?Chapter 1109: 351. Is it a coincidence?
“What are you looking to sell? Or are you here to buy something? We have excellent preservation wax here that can keep undead materials preserved for a very long time.”
The low-rank acolyte grinned with a servile smirk, his stained sharp teeth showing.
His grey jacket and overalls emitted a faint scent of preservatives.
The basement could only be described as rudimentary.
Whether it was the defense system or the interior renovation, Nnd detected the smell of cheapness throughout.
Through the Deconstruction technique, Nnd had discovered that the Undead Cult’s underground gathering ces were often detected by Division Intelligence Unit Two and the “Pir of Ley Lines.” <div>
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If Military Intelligence Department Personnel discovered them, the situation would be rtively better; the low-rank acolytes could easily escape if they were willing to abandon their subordinates.
But if they were detected by the wizards of the “Pir of Ley Lines,” it would be troublesome, and the low-rank acolytes would have to use “Emergency Teleportation” to escape.
After several interruptions of their secret transactions by outsiders, the Undead Cult simply gave up on defending their gathering ces underground.
Despite theposed smile that this low-rank acolyte was wearing, he was actually extremely nervous, afraid that Nnd before him might be a spy for the Earth Vein Wizards.
Nnd nced at the magic orb in the acolyte’s palm and snorted disdainfully,
“What’s that in your hand? A magic orb enchanted with ‘Emergency Teleportation’? And here I thought the Undead Cult was a big fish in this ce, turns out you’re just a rat crossing the street. I’m seriously doubting whether I can find a suitable buyer here.”
A few cold gazes shot towards Nnd, belonging to the Death Cult Converts standing beside the low-rank acolyte.
These ordinary humans who had yet toplete their transformation into magical organs couldn’t even sense the mana fluctuations on Nnd, mistaking him for an arrogant illegal merchant.
At first, the low-rank acolyte was somewhat impatient too.
But when he saw Nnd pull a Shadow Orb out of his Magic Pouch, the expression on his face changed.
From a barely contained irritation to surprise and awe, and finally to obsequiousness and ttery.
“Wee~ Mighty Shadow Gray Wizard.” The low-rank acolyte bowed deeply, revealing his bald head to Nnd.
The Death Cult Converts looked at the magic orb in Nnd’s hand with confusion, their gazes focusing on the translucent figure within the orb, seemingly greedy yet perplexed.
Although they knew little about magic, the attitude of the low-rank acolyte made it clear that the Shadow Magic Orb in the seller’s hand was extraordinary.
It was inevitable.
The Shadow Dark Soul sealed within that orb was a genuine Eighth Ringbat Shadow Wizard.
Nnd could hide his own mana fluctuations, but he had not concealed those of the Shadow Magic Orb.
The unique gloom of Shadow Magic and the desperately restrained madness was unmistakable to the low-rank acolyte.
This was enough to prove Nnd’s strength.
“I have an Introduction Letter from the Death Herald Guild. Take me to see your behind-the-scenes monk.” Nnd flipped his hand and ced the Shadow Orb back into the Magic Pouch, and then shook the invitation letter he had taken out.
The Death Herald Guild had enchanted unique magical runes on both the envelope and the letter paper.
Without needing to look inside, the low-rank acolyte used a detection spell to verify the authenticity of the letter.
The low-rank acolyte invited Nnd, with the utmost respect, to proceed deeper into the basement, and from there, through a secret passage, to the Underground River dozens of meters below.
Nnd had seen this path in the other’s Memory Fragment and was not worried about any ambush.
He followed the low-rank acolyte with an indifferent expression, passing through the narrow and dim Corridor, descending step by step.
The sound of flowing water became louder and the air grew more humid.
After a short while, an Underground River with greenish water appeared before them.
Nnd had seen this river before.
Back then it hadn’t been so green, and it hadn’t had so many ck particles suspended on its surface.
After casting Deconstruction, Nnd felt a slight stirring in his heart.
The Underground River now possessed a not insignificant extraordinary effect, akin to a simplified version of the teleportation currents around the inds of the Suman Archipgo.
By tossing specific magic materials into the water and uttering a spell, anyone could use the Underground River to swiftly move to the territory of the Undead Cult.
How could the Pir of Ley Lines have allowed the Undead Cult to construct such a magical river underground?
A question inevitably arose in Nnd’s mind.
Could it be because the Pir of Ley Lines specialized in Earth Rock Magic and were not adept with Water n Magic, thereby allowing the Undead Cult to do as they pleased?
While Nnd was pondering, he saw the low-rank acolyte take out a series of magical materials made of bones from his Magic Pouch.
He threw them all into the water, and before they could be swept away by the River Water, he quickly pulled out his Bone Wand and uttered a spell.
After a difficult incantation in thenguage of the undead, the magical materials floating on the River Surface came together, using the River Water as a glue, forming a Skeleton Boat with a green Lantern.
“Please, Your Excellency. This boat will take us to the sect’s Territory to the west,” the low-rank acolyte said, bowing and inviting Nnd to board.
“It’s simple and rudimentary, please be understanding. May death’s protection bless you.”
Nnd huffed lightly, activating “Death Flight”, and descended onto the Skeleton Boat.
After the low-rank acolyte boarded, he took the role of the boatman, pulling out a slender Bone Long Pole from the Magic Pouch and plunged it into the Water Bottom.
Brilliant dark green Radiance blossomed on the water surface, and then, unmanned and without wind, the boat moved swiftly with the current, stable and fast.
The low-rank acolyte tossed a pinch of powder into the Lantern.