Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Lynn had just sat down back in the lab when the communication tablet rang again.

He picked up the stone slab; it was a message from Alphonse.

"Lord Lynn, may I come for a visit now?"

Lynn's heart skipped a beat; he knew this kid couldn't hold back any longer.

"Come to my lab."

Not long after, footsteps could be heard outside the door.

The laboratory door opened automatically, and Alphonse stood in the doorway, wearing a deep purple robe embroidered with fine silver runes.

His face was still so pale, his lips were very light in color, and his eyelashes were very long, giving off a hint of...allure?

He was also carrying a wooden box tied with a silk ribbon.

"Lord Lynn, I apologize for disturbing you." Alphonse bowed slightly.

Lynn stepped aside. "Come in."

Alphonse walked into the laboratory, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings.

The Soul Furnace was operating in the corner, with the Dragon Soul Master sleeping inside, and a faint dragon aura spreading outwards.

Golden light shone through the crystal furnace wall and onto the wall. There was a bookshelf next to the wall, but it didn't have many books; it was just for decoration.

Alphonse didn't look at it for long. He placed the wooden box on the table, untied the silk ribbon, and opened the lid.

Inside lay a fist-sized piece of Styx crystal, of better quality than any of the ones received at the banquet.

"This is just a small gift, nothing special. There were too many people at the last banquet, so I was too embarrassed to bring it out."

Alphonse's voice was very soft.

Lynn glanced at the crystal, didn't refuse, and put it into his ring. "Sit."

He took a tea set out of his ring and placed it on the table.

The teapot is made of purple clay, and the cups are made of white porcelain with very thin walls.

The tea was a gift from Wayne. It was said to come from a conquered little world. The leaves were long and thin, and the brewed tea was pale green with a fresh herbal aroma.

Lynn picked up the teapot and poured two cups.

Alphonse picked up his teacup, about to drink, when his gaze fell on Lynn's left ring finger.

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

His fingers paused for a moment, then he put down the teacup.

"Lord Lynn, this ring..." he said in a low voice.

"Was it the one Master Marfa gave you at the banquet?"

Lynn raised his left hand slightly.

"You have a good eye."

Alphonse remained silent for a few moments, looking at the ring with a slight frown.

"Lord Lynn, if I may be so bold as to say this, I have known Marfa's character during my years of studying under her."

"She wouldn't give such an expensive gift for no reason. This ring..." He paused. "There might be something wrong with it."

Lynn chuckled to himself.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and put it down.

"Alphonse, you seem to know your mentor quite well."

Alphonse didn't smile; his expression was very serious.

"Lord Lynn, I'm not trying to sow discord. I just feel that, given Master Marfa's character, she usually has a purpose in giving things away."

"If this ring truly has the power to purify the soul, wouldn't it be better for her to keep it for herself? Why give it away?"

Lynn glanced at him.

Alphonse's eyes were clear, and deep within his pupils, two figures overlapped.

His expression was sincere, not like he was testing someone.

Lynn didn't know if Alphonse knew about Marfa's attempt to kill him years ago, but Alphonse's reminder at this moment was indeed well-intentioned.

He leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the table twice, without revealing the secret.

"There's nothing wrong with this ring." Lynn raised his left hand, letting Alphonse see the golden-white specks on the ring face.

"I checked it; it contains a drop of special biological essence blood, which is beneficial and harmless to the soul."

"Lord Marfa gave me this ring perhaps because he values ​​my potential and wants to invest in me in advance."

"You don't need to overthink it. A Saint-level wizard isn't so easily fooled."

Alphonse looked at the ring, then at Lynn's face.

Lynn's expression was calm, with a slight smile on his lips, seemingly extremely confident in his abilities.

Alphonse paused for a few moments, then nodded.

"Perhaps I'm overthinking it."

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and didn't mention the ring again.

Lynn also picked up her teacup and slowly sipped her tea.

He did not tell Alphonse the truth.

It wasn't because of distrust, but because it was unnecessary. After all, Alphonse was Marfa's disciple, and Marfa was known for manipulating souls.

Knowing too much is not good for him.

Alphonse set down his teacup and leaned forward slightly. "Lord Lynn, I've come today to ask you for a favor."

Lynn put down her teacup, thinking that it was finally time to get down to business.

"explain."

Alphonse took a deep breath and gently rubbed his fingers on his knee.

You should have already noticed that there are two people on me.

Lynn nodded. "One body, two souls; your soul and that ghost have completely merged."

Alphonse gave a wry smile. "Nothing can be hidden from you."

He lowered his head and looked at the pale green tea in the teacup.

"That ghost was named Rowling; she was my handmaid when she was alive."

Lynn didn't respond, waiting for him to continue.

Alphonse's fingers slowly circled the rim of the teacup.

"I was born into the royal family of the Kingdom of Hess. My mother died early, my father disliked me, and my brothers all wanted to climb over me to get to the top."

"I didn't have much status in the palace. Only Rowling was there for me. She was two years older than me and had taken care of me since I was a child. We were together day and night... and feelings developed over time."

His voice grew softer and softer, as if he were talking to himself.

Lynn picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said nothing.

This kind of story isn't new; it's one of those clichéd love stories from a past life, and there's not much to say about it.

"Later, something happened in the palace. One of my brothers wanted to seize the throne. When he couldn't win me over, he sent someone to kill Luo Lin, wanting to teach me a lesson."

Alphonse's fingers stopped.

"She took a sword for me and died in my arms."

The laboratory was very quiet.

The dragon soul in the Soul Forge turned over, and a golden light flashed.

"I went mad at the time. I took my sword, went to find that brother, killed him, and was seriously injured myself, almost dying."

"Just as I was on the verge of death, my spiritual power erupted, awakening a high-level death talent!"

As it happened, a wizard from the Bone Spire was in the kingdom. He sensed my mental energy fluctuations, found me, and asked if I would like to go to the academy.

Alphonse looked up at Lynn.

"I made a deal with him. I used all my savings to buy a container from him that could hold souls, and I put Rowling's remnant soul into it and took it to the Bone Spire."

Lynn put down her teacup. "So you joined Marfa's sect just for her?"

Alphonse nodded.

"Master Marfa is a Soul Weaver, the most proficient Stigmata Master in the academy in the rules of souls."

"I gave her Rowling's soul, and she helped me transform Rowling into a ghost and strengthen her soul. Later, she also let me participate in her symbiotic soul project."

"I successfully shared a body with Rowling. She used memory weaving and emotional binding to restore Rowling's memories and emotions."

His voice trembled slightly as he said this.

"Now, only one last step remains: she needs a body."

Lynn looked at Alphonse.

This guy is really a romantic.

This once-renowned genius, who was on par with him, was willing to waste his talent in order to revive a maid.

Having paid such a high price to join the Marfa sect and endure the torment of having two souls in one body.

Although he didn't understand, he respected it.