They don't want me to try anymore.

However, this posture is indeed a bit awkward...

“Veronica, I only did it because the situation was urgent…”

Before he could finish explaining, his voice was cut off by a soft touch.

This time, it was the beauty in his arms who took the initiative.

A moment later, their lips parted, and a tiny, almost imperceptible glint of light shone in the sunlight.

Veronica said sweetly, "Your Highness, there's no need to apologize. I like it this way, and besides, your blood tastes very good~"

Ah.

You're pushing your luck, aren't you?

I almost forgot your true nature; I shouldn't have tried to explain in the first place.

Richard smirked: "...We'll talk about these things later. We still have enemies to deal with!"

"That's right~"

Veronica smiled, but she had already released dozens of bats to guard against the surroundings.

Out of the corner of her eye, she also saw the numerous wounds on Richard's cheeks and arms—the price of his recklessness, most of which were still bleeding.

“That skeleton actually dared to hurt you… Your Highness, don’t worry, I won’t be careless anymore, I will definitely protect you…”

"When you say that, could you please not look at me like I'm wasting food?"

"Hee hee~"

Veronica stuck out her tongue, and in the next instant, she transformed into a blood shadow worm and rushed out.

Richard wasn't idle either. While he was speaking, he was secretly using Starfire to surround the area and set up a lightning-attribute array. Now, they were activated together, summoning thousands of bolts of lightning.

The brief respite ended, and the battle began again.

This time, however, the speed was much faster.

Firstly, Veronica changed her previous eerie style and launched an attack like a mad dog, unleashing her full magic power. Bats and blood shadows swept across the entire area like a storm, pulverizing all the undead along the way.

Well, although what she said just now was quite nonsensical, she was really angered when she saw Richard was injured.

Secondly, Richard used the resentment of those who had died again to absorb a wave of magic power, thus replenishing his mana. With this shift in power, the number of summoned creatures completely overwhelmed the undead.

In less than ten minutes, Hyman's men were all wiped out, and he himself collapsed to his knees, seemingly unable to fight any longer.

However, upon seeing this, Richard and Veronica both frowned.

"Is it a fake?"

Veronica swung a spear made of solidified blood, smashing Hyman's skeleton to pieces.

"It's a substitute spell; the original user shouldn't have escaped too far!"

The two dispersed their mental energy and simultaneously locked onto a skeletal dog that was frantically running away at the end of the road...

That was Hyman.

Upon realizing that Veronica had broken free of the illusion, he was once again stunned into silence, and immediately understood that he was definitely not going to win today.

If we don't run now, we might really end up as stewed soup for the dogs!

So, taking advantage of the intense battle, Hyman brought over a skeleton soldier that looked similar, used magic to disguise himself, and then assembled his bones into the shape of a wild dog before secretly escaping.

This is pathetic, completely lacking the dignity expected of a Silver-rank expert.

But Hyman didn't really care about any of that, otherwise he wouldn't have become a necromancer in the first place, and he wouldn't have remained unknown for so many years, only having a presence among a few pirate captains.

Unlike his peers who genuinely appreciate death, he fears it, so he would rather become a skeleton than not exist. That's why he goes to great lengths to pursue things that most people would avoid...

By the time Richard and Veronica noticed him, Hyman had already run quite far away.

"Haha, at this rate, I'll be able to escape!"

“Veronica, Richard… very good, very good! Wait…”

Glancing at the two people chasing behind him, and recalling their strange behavior, Hyman paused involuntarily, changing the premise of his previously straightforward threat to his person:

"...Once I've gathered all those things, I will definitely turn you all into puppets! I..."

boom!

Suddenly, his right hind leg accidentally stepped into a gap between two stones, and the rest of his body was pulled by inertia, instantly breaking his hip joint and right leg joint!

His body, which had long since exhausted its strength, seemed unable to withstand even such stumbles.

"How can it be!"

Hyman couldn't believe it. He was about to escape, but he tripped up at such a crucial moment!

In fact, Veronica, who was desperately chasing behind, also secretly marveled at her team's good fortune.

Only Richard knew that it wasn't luck at all, but rather that he had used the "Fate Writer" trait.

It's perfectly reasonable for an elderly person of such advanced age to have to run around on all fours and accidentally fall and fracture a bone.

In the blink of an eye, he and Veronica caught up with Hyman.

"I surrender! I give up! If you spare my life, I'm willing to sign a master-servant contract with you!"

Realizing he was truly going to die, Hyman stopped referring to himself as an old man. Despite having no decent facial features, he displayed obsequiousness by kneeling on the ground:

"Your Highness truly deserves to be called a champion who has dominated the empire for a generation. I am willing to offer all my skills to help you build your empire..."

boom!

However, before Richard could finish speaking, the big black dog behind him slapped him down with its paw.

This necromancer, capable of assembling an army of the undead, died by the roadside in a remote little country, his remains reduced to the skeleton of a wild dog.

"Your humble attitude makes me, as your opponent, lose all dignity, and besides..."

As he examined the body, he said in a deep voice, "...I have no interest in things that could leave me with future problems."

He hadn't forgotten what happened in the simulation, so he didn't intend to hold back from the start.

After all, it was far too dangerous for such a mysterious necromancer to escape with his life.

As for the loyalty of Silver-rank powerhouses... heh, can you compare to my wife Luvia? She's fragrant, soft, and a formidable fighter!

"Your Highness is indeed decisive!"

Beside her, Veronica laughed and splashed blood onto Hyman's body.

Immediately, the blood spontaneously combusted, completely burning the skull to ashes while also extracting a faint wisp of reddish smoke.

"This is a secret technique of ours, which can extract fragments of memories from the soul of the dead. Although it is not comprehensive, it is still somewhat useful."

Richard nodded, tacitly approving of this approach.

Then, he saw something shiny in the ashes.

It looks like...

It looks like a small metal box?

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After the crimson flames died down, Richard used his magic to carefully remove the iron box from a distance.

Upon closer inspection, he noticed protective runes on the box's surface, but Veronica had almost completely destroyed them before he opened it.

Upon closer inspection, inside was indeed the monocle I had just seen, along with three crumpled pieces of parchment.

...Hyman was in such danger just now, yet he still remembered to pick this up?

Richard stroked his chin, recalling the terrifying moment when Veronica was put to sleep.

Well, these glasses are at least the masterpiece of a Gold-rank alchemist, or even higher.

Once you learn how to use it, it can definitely become one of your trump cards!

He then opened the three parchments and saw that they were all the same style, seemingly a single sheet of paper torn into three parts. When pieced together, he could make out the two crookedly written characters on them...

More than two hundred complex and obscure symbols.

"The Land of Long Rest... the Palace of Tranquility... Ancient Elvish? Or perhaps the dialect of a Lowland Forest tribe?"

Richard scratched his head. He had studied this, but he hadn't mastered it. He was still at the level of not being able to distinguish between the front gate tower and the hip joint.

However, one thing is certain: if Hyman put this item with his glasses, it must be something quite valuable!

At this moment, Veronica, who had finished digesting the soul fragments, came to reveal the answer.

"These must be related to the God of Dreams."

"The God of Dreams?"

Richard blinked, racking his brains, before finally remembering that this was also a minor deity, with a status similar to that of the Ice God in Idaril's prison.

The current situation is pretty much the same... it's no different from being dead.

"When Hyman was young, he must have killed a branch of the Dream God's descendants on earth. These glasses are relics he stole from them. They possess divine power and can greatly increase the power of mental magic, and can also induce dreams in people..."

Veronica spoke, her brow furrowing slightly, clearly indicating that the fragments she had absorbed contained no further information.