Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Lynn sealed the crystal bottle containing the Soul-Eating Elixir, labeled it, and placed it in a corner of the dimensional space.

This thing is quite valuable; I might need it someday.

He put the ring on the ring finger of his left hand, the ring face fitting snugly against his skin.

The aura of holy light and blood essence seeped through the ring facet, but it was very faint and could not be smelled unless you sniffed carefully.

He raised his hand and looked at it under the light.

A silver ring with a transparent facet, where golden-white specks of light flow slowly within the ring.

It looks good and is harmless.

The next day, Lynn appeared at the entrance of the ossuary wearing the ring.

The apprentice at the door bowed and greeted him. He nodded and went up to the second floor.

Several formal wizards on the second floor were flipping through books. When they saw him come in, their gazes lingered on his face for a moment, and they also noticed the ring that was deliberately exposed on the ring finger of his left hand.

A silver ring with a transparent facet, where golden-white specks of light flow slowly within the ring.

Lynn walked past them and went up to the third floor amidst their respectful bows.

Wayne appeared silently behind him as before, a bright smile on his face, as if he had seen a kindred spirit.

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In the following days, Lynn spent every day in the ossuary, absorbing knowledge with great eagerness.

Since he had cheat codes, Lynn accepted everything, regardless of whether it was useful or not.

Five hundred workstations have been working on deciphering the restrictions in the paid area. Progress is slow, but there are breakthroughs every day.

He wasn't in a hurry; after all, he had two years, and the restriction wouldn't change.

Wayne arrived on time every day, and the two would drink tea, chat, and exchange their understanding of the rules of the Holy Light.

This was also the most leisurely and comfortable time Lynn had ever experienced.

That day, just as Lynn entered the ossuary, the communication slab rang.

Lynn took the stone tablet out of the ring, glanced at it, and saw that it was a message from Harold.

"Sir, the shop deal has been settled. Do you have some free time? I'll go over there and show you the compiled information and figures."

Lynn returned the message.

"Okay, I'll come find you."

He put away the stone slab, greeted Wayne, and walked out of the ossuary.

Upon arriving at the market area, walk along the main street of Ghost Market to the entrance of the Gear and Bone shop.

Harold stood at the door, eagerly waiting. When he saw Lynn, his eyes lit up, and he immediately went to greet her.

"Sir, you've arrived. Please come in."

Harold stepped aside to let Lynn into the shop.

The shop was still the same as before: dim lighting, shelves piled high with semi-finished products, and the air filled with the smell of machine oil and preservatives.

Harold led Lynn to the inner reception room, where a pot of hot tea and several plates of snacks were laid out on the table.

The tea was not the normal tea leaves that Wayne used, but was brewed from various rare materials produced in the Evernight Graveyard, which could increase the absorption of the power of death.

But it was useless to Lynn, and it didn't taste as good as Wayne's tea.

"Sir, this is the compiled information."

Harold pulled a thin booklet from his pocket and handed it to him with both hands.

"There are a total of fourteen shops willing to be registered under your name. Each shop will contribute between five thousand and twenty thousand magic stones annually, depending on its size and annual income."

"I've already negotiated for you, and this is the highest price they can offer. Any higher and they'll lose money."

Lynn took the booklet and opened it.

The first page is Old Ke's shop, "Magic Construct," which offers 12,000 magic stones annually.

The second page features Master Todd of "Bonesmith Shop," priced at eight thousand.

The third page is about the "Binding Soul Bell Tower" steward, 15,000.

Page four is "Rune Workshop" Kroos, 20,000.

There are ten more companies behind them. I don't recognize their names, but the numbers are clearly written down.

He closed the booklet and nodded.

"Can."

Seeing Lynn nod in agreement, Harold quickly took out a spatial bag from under the counter and presented it to Lynn with both hands.

"My lord, this is the first year's tribute, a total of 200,000 magic stones. Please count it."

Lynn took the spatial bag and probed it with his spiritual power. Inside the bag were twenty neatly stacked piles of magic stones, each pile containing ten thousand.

After scanning the area with his mental energy, he understood the situation and immediately stored it in his ring.

"Mr. Harold, there's one more thing." Lynn picked up his teacup, took a sip, and put it down.

"Have them add a new service: release the news about 'Saintly Stigmata Wizards' Enlightenment'."

"If anyone needs help, they can contact me through the communication stone tablet and send me their questions directly. I will solve them immediately."

"Minimum price is 5,000 magic stones per question, with additional charges depending on the difficulty of the question."

Harold's eyes lit up.

"My lord, this is a great idea! With a Saintly Wizard here to answer your questions, the shop's value will increase significantly."

"Those wizards who have been stuck at a bottleneck for many years will definitely be willing to spend money, which is also a good thing for the shops, as it can significantly increase transaction volume."

"This is a win-win situation, they'll definitely agree."

Lynn nodded. "You can arrange it."

Harold readily agreed, his face beaming with smiles.

Lynn stood up, ready to leave.

Harold quickly followed behind and saw him to the door.

"Sir, if you need anything in the future, just give me a call and I'll come to pay my respects. You don't need to condescend to come to this humble shop in person."

Harold's voice was very sincere.

The presence of a Saint-level wizard in his shop not only adds to its prestige but also puts him under considerable pressure, as he fears he might not be able to provide adequate hospitality.

Lynn waved his hand. "It's alright, I was just about to browse the Ghost Market to see if I could find any suitable materials."

After saying that, he walked out of the shop and strolled slowly along the main street of Ghost Market.

The stalls on both sides of the street are still the same as before: selling materials, selling undead items, selling witchcraft items, and selling miscellaneous goods.

He looked at each shop one by one, and found several good materials that he liked, so he bought them.

These are all materials for strengthening the undead.

Now that we've reached the Sacred Mark stage, it's practically impossible to capture wild Sacred Mark-level undead in the wild.

Forget about Sacred Marks, even sixth-tier Nightmare-level undead are extremely rare. Lynn has only ever captured one Demon Eye; the rest were all enhanced by him.

Saint-level, that's top-tier combat power!

Saint-level undead are extremely rare. As soon as they appear in the wild, the academy will send people to capture them immediately, and will never allow such top combat power to be lost in the wild.

After all, no one can ever have too much of this stuff.

If Lynn wants to cultivate his own Holy Mark Undead, he can only do it on his own.

With the power of faith from the goblin world, cultivating a "subordinate god" of the holy mark level is not difficult; it just takes some time.

However, cultivating undead that can freely conquer various worlds and maintain their combat power is extremely difficult.

Otherwise, those senior Saint Marks wouldn't only have a few Saint Mark-level undead to hold the line.

In the future, the focus should still be on cultivating high-level undead, while low-level undead are simpler to manage; just conquer two worlds and convert all the creatures there into undead.

After wandering around and spending over 20,000 magic stones, Lynn finally returned to the laboratory satisfied.