Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

A level 1 undead at its peak is already equivalent to a first-class peak wizard apprentice!

If a wizard apprentice's witchcraft is not powerful enough, or his spellcasting is not skillful, he may be brutally killed by the undead.

However, this black skeletal soldier was in a sealed state, and its strength was greatly weakened.

Lynn didn't rush to buy it; instead, he first tried to break its seal using analysis.

If the activation method can be cracked, the value of this black skull will increase significantly.

The analysis function did not disappoint him as expected, and quickly provided the activation method for the negative energy sequence.

All you need to do is use negative energy to outline specific runes, and then inject them into various points on the black skull's body in sequence.

It's simple and doesn't require any cost.

Lynn was overjoyed; it seemed she was about to strike it rich today!

But he remained outwardly calm, casually pointing to the black skull and asking the second-class apprentice stall owner:

"How much is this?"

When the apprentice saw someone asking about the black skull rotting on his hand, he quickly replied:

"Hey classmate, I won't lie to you, this...this skeleton is a bit strange, it doesn't really follow orders, but its bones are pretty hard. If you want it, ten magic stones or the equivalent contribution points will do."

Ten magic stones, that's not cheap.

In the secular world, that's equivalent to 100,000 gold coins!

The exchange rate for contribution points to magic stones is 10:1, meaning one magic stone can be exchanged for ten contribution points.

Therefore, Lynn's fixed monthly "salary" of 100 contribution points is not low; among apprentices, it can be considered a "huge" asset.

If an ordinary apprentice can buy a necromancer, they should have no problem dealing with the "living corpse challenge" of the three trials of life and death.

Lynn frowned slightly upon hearing this.

"Your undead is a big problem because you don't obey commands. If you accidentally turn on your master in battle, it will be terrible. Ten magic stones are too much."

The apprentice stall owner scratched his head, thinking about it and agreeing.

Nobody wants to pay a high price for a disobedient undead servant!

Lynn didn't give his apprentice much time to think before giving his offer.

"Alright, I'll take all five magic stones with me!"

This sudden cut in half left the apprentice stall owner in a bit of a predicament.

This skeleton is not easy to deal with.

Even with his second-class apprentice strength and numerous methods to suppress the undead, he could only barely defeat them.

All that effort and risk I took to capture it in the [Eternal Night Graveyard], and it's only worth five magic stones?

"Although this skeleton is not easy to control, its black bones are extraordinary. Even if it were used as material, it wouldn't be worth five magic stones."

"How about we compromise? Eight magic stones each."

After thinking for a long time, the apprentice offered a price that he could accept.

Lynn went through several more rounds of persuasion, and the apprentice reluctantly lowered the price by one magic stone before refusing to budge.

The two eventually completed the transaction for seven magic stones.

Both sides were quite satisfied.

The apprentice sold an uncontrollable skeleton soldier for a higher price than simply dismantling it and selling the materials.

Lynn was naturally more satisfied. The price wasn't cheap for a seemingly useless skeleton, but it was a steal considering its hidden potential!

When they grow up, let alone seven magic stones, even seventy thousand magic stones wouldn't be enough to buy a finger bone.

He folded the sealed black skull together and stuffed it into the "Bone Ring".

This black skull is remarkably intact, standing only about 1.4 meters tall, yet it weighs significantly more than a typical skull, with extremely high bone density.

Judging from its Shadow talent, it seems well-suited to be an assassin, and Lynn plans to train it in the direction of "Shadow Skeleton".

In this wizarding academy, the opponents are mostly wizards, so an assassin hiding in the shadows poses a great threat.

It's still unarmed right now, so Lynn plans to equip it with a weapon first, and then gradually provide it with suitable equipment later.

Lynn walked through the bustling crowds of the market, her eyes scanning the various stalls.

Since the stalls in this "Apprentice Corner" are all run by wizard apprentices, the items they can offer are extremely limited, and most of them are not to Lynn's liking.

He walked to the end of the road and, in a relatively tidy corner, saw a familiar figure.

Thomas Ironhammer, the son of the Blackswamp City blacksmith tycoon, was tending a stall.

It was filled with various bone and metal artifacts that gleamed with a cold light.

Reinforced bone blades, barbed iron hooks, replacement skull knuckles, and even several small round shields pieced together from unknown animal bones and thin iron sheets.

"Lynn?"

Thomas was maintaining a short sword when he happened to look up and see Lynn, a hint of surprise appearing on his dark face.

He then used the coarse cloth hanging around his neck to wipe the oil off his hands.

"It's so rare to run into you here."

His hands were much rougher than those of his age, with large knuckles, clearly indicating that he often handled tools.

"Thomas." Lynn nodded, walked to the stall, picked up a finely crafted skeletal short sword and examined it.

"Looks like you've established yourself here."

"I'm nowhere near as good as you; I barely make ends meet."

Thomas patted a strange, half-human-sized object next to him, which was made up of rusted gears and a few bones.

"I became an apprentice of Harold, the Gear and Bone Master. He is skilled in constructing golems and golems. My family's skills are only enough for repairs and making some junk for apprentices."

He pointed to the goods on the stall.

Lynn nodded.

Well... Thomas is quite pragmatic; he managed to gain a foothold in this dark academy by relying on his own skills.

The returns were too low; these scrap metal pieces were barely enough for him to survive, and acquiring enough resources to advance his career was proving difficult.

Thomas lowered his voice, a hint of excitement in it: "But lately, I've been thinking about something new."

"Look, low-level undead are clumsy, stiff, and fragile; metal golems have hard bodies, but lack sentience..."

"I'm wondering if I could use my family's 'Hundred Refinements and Gold Infusion Method' to fuse the core of a low-level undead with its metal skeleton!"

"It doesn't need to be too complicated. Even something as simple as replacing a skeleton soldier's arm with a rotating iron hook, or adding an extra layer of iron to a zombie's body..."

At this point, Thomas's eyes lit up. "If this works out, who can compete with me for business at the apprentice market?"

Lynn lowered his short sword, unmoved by the blueprint he had outlined, and said in a calm tone:

"The idea is good, but the compatibility between the soul and the metal, and the conflict of energy circulation, are all problems."

"Yeah," Thomas sighed, scratching his head.

"There are too many problems, and the magic stones and materials are burning through a lot. With my current resources, it's difficult to achieve this. Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore."

He abruptly changed the subject, the relaxed expression on his face fading. "Do you know about the situation of the rest of us in Blackswamp City?"

"I ran into Carl and Lillian in the cafeteria before," Lynn said.

Thomas shook his head:

"That kid Carl started some kind of 'Freshman Mutual Aid Association,' trying to unite the freshmen as one, but he's running into obstacles everywhere."

"Just a few days ago, some senior students snatched the materials he had just acquired and beat him up black and blue. His members are all unreliable."

"Lillian...sigh, she's no longer that innocent and adorable little girl."

"I heard they recently started working as a third-class apprentice, and things are a little better for them, but..."

Thomas didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.

Lynn never expected that Lillian would change so much in just half a month since starting school.

However, a third-class apprentice... could indeed be a great help to her. If she could rely on him, she might be able to go very far.