Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

"Oh, right!"

Field suddenly lowered his voice, a hint of schadenfreude in it.

"Have you heard about what happened with Instructor Morpheus, the 'Soul Reaper'?"

"It is said that he somehow offended the deputy tower master, Lord Ceci, a few days ago, and was suddenly attacked by an important 'main soul' experimental subject in his laboratory."

"Although we weren't seriously injured, the lab was badly damaged, a huge loss! We're currently cleaning up the mess..."

"Morpheus seems convinced that Cecilia was behind it all, and he's threatening to report her to the academy's higher-ups."

Lynn paused slightly as he was inscribing runes.

Deputy Tower Master Sersi deals with Morpheus.

Was it a coincidence? Or... did Gregor's mentor's "reaction" play a role?

Is the mentor's advice really that effective? Or is he having an affair with this Cersei?

Hmm... I met this Cersei when I was choosing a mentor before. She doesn't seem like someone to be trifled with, otherwise she wouldn't have become the deputy tower master, and also had the responsibility of maintaining stability within the academy.

Lynn continued working without showing any emotion, but in her heart, she began to reassess her seemingly trouble-averse mentor.

There's something there!

That should make Morpheus behave himself a bit... right?

Field was still rambling on and on.

From which female apprentice he's recently hooked up with, to which mentor is the stingiest, to what style of wizard robes are currently trending at the market...

Lynn mostly just listened, occasionally responding with an "uh-huh".

Although it was noisy, it also gave him a more direct understanding of the various forces and latest developments within the academy.

When Gregor finally returned to the lab, Field finally calmed down and put on a serious expression.

Clearly, his frivolous personality earned him no shortage of reprimands from his advisor.

Gregor glanced at him sideways but ignored him.

Field rubbed his hands together, a fawning smile plastered on his face as he approached.

"Mentor~ Are you busy?" Field's voice was sickeningly sweet.

Gregor snorted irritably, ignored him, and continued writing and drawing on the bone board.

Undeterred, Field remained entrenched like a leech and continued speaking:

"Professor, that bottle of 'Soul-Eating Grass Extract' in the east cabinet of your lab has been sitting there for a long time, hasn't it? I'm afraid it's not very effective anymore. Could I borrow it for a little while? Just a tiny bit!"

"I took on a side job repairing a cursed doll, and the pay is a whopping fifty magic stones! I'm just missing this crucial material! I swear to the River Styx, once I get the magic stones, I'll buy double the amount and pay it back!"

Annoyed by his noise, Gregor slammed his bone pen down, leaving an ugly mark.

He yelled, "Get out of here! Are you going to use the lab materials to make money on the side? Solve your own problems!"

"Mentor, please! Just this once!" Field clasped his hands together, pleading.

"As you know, it's incredibly difficult for us apprentices to earn magic stones. This mission failed, and I've almost lost everything..."

"Please help me out. Once I'm financially secure, I'll definitely take good care of you!"

"Shut up! If you make another sound, I'll throw you into the Stitches monster's food!"

Gregor's forehead veins throbbed from his incessant chatter, feeling as if his experimental train of thought was about to be disrupted.

Looking at Field's shameless attitude, he knew that if he didn't agree, he wouldn't have any peace and quiet today.

"Enough!" Gregor slammed his hand on the table and pointed at Lynn, who was quietly processing materials not far away.

"You want to borrow materials? Sure! Go and help Lynn finish crafting his Death Knight. If you succeed, you can use as many materials as you want!"

Field's eyes lit up, and he immediately patted his chest and assured them, "No problem! Leave it to me! Junior Brother Lynn's matter is my matter!"

He instantly forgot his promise to "respect his mentor" and ran happily towards Lynn.

"Junior Brother Lynn! Our mentor has spoken, and he wants me to help you deal with this big guy!" Field announced triumphantly.

Lynn glanced at him, then at Gregor, who looked relieved deep inside the laboratory, and understood.

He nodded and made way for me: "Perfect timing. I'm encountering some obstacles in synchronizing the energy of my soul and body."

"No problem! Watch me!"

Field rolled up his sleeves and took over without hesitation. Although he seemed unreliable, his technique was indeed skillful.

In the following days, Field's voice could often be heard in the laboratory:

"Hey, junior brother, the Soul-Binding Silk isn't wrapped like that. It has to follow the muscle lines, otherwise it will affect explosive power..."

"Pay attention to the stability of negative energy output, like this, washing it off in waves, simulating a heartbeat rhythm, which can increase the soul's affinity..."

"Add a little more 'Soul-Condensing Sand' to the Corrupting Blood Ink. Yes, that's it. It can stabilize the soul and prevent it from developing a backlash of self-awareness later..."

Lynn observed and learned quietly from the side, and wrote down all the tips that Field had summarized from practice, recording and optimizing them on the panel.

Even with the help of "golden fingers," there are still differences when it comes to actually doing it.

He had to admit that Field did indeed have unique insights into the practice of constructing the undead.

With their combined efforts, the crafting process of the Death Knight was greatly accelerated.

A few days later, the last rune was activated.

The creation on the workbench, which was a fusion of Kevin's corpse and the remnants of his battle soul, suddenly shuddered, its eyes snapping open, and a deep, dark soul fire began to burn steadily.

It slowly stood up, its height approaching two meters.

Its skeleton was unusually thick and strong, exuding a chilling aura of death.

While not quite on par with a true Death Knight, it still possesses considerable intimidation power.

Lynn immediately used analysis on it:

[Target: Death Knight (Inferior)]

[Rank: lv1 (Standard) Peak]

[Composition: Death-affinity body (good foundation), combat remnant soul (obedience: high), simple reinforced skeleton, basic soul energy circuit]

【ability】:

Slash: A powerful attack using a standard weapon.

Undead Intimidation: Has a certain deterrent effect on low-level undead (lv0-lv1), weakening their combat power.

Resilience: High physical defense and strong resistance to low-level negative mental states.

[Potential: Medium (Limited by current materials and refiner level, maximum potential to reach level 2 Elite)]

...

"Reaching this level is already quite impressive!"

Field patted the Death Knight's hard arm, making a loud thud.

"It's perfect for you to use now. Once you're promoted to second or third-class apprentice and accumulate better materials, you can rework and upgrade it. It still has potential."

"It's a great tool for beginners, much better than those fragile skeletons that crumble at the slightest touch!"

Lynn looked at the silent Death Knight before him and nodded.

It's a pity that the level is too low; the Death Knight's signature moves, "Blood Strike" and "Death Grip," were not awakened.

Although it was only a low-end version, it was the first undead creature he had made by hand, which was already quite good.

Moreover, as Field said, it's sufficient for the current stage.