"Have we got any clues about it... Is there really nothing here except undead?"
Jenkins looked at his feet worriedly. Human skeletons stood in the snow, but they no longer moved.
"I think so."
Miss Bevanna nodded, then pushed open the door of the cabin to let Jenkins in.
The indoors and the outdoors seem to be two different worlds. The temperature inside the house is extremely high and the lights are bright, completely different from the foggy and snowy evening outside.
There is no furniture in the hut, only a hanging coffin is firmly tied by a chain hanging from above.
The coffin has a metallic yellow color, but it is unknown whether it is made of copper or an alloy. Complicated patterns extend upwards from the bottom of the coffin, and on the side of the coffin, there are scenes of countless hands stretching towards the sky. But there is no pattern on the coffin cover, only the solitary resurrection cross is branded there.
The direction of the resurrection cross is exactly opposite to the front and back of the coffin, so placed, in some terrible rituals, it means the opposite of "resurrection", "resurrection of the dead".
The closer you get to the coffin, the stronger the cold feeling. Jenkins took a few steps forward, then backed away, and watched it by the wall with Miss Bevanna.
"Is this a monster?"
Standing by the wall, Jenkins asked, now as long as he looked at the coffin, he felt an urge to lift it and lie down in it. This impulse mixed with the fear of death formed a contradictory and tangled feeling.
"Yes, A-12-2-0322, necromancer coffin. Any living creature will die immediately after lying in it, and will be transformed into an undead creature in a short time. At the same time, as long as it is in any In the environment of the garden], it can slowly transform the corpse, and provide more powerful soul fragments for the resurrected undead creatures. If there is no such thing today, there will not be such a large casualty in this battle."
This is another weird thing controlled by the sword-bearer of the skeleton sword. Thinking about it carefully, he has too many weird things. But Ms. Bevanna thinks this is normal. The skull sword itself has the characteristic of searching for [undead], and it has an extraordinary perception of this special item.
The creation of this characteristic is not to strengthen the sword holder, but to strengthen oneself according to the absorption characteristics of similar items. It is generally believed that there are at least 19 special items fused with the skull sword itself, and this number is the most conservative estimate.
While the two were talking, Mr. Davis Weiss, the demigod of the Church of Death and the End, also opened the door and walked in. He wasn't carrying the coffin this time, which Jenkins believed was to protect against A-12-2-0322.
The middle-aged man nodded to Jenkins and Miss Bevanna as a greeting, and then asked:
"According to the signed agreement, this thing will be contained by us and [Starry Sky and Balance Church]. Do you have any ideas? If not, we can put it in the well outside the city."
Jenkins thought that this involved a sensitive topic, but Miss Bevanna didn't let him leave temporarily, and he could only lean against the wall carefully, hoping to reduce his sense of existence.
"Isn't there another very dangerous thing in that well?"
Miss Bevanna shook her head, stared at the coffin locked by chains, and suggested:
"The evergreen forest outside the city should be more suitable. The abundant natural spirit there can fully suppress the characteristics of this strange thing. Moreover, I think the skeleton sword will never want to be hostile to us in that kind of place."
"Well, you're quite right."
The middle-aged man shrugged, took out a small black bottle from his pocket and handed it to Miss Bevanna. The bottle was so beautiful that Jenkins thought it was most likely made of jade:
"The water of the Styx for ten people, the initial compensation for this operation. I'm sorry, Bevanna."
"If you really want to apologize, then you should find out the culprit of this incident as soon as possible."
"I am really sorry."
Mr. Davis repeated again, and then looked behind Jenkins who was pretending to be teasing the cat:
"Thank you very much, Mr. Williams. If you didn't help with the treatment this time, I think the casualties would be even greater."
"Oh, it's nothing. I was worried that the power of life would react with the body of the gravekeeper. Now it's good to be able to save most of them. The sage taught us..."
He recited a large section of religious scriptures long-windedly, the general meaning is to help others.
"Even though we touch death, we are still alive, you don't have to worry about that. Don't be surprised to find out that you also have the power of death, it's obvious. I appreciate your kind of..."
"Ahem."
Miss Bevanna had to raise her voice to prevent the pagan in front of her from saying any inappropriate words.
There are still some terrifying undead corpses piled up on the periphery of the gravekeeper's hut. These undead are terrible guys who have been fighting with demigods for a long time. Although they were all resuscitated from human bones, they couldn't see a human form at all.
Even until his death, he still retains the terrifying ability of mental pollution. Miss Bevanna thinks that they have touched the most original ability of the skeleton sword, so they have such strength.
Because chocolate hated these things, Jenkins didn't stop by the cabin much. From a distance, I saw Miss Audrey and her friend Miss Broniones, calling him over at the edge of the cemetery. After saying hello to Miss Bevanna, they turned and left, while the demigods watched the young man leave and continued their conversation.
"Does he have the ability to [contact death]?"
asked Mr Davis.
"what do you want to do?"
Women are wary.
"Just asking, you know, I've always liked these talented young people."
"But he is a disciple of the sage."
"I understand... It's been a long time since I saw a young man at this age who has been exposed to the mystery of death. What a pity."
Miss Audrey knew that he was pitying that Jenkins was not a believer in death. But the gods have already made arrangements, and everyone knows this.
"Speaking of which, are you training a new Keeper of Secrets? I noticed that he is not only talented, but is also often arranged to appear on important occasions."
"Please don't inquire about the internal affairs of the Church of the Sages."
Miss Bevanna warned.
"Oh well."
The middle-aged man made fun of himself, turned and opened the door to enter the cabin again:
"Now, let us think about how we should transport this coffin away."