Mystery: Death Singer

"You're right." Freya nodded slightly, then changed the subject, "But this is only a necessary understanding. There are so many gentlemen and ladies who want to join, I can't possibly involve everyone."

"And you don't need to talk about your extraordinary abilities. Just talk about some less secretive occult knowledge in the necromancy field so that I can get a general idea of ​​your level."

"You should know that the castle has already been infested with zombies, skeletons, and ghosts, but the subsequent exploration may not only reveal these three types of monsters from the undead realm. For my safety, and for your own safety, this is a necessary step."

Edric sat up straight, as if acknowledging Freya's reasoning, and said in a calm tone:

"If you leave those undead, skeletons, and shadows to me, I will use 'Corpse Bone Flower Hydrosol,' a perfume from the necromantic realm that strongly attracts certain low-intelligence creatures within it, causing them to emerge from their hiding places in dark corners and expose themselves to our blades without any defense."

"That sounds really great." Freya nodded subconsciously, recalling the zombie that had ambushed her from the shadows.

Seeing that the other party was already somewhat interested, Edric calmly continued to add:

"In addition, I can easily manipulate those shadows, making them our eyes to explore places we haven't explored before, which can greatly help us avoid danger."

Hearing this, Freya's heart skipped a beat, and she tentatively asked, "Are you the 'Corpse Collector'?"

“Of course.” Edric raised his right hand, revealing his unusually pale skin to the other person’s eyes. “To be specific, it’s Sequence Eight, ‘Gravedigger,’ of the ‘Corpse Collector’ pathway, madam.”

"Believe me, I am far stronger than other Sequence 8 Beyonders when facing undead creatures."

Freya was no ordinary wild Extraordinary; she was well aware of the terrifying suppressive power that Extraordinary beings of the "Corpse Collector" pathway had over undead creatures. Although she hadn't revealed it yet, she already had a tendency towards it.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Edric got up and left the room, handing his seat to several other gentlemen and ladies who were also interested in the matter.

This wasn't arrogance leading to a sudden burst of champagne; rather, Edric clearly understood the capabilities of this woman still seeking the "Barbarian" formula. Even if there were mid-sequence extraordinary individuals among the others, would she dare to choose them? And among low-sequence individuals, what path could one take to be more professional than a "corpse collector" in the realm of necromancy?

Sure enough, a little over ten minutes later, Freya invited Edric into the small room again. Before he could even sit down, she took out a strange piece of paper.

The paper was orange, with a blank rectangle outlined by symbols and magical symbols corresponding to the sun. Just the fact that it was handed to Edric made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Madam, you wouldn't want a 'corpse collector' to sign a contract for the 'Sun' domain, would you?"

Freya's face stiffened. She didn't detect any lie in Edric's words, but rather an undisguised and intense rejection.

Not wanting to miss out on such a powerful ally, she lowered her stance and explained softly:

"This was a mistake, Mr. Zombie, but I only have this kind of contract that contains the power of the 'Notary,' and it only has the function of confidentiality. Please rest assured, I can guarantee that as long as you do not violate the contract, you will not be affected in any way."

"If you are still not at ease, I can also ask Mr. Baron to be a witness. He is a noble vampire and will not allow any incidents that may affect his reputation to occur at the gathering."

Vampires? No wonder this gathering had an inexplicably strange feel to it… Edric raised an eyebrow, and seeing the weapon lady's cooperation, he relented:

"No, I mean, we need to pay more."

"Huh?" Freya didn't react for a moment, but she quickly chuckled softly, "No problem, Mr. Zombie. To make up for your discomfort, I'm willing to make a small concession during the final distribution."

"You are indeed a generous lady."

Edric smiled and placed his palm on the empty area, speaking under the strange gaze of the Weapon Lady:

"I promise I won't go any further from..."

He suddenly stopped and turned his gaze to the weapon lady sitting opposite him, only to realize that he didn't even know her code name, only the label he had put on her.

Seeing Edric, who knew how to use the "notarized document" without her guidance, Freya felt a mix of emotions. She realized she had fallen for his trick, but she still smiled calmly when he looked at her and said, "Freya."

"I promise I won't tell anyone what I learn from Miss Freya next."

As Edric uttered word after word, the symbols and magical signs around the notarized document lit up one by one, radiating a bright and warm light that made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

When the light had become so intense that Edric felt it burning, it finally formed a stamp-like image, pressed onto his palm, and passed through it, covering the blank area.

Edric pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted, feeling a subtle but invisible connection between himself and the notarized document.

He knew that if he chose to break the contract, the price he would have to pay would be much higher than that of extraordinary individuals who followed other paths.

Taking the notarized document from Edric, Freya checked the time on her pocket watch and said in a slightly faster voice:

"Mr. Zombie, I must first explain that we have another teammate on this mission. She is a Sequence 8 'Archaeologist' of the 'Generalist' pathway, and she has a lot of taboo knowledge related to ruins. This is one of the keys to the success of the exploration."

"I see."

Edric nodded, knowing that this was an extraordinary method mastered by the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, one of the three major churches.

But potion recipes are something everyone knows, and there will always be some channels for accidental leaks or disclosures. Not every "generalist" is an official extraordinary.

Leaving aside the distant past, among those pirate groups are countless "sailors." Among them, there may be two-faced individuals like Alger the Hanged Man, but the vast majority are genuine wild extraordinary beings who are not controlled by the Church of Storms at all.

There may be some reason why the "Church of Storms" deliberately indulged themselves to expand their influence and control over the entire sea, but the fact that those "sailors" were all wild extraordinary beings is also an undeniable fact.