This necromancer is going to seduce the beautiful girls who are already dead.

"My name is Anita, and it's nice to meet you too."

Abis wasn't uncomfortable at all by having an old man lecherously staring at him; his strong ability to resist awkwardness came in very handy at this moment.

With a sway of his waist, more alluring than the dancers in the tavern, he gave Bodil a flirtatious wink: "Senior Bodil, it's an honor to meet you here."

Bodil was initially worried that the Abyss would call him a hooligan, since necromancers come in all shapes and sizes, including some with short tempers. But the Abyss didn't show any anger at all, which already excited Bodil. Not to mention the seductive look in his eyes that followed, which was another unexpected surprise.

"Hehehe... The meeting is about to start, and we might have to separate for a while, but I think... we can talk again after the meeting..." Bodil's eyes became even more unrestrained, as if he wanted to bite her. "What does Miss Anita think?"

“Of course, it would be my honor to receive your guidance, senior.” Abyss nodded gently.

"Oh, by the way, Miss Anita is so beautiful, do you have a boyfriend or husband?" Bodil hesitated again at this point. Abyss was quite willing to seduce this lecherous man. Infiltrating the Council of the Dead was about extracting information from them and then figuring out how to eliminate the Lord of Delusion. With such an easier target than the others, why not take advantage of it?

Abyss chuckled softly, then coquettishly covered her mouth with her hand: "Senior Bodil, really. I do have a boyfriend, but does that mean it's wrong?"

"Uh..." Bodil hadn't expected Abyss's answer to be like this. Hearing this, he became even more excited, already feeling the guilt of stealing someone else's wife. "Of course! If you say it's okay, then it's okay!"

"Hehe... Senior Bodil is quite amusing." Abyss chuckled as he passed by Bodil. Before leaving, he had deliberately sprayed himself with a perfume made from alchemical herbs, creating a fragrant breeze. A warm, minty breath landed squarely on Bodil's face. "Well then... after the meeting... let's meet here again..."

……

"Oh my god! I can't take it anymore! The Abyss is too alluring!" Leona, who had been keeping a close eye on the Abyss's actions, groaned in the shared thought channel.

"Ahem... Abyss's acting is just too good..." Rebecca was both amused and exasperated.

Flora was speechless: "Where did he learn that from..."

“How wonderful…” Sophia was completely captivated. “We dark elves also have boys like that. This kind of charm is simply irresistible…”

"Sophia, you forgot to wipe your drool," Rebecca laughed.

"Huh? How did you know—oh, there really is!"

Chapter 303 The Heartthrob Abyss

The powers and responsibilities of the intermediate council are basically limited to some basic matters within the undead council, such as applications submitted by peripheral members, minor proposals made by intermediate councilors, and the allocation of manpower and slaves within the undead council.

The discussion took place around a large round table, with magic circles in front of everyone. By injecting magic into different nodes of the circles, people could express their opinions on a matter. In the center of the table was a projector that automatically tallied the votes. This design was somewhat similar to the automatic price counters they had seen at the Abyss trading post, and it was quite convenient.

All attending intermediate-level members of parliament can participate in the vote or choose to abstain. As long as the number of votes in favor exceeds the number of votes against, a resolution will be passed.

Abyss also attended the meeting. However, since nothing particularly noteworthy had happened at the Council of the Dead recently, most of the resolutions were trivial matters, and very few people chose to participate in the decision-making process. This didn't bother anyone much; it was just a routine meeting of the Intermediate Council, after which there would be gatherings for magical exchanges and social interactions.

"Hmm... Next topic." In the intermediate council, the most powerful member, who could be promoted to the senior council at any time, served as the moderator. He held a stack of papers and read aloud, "I believe everyone knows that Macon was expelled a few days ago for causing trouble at the exchange. Today, I want to introduce our new member... uh... Anita Decos... May I ask where this Miss Anita is? May she introduce herself to everyone?"

As soon as the host finished speaking, Abis gracefully stood up, gave everyone a charming look, and said, "Hello everyone, I am Anita Decos. It's a pleasure to meet you all, senior members of the Intermediate Council. I hope you will take good care of me in the future."

"Tch, you sly fox." Hollick sat below, increasingly annoyed by his apprentice's behavior so different from how he usually acted, and muttered under his breath.

"Hey, Hollick, isn't this your apprentice?" A councilor who recognized Hollick grinned lewdly. "She looks pretty good, nice figure, and quite attractive. I wonder if you, old man, have ever tasted her?"

“I find it disgusting.” Hollick glared at the other person fiercely.

"Oh dear, it's probably not you who's incapable," the senator laughed after being glared at by Hollick. "What are you pretending for? Do you think I don't know you're an old pervert?"

"You!" Hollick wanted to curse, but since they were in a meeting, he didn't dare to make a sound.

