The Necromancer's Church Management Manual

Winter days are so short.

When Zain woke up, it was already getting dark.

He didn't wake up naturally; to be precise, he was woken up by noise.

He had his eyes closed and was listening to the noisy argument of the people around him.

"Adrian, didn't you make too much noise by letting the Swift Leopards in? You should have kept a low profile."

"Hmph, such weak lords, I can defeat them fair and square."

"Alright, Gar, let's end this argument here."

"Brother is absolutely right. If you had made a smaller noise, we wouldn't have attracted so many knights to attack us. If I hadn't intervened, Selena would have been hurt."

"Hmph! I haven't even mentioned you yet. When you threw your spear, it broke through the glass and almost pierced me!"

"Adrian, we must be discreet when executing plans, completing them efficiently with minimal cost. Otherwise, if we accidentally expose ourselves and attract a powerful enemy that we cannot handle, wouldn't that be terrible?"

......

Zane processed this information and realized that they were probably having a heated discussion about some details of the battle.

After he had processed all this information, he realized that the chaotic sounds had suddenly stopped.

An eerie silence filled the air.

This made Zane squint slightly in curiosity.

He saw a man, two women, and a skull standing by the bed, staring at him.

"You're awake?" They all grinned and shouted in unison when they saw Zain open his eyes.

Zain was terrified and cried.

The pain of being pierced not long ago erupted again at this moment. Even though Zane's wound had long since healed, the excruciating pain was exactly the same as when he was first injured.

"Brother, spare me!" he cried out in a hoarse voice, enduring the pain. At the same time, he dared not delay and immediately got up and knelt down.

"Very well, if you want to live, sign this slave contract." Gal didn't expect that Zane would become such a coward after almost dying. He shrugged and threw the prepared slave contract scroll in front of Zane.

Zane sat up shakily and unrolled the scroll. In the center was a mysterious and complex array. On the right, the column for the master was stained with a drop of blood, which meant that Andrew had confirmed the master's identity.

The remaining column on the left is for information on slave status.

As long as he pricks his finger and drips blood there, injecting magic to activate the magic circle, the slave contract is formed.

From now on, he'll be Andrew's dog.

Come to think of it, he was just as ruthless when he forced those girls of different races to sign this contract.

No, he was even more perverse than Andrew; he would whisper in the girl's ear, mocking her current miserable situation...

Thinking of this, he stared blankly around at Andrew's smirk, Lucia's disgust, and the indifference of others.

Zain felt as if he had been abandoned on a deserted island, alone and helpless.

So this is what they all felt when they were forced to sign slave contracts?

"What? You're too scared to sign again?" Andrew's voice echoed from the depths of his heart: "You piece of trash!"

He immediately looked at Andrew beside him in horror, who was still smiling, though he hadn't actually said a word.

It was all Zain's dead memories attacking him.

"Hahaha...hahahaha..."

Upon realizing this, the world before his eyes suddenly became distorted and blurred, and a sharp laugh came from his throat.

Despite it being a painful experience, Zain suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, causing the others to frown and take a few steps back.

His maniacal laughter expelled all the air from his lungs, but he continued to laugh, his entire body trembling violently.

Finally, as if aggravating the wound in his abdomen, he coughed up blood, turning the column for slaves on the left side of the scroll completely red.

Garr pulled the scroll of the slave contract from Zane's hand with a hint of disdain, muttering to himself, "That should do it, right?"

He began to infuse magic.

As magic surged in, the magic circle on the scroll emitted a pale white light. It began to operate, absorbing the blood on both sides of the scroll. Soon, the pale magic circle turned crimson.

Once no more magic could be injected, the crimson magic circle detached from the scroll and landed on the back of Zane's hand, forming a unique slave mark.

Gal also sensed that there was a very faint, thin line between himself and Zane.

He tried to pull the thin thread.

Instantly, the slave mark glowed red, and Zain, who had been laughing wildly, stopped abruptly, followed by a painful howl.

Zain felt all the strength in his body being instantly drained, and his flesh and blood suddenly contracted under the pull of the contract. His face contorted and he fell off the bed to the ground.

But he also came to his senses from the frenzy.

Garr immediately stopped controlling it, and couldn't help but think that the effect was quite good.

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The Black Gold Society's dimly lit room had no windows, only slivers of light filtering through the cracks in the door.

The furniture here is very simple, consisting of only a desk, a chair, and a bed, indicating that the owner is a poor person.

Several books on cooking and tea ceremony were neatly stacked on the desk, along with a small straw figure woven from thatch.

Judging from its messy appearance, the person who made it was not very skilled; you could even say it was a toy made by a child playing house.

pat-

Just then, the little grass man swayed up and down.

The bed, chairs, table, and even the books on the table remained unmoved, but the little straw figure seemed to come alive and began to move.

Immediately following was a violent tremor, and the little grass man vibrated and emitted a buzzing sound.

Claude appeared out of thin air and fell helplessly to the ground, blood gushing from the holes in his body.

"Cough cough—" At this moment, his face was pale, and he coughed up blood in pain before gasping for breath.

When the fireball struck, Cloud used the Substitute Doll's power to escape the fatal crisis.

Although he escaped the crisis, he was also taken to the world of the dead.

He wandered in that dark world for a long time before finally finding that single beam of light in the deep fog.

Thinking of this, he picked up the little straw figure on the table, hugged it to his chest, and his eyes revealed nostalgia and sorrow.

But he quickly struggled to his feet. He had no time to mourn. Since leaving the Netherworld, the wounds on his body had been tormenting his nerves, and the pain almost made him faint.

But he can't collapse now; he should go out immediately to find a priest to heal him... no, he should immediately inform the Melison boss that the plan has failed.

He leaned against the wall, his body trembling, blood dripping onto the floor as he moved. He struggled to the door and opened it.

He lived in a bungalow in the gray area, surrounded by almost entirely enclosed rooms without windows, but even such a dilapidated room was extremely expensive in the gray area.

Claude stared at the ceiling, his eyelids growing heavier. If it weren't for a strong will supporting him, he would have collapsed to the ground long ago.

He continued to walk forward with difficulty, holding onto the wall.

Finally, just as his eyes began to glaze over, a familiar figure came into view.

Claude was so relieved that he completely passed out.