge black crow was sweeping down and then landed steadily on the rock in front of Ansadin. He took the letter casually, thinking that he would see the formulaic report of the completion of the task, but he did not know the information written on it, which made Ansadin clench his fists in an instant.

"This is impossible"

The assassination team was ambushed.

Hollier City set up a killing game, "Wind" escaped seriously injured and the remaining members were wiped out

The Duke of Angma was unscathed, but the initiator was an unknown scout captain

Ansadin's arms trembled slightly. He held the letter in his hand and his mind was completely confused - accident, shock, anger, questioning... All kinds of emotions were stagnant in his chest, causing a layer of faint gray mist to appear around Ansadin's body.

This is not Bingxue, but the undead spirit energy he mastered after he advanced to level 10 of the "Nether Mage".

Because the ambush occurred completely and there were not many witnesses, the letter was vague about the battle process, saying only that "Magda was hurt badly and Hollier had planned it." The culprit was identified as the chief bishop Rubens who performed the magical arts.

As for the scout captain who was just "proposal", the letter only mentioned it in one note...

"Will the wither fail?"

After all the emotions, Ansadin quickly calmed down - but the first thing he thought about was not to look for Magda's whereabouts, but to look for the "scapegoat" who took the blame.

The failure of the potion is irreversible, but the "Wind" messed up the assassination, so don't blame me for taking the blame...

Magda will retaliate against his grudges, and Ansadin is not a good person.

Ansardin, the character of the "Windler", knew very well: the other party was eager to take revenge and would definitely come to ask for him. If he promised to repair the other party's body, it would be a huge favor.

And how to make him take the blame while also being grateful to himself is a technical job...

Ansadin narrowed his eyes, and his gray pupils flashed with a strange light - politicians always use all means to obtain benefits, and he has never done this thoroughly.

As a "necromancer" who is at level 15 and advanced to level 10, Ansadin has never been bothered to participate in the battle personally because he specializes in the "puppet system" in "necromancer".

Regarding the battle situation, Ansadin is always at a higher position than ordinary people, because he always considers himself the controller of the chessboard: no matter who his opponent is, all he has to do is to drop the chess piece and form a killing game, which will never have the power to turn over the convenience.

Charge yourself? That's something that only those without brains will do.

"Captain Scout... It's ridiculous."

He looked at the place name marked on the letter paper, looked into the distance, as if he was going to penetrate hundreds of kilometers away, and looked directly at the culprit named "Rody".

Raising his hand, Ansadin took out a bottle of dark green potion from his bag and poured it into his mouth. After a cold breath of death flowed into his body, he pulled out a white elderberry wand and reached out to sprinkle a handful of off-white bone powder in the wind.

The spell that the dead whispered was echoing in the thin air, and two restrained stone sculptures were found. The sculpture was only the size of a palm, shaped like a demon, with a bat wing on the back, and it was the ability to fly.

While waving the wand, a complete summoning array diagram was skillfully painted by Ansadin in the air. The "puppet summoning array" with a faint fluorescent flash was completed immediately.

As the wand swung, the originally thin undead aura suddenly became several times richer, and the light of the magic array shone. After the final spell, two sculptures were suddenly thrown at the magic array by Ansading, and he chanted the full name of the magic array in a low voice:

"Summon: Gargoyle"

As a "necromancer" specializing in the "puppet system", although Ansadin's level is not high, he has advanced to level 10. He was just enough to summon a level 10 gargoyle, but Ansadin was preparing to summon two directly under the strengthening of the "summoning stabilization potion".

The sculpture turned into a huge black shadow when it passed through the Void and Unable to form. The bat wings spread out more than four meters. The gargoyle's muscles were clearly angular, and its sharp claws were as long as daggers. When it flapped its wings and landed on the rock, it randomly shattered the solid stones...

The level of gargoyles is fixed. The level of gargoyles summoned by the L-level summoning technique is only 10. Although it is not high, it is extremely powerful because it can fly and has no summoning time limit. In the era when most people are using cold weapons, they have the advantage of "air supremacy" and are almost invincible.

"Magda...I'm sorry this time."

Ansadin jumped up and jumped directly onto the back of the gargoyle, tightened his bag with a new poison, and disappeared in an instant among the vast mountains...

"Can this work?"

"I don't have to say whether it's OK or not, but I have to try it before I know."

"But...those books-"

"I won't reveal any news, you can rest assured about this."

Inside the tree hole in Elsa Village, Roddy and Brody's conversation was still going on.

The class composition of the wood elves is too simple, and the village chief has the final say, and there is no elder or parliamentary system at all. Therefore, Roddy only needs to talk to Brody alone about the business plan of Elsa Village.

"Winter is about to enter, and the only thing that can be taken out in the village is the prey brought by the beast tide. There is not much reserve of fruit wine, so I can only wait for the increase in production next year... But I think it is completely meaningless to us if you exchange them for currency."

"You don't have to worry about all currency exchanges."

Having said that, Brody knew there was nothing else to explain. He sighed and then asked: "Nata told me about her request. If someone else was there, I wouldn't agree, but her... My only request is to hope you take good care of her."

Roddy, who was originally full of business plans, immediately felt a headache when he heard this - taking a wooden elf...especially the beautiful wooden elf, it was really not a matter of effortlessness.

But who makes me short of staff...

"I'll do my best."

After roughly speaking, Roddy stood up and left.

When he walked out of the tree hole, Henry, who was making a fire by the village, quickly stood up and greeted him. After receiving treatments from two different systems of Brody and Akasha, the fat man, who was originally on the verge of life, was already full of energy and was very enthusiastic about Roddy.

Buffon next to him was kicked by him, and then he stood up to salute Roddy. Compared to Henry, Buffon seemed a little dull. When no one paid attention to him, he was silent and occasionally chatted with the fat man. Over the past day, what he showed to Roddy... was just simple obedience, like a robot.

The fat man and the thin man were both by the bonfire, and as their former "teammates", Akasha gradually recovered her ability to move after two days of rest, and was sitting on a stone in a daze.

She said she was dazed, but in fact, her mental state was not very good. Especially whenever Roddy disappeared from her vision, Akasha would show an unspeakable anxiety: her lips were pursed, her five fingers were clenched into fists, and her body was trembling with tightness...

Such "symptoms" will only be completely relieved when they see Roddy - just as it was, after seeing Roddy jumping from the hole in the tree, her tight little face slowly relaxed, but her eyes seemed to stick to Roddy. No matter where he went, he stared at him without blinking...
Chapter completed!