Aside from a few magic fanatics who were completely oblivious to Abyss's current stunning appearance, many male council members (including a few female ones) looked at her with rather fiery eyes. Although the Shadowfall was the territory of the Council of the Dead, where they could do as they pleased, it wasn't the mainland; it lacked much of the bustling city life and worldly concerns. A bewitching "necromancer" like Abyss was extremely rare.

"Well, Miss Anita... your research is a survey and compilation of the ecology of Shadow Demons. I hope you can bring your theories to the next meeting. Of course, it's not necessary. The council also supports you selling your research results at a certain price." The host looked at the paper in his hand and nodded. "Alright, you can sit down now. If anyone wants to talk to Miss Anita after the meeting, they can make an appointment with her now."

Abyss winked at everyone, lightly bit her lower lip with her pearly white teeth, and then sat down.

The Abyss was now wearing a modified mage's robe that accentuated his figure beautifully, and his makeup was just right, exuding a captivating blend of allure and innocence. His lip gloss, especially the magical potion on his lips, made him appear even more alluring. This immediately stirred the hearts of the mages in the Intermediate Council, who hadn't seen such a charming woman in a long time (although there were some beautiful women among the slaves, the Council of the Dead didn't train slaves skilled in pleasing the opposite sex).

……

"The Abyss knows so much... Damn it, why am I completely clueless about dressing up!" Leona complained to the other girls in the shared mind. "And I don't even know how to strike such an embarrassing pose... Don't you guys think it's difficult?"

“Do you want me to teach you?” Agnes said.

“…But Agnes, you don’t know how either,” Flora muttered weakly.

“No wonder Abyss put so much effort into dressing up when he went out today, and even sought help from a professional stylist in the City of Eternal Night,” Sophia said with sudden realization. “He looks so alluring right now. I wish he would do the same for me in the future.”

“Sophia, you forgot to adjust your channel. The Abyss can hear you now too,” Rebecca reminded her with a smile.

"Ouch!"

……

Abis heard Sophia's words, but he wasn't embarrassed and didn't care what Sophia said. He simply remembered it as one of Sophia's wishes and even planned to give her a private performance sometime in the future.

The meeting was already drawing to a close when the host introduced Abyss, and it ended quickly.

Several bolder people came to Abyss earlier wanting to schedule a talk with him. He didn't agree to everyone's invitation, only accepting a few people's requests. However, he didn't completely reject the others either, but instead gave them a signal that "there might be another opportunity next time."

Now is a golden opportunity to infiltrate the Council of the Dead, but the Abyss won't expand its influence too quickly; that wouldn't be safe. A long-term strategy is needed to catch the big fish.

After the meeting, Abyss first went to the meeting place he had arranged with the necromancer named Bodil.

Bodil seemed quite enthusiastic; when Abyss arrived at the agreed-upon location, Bodil had already been waiting there for quite some time. His eyes lit up when he saw Abyss, and he immediately went to greet him. Those around them looked on with envy at this guy who had managed to get a date with the beautiful woman first, which filled Bodil's face with pride.

"Hehehe... Miss Anita, you truly keep your word! I originally thought that with your popularity, you might not keep an appointment with an ordinary middle-aged man like me." Bodil approached solicitously. "Shall we find a quiet place to talk?"

Abis narrowed his eyes, smiled at Bodil, and said, "Mr. Bodil, you have handsome features and an outstanding temperament. How could I possibly stand you up? Let's find a place to talk properly. I can't wait to have a private chat with you, Mr. Bodil."

Chapter 304 Bellator, the Prankster

She's so beautiful, so cute, so charming.

These thoughts filled Bodil's mind as he flew with the Abyss.

He didn't know what was wrong with him; the woman beside him seemed to possess a bewitching charm that he couldn't resist.

The fragrant breeze surrounding her, the graceful movements she exuded, and her occasional alluring glances all made Bodil's heart flutter wildly.

I haven't felt this kind of love in so many years.

“We’re here. This is the forest. My home is right here… Hehe… Shall we go inside and talk?” Bodil slowed down above a forest and pointed to a pile of rocks below. “With such an elegant woman as Anita with me, I’m sure our conversation will be very pleasant.”

“I think so too. I’m so lucky to have met such a gentleman as Mr. Bodil today.” Abyss smiled as he descended with Bodil.

Bodil was completely flattered by Abyss's praise. He had never heard a woman praise him as a gentleman before, let alone one who had complimented him: "Ah... Miss Anita is so eloquent."

“No, I genuinely feel that you are a very gentlemanly person, Mr. Bodil. You know that Macon who was expelled from the Intermediate Council before? He even harassed me at the exchange. Many men are so eager when they see me, it's annoying, but you are different from them.” Abyss “casually” touched the back of Bodil’s hand with the back of his hand. “You are special.”

These words struck a chord with Bodil, who immediately straightened his back and said solemnly, "I may not have many other merits, but I do respect women. You can rest assured when you're with me."

“Hehe, I’ve trusted Mr. Bodil from the very beginning,” Abis chuckled, covering his mouth.

……

"Where did Abyss learn this move?" Leona commented in the shared thought. "I've seen some aristocratic socialites use this move often."

"He learns a little bit of everything from the Abyss. Maybe some lady from the City of Eternal Night taught him this?" Flora's tone even sounded a little wistful. "If only I could... Ah, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have thought that way."

"Flora's trying to get more of the Abyss's attention, isn't she?" Rebecca said with a smile. "Flora's been quietly helping everyone lately, is she worried that the Abyss is ignoring her? You're absolutely right to think that way."

“Um…I…I also want Abyss to see me more!” Flora suddenly mustered her courage and said.

“I can help,” Agnes said succinctly.

“Yes, the Abyss has already granted our wishes. What is Flora’s wish?” Leona, who was closest to Flora, offered her advice. “Once the Abyss’s mission is over, I think it should grant Flora’s wish, since she was the first person the Abyss ever met.”

"I...I don't want to say yet..." Flora suddenly became shy after being asked by Leona and backed down.

“It’s not a big deal for a young girl to have one or two secrets, but Flora, sometimes you need to take the initiative,” Rebecca advised.

Sofia wholeheartedly agreed: "Yes, some opportunities will slip away if you don't take the initiative."

"Hmm... I understand." Flora seemed thoughtful, but after a moment she became hesitant again. She hurriedly changed the subject, "Oh, right, why don't we think about what would happen if those necromancers discovered that the Abyss was actually a boy?"

The girls all laughed. Abyss was now incredibly convincing as a woman, even more alluring than many women. If the necromancers knew that the stunningly beautiful woman who had captivated them was actually a man, their expressions would be priceless.

“However, based on what I know in aristocratic circles, some people might be even happier. It’s true, there are plenty of beautiful women in the world, but very few who look like beautiful women, feel like beautiful women, have the temperament of beautiful women, and are actually young men…” Leona suddenly said at this moment.

"Then...then let's not expect the Abyss to be discovered..." Flora was immediately shocked by the fancy ways the noble circles were playing.

……

Abis has already entered Bodil's residence.

Although Bodil is a mid-level councilor and a very powerful mage, he doesn't currently have any apprentices. He did have one apprentice, but a few years ago, the apprentice got into trouble and was killed. After all, mages from the outer realms are not protected by the Council of the Dead's rule against private duels.

Now, there is no one else in Bodil's house except him and Abys.

Looking at the beautiful woman who was alone with him, Bodil felt his mouth go dry.

"Is this Mr. Bodil's house? It's very tidy." Abis also praised Bodil at the right time.

“Of course…because I’m a gentleman…” Bodil said with a stiff smile, blocking one wall of the room with his body. On the wall were shelves filled with jars containing his collection of slave heads, a hobby he didn’t want Abyss to know.

"Hehe, it's really interesting talking to Mr. Bodil." Abis smiled and moved closer to Bodil, his fragrance filling Bodil's nostrils.

The perfume he wore was formulated under the guidance of a professional. It had no magical properties, but the scent was incredibly intoxicating. Bodil was so taken aback by his sudden close approach that he froze, and for a moment his mind went blank.

"me……"

“We can start with some casual conversation… Mr. Bodil, could you tell me about the major events that have happened in the council recently? I just advanced from a peripheral mage and don’t know anything yet.” Abyss took advantage of Bodil’s momentary lapse in attention to begin extracting information from him. “Is there anything important worth discussing?”

"Ah... let's find a place to sit... I'll brew you some tea..."

"Hmm... Let's find a place to sit... Sure, I love sitting on a soft bed. Mr. Bodil's bedroom, may I come in?"

"Bedroom...bedroom! Oh, sure! Of course! That room, please make yourself at home, I'll go make some tea!" Bodil was indeed a master, but he was also an old bachelor who had hardly ever seen a beautiful woman in his life. He was completely overwhelmed by Abyss's barrage of questions. "I know quite a bit about recent events...yes, the Council of the Dead seems to have recently reached a cooperation agreement with a particularly powerful expert...I'll tell you about it right away..."

Chapter 305 The Necromancer's Partner

Abyss's offensive was relentless and overwhelming, leaving the virgin Bodil momentarily defenseless. He instinctively chose to trust Abyss, letting him enter his bedroom alone before hastily preparing tea.

Abyss listened to the sounds of Bodil bustling about in his kitchen while sensing the magical fluctuations in Bodil's residence.

Bodil lived alone, without slaves to attend to his needs, making his dwelling feel empty and lifeless. However, he was not careless; he had placed many undead insects around his residence as surveillance tools—a method quite popular among the necromancers of the Council of the Dead.

The Abyss easily bypassed the undead insects' surveillance of him, transmitting a false image to them. If Bodil were to view the room from the insects' perspective using his necromancy, he would only see Anita sitting gracefully on the bed.