Chapter 3: Return to the Burial Ground
Chapter 3 Returning to the Burying Ground
Looking up at the twin moons in the sky, Heine had the feeling of being in a different world.
In just a few minutes in the cellar, his mindset and perception had already undergone a sea change.
The original specific obsessions-what to do in the future, what to eat tonight, what to do next-were not even half a dregs left in the face of a more magical reality.
He took a deep breath and thought carefully about the effect the two skeletons had on him.
Thinking on the bad side, he was afraid that he wouldn’t even be able to sleep soundly in the future.
On the bright side, the two traveler skeleton soldiers were also considered potential stocks, right? At least in terms of learning ability, they were definitely superior to other dumb and silly things.
Of course the biggest gain is that he can finally return to the burial ground.
And this time it wasn’t to sell buns.
He had finished learning all the basics, and the subsequent ones were all based on the advancement on the premise that he had summoned a wandering spirit, and now he had finally stepped over that hurdle as well.
It was time to return to the burial ground to follow-
“Gold and Red Twin Moon? Amazing, we shouldn’t have traveled into the game, right?”
“Really ugh, this double moon, this group of stars, and this big leaf beech tree around ……”
Boom!
It was as if a thunderbolt had exploded above Heine’s head!
Numb!
One is numb!
The sanity he had managed to cobble together was once again burned to ashes, and he could barely stand!
Can these magical unfoldings ever slow down!
He’d spent three years in this world and was convinced that this was a real otherworldly world, so he was the only one in a fantasy adventure, and everyone else had played games before crossing over, right?
The two skeletons had already begun to discuss the differences between the scenes and the game modeling, and Heine’s teeth were chattering with acid.
Worried that he would show his cowardice, he simply commanded the two skeletons to fetch water from the well.
Soon, he realized that this their movements were silkier than any undead creature he had ever seen.
Perhaps it had something to do with the silver, rather than the ghostly green fire that pulsed within their cranial cavities; they moved like normal people, not falling flat on their faces, tripping over each other, yanking buckets up before the water had been drawn to the brim, or froze and spun the noose until the wooden handle snapped.
They’re like bionic humans loaded with advanced AI, intelligent enough to save people’s lives and frighten them.
The two communicated as they fetched water.
Catch the Goat: “Honorable Uncrowned King of the Sewers, doesn’t this well look a bit familiar to you as well?”
“You don’t say, I’ve actually seen this one before, the wells in the mountains of Makara are all in this style, the entrances to the Shadow Footsteps are all dead wells, I’m familiar with it as a thief.”
“So we’ve traveled to a nostalgia suit? The name McCalla sounds so strange, when I entered the pit it was the Scorched Valley.”
“Right, this place was washed by railguns not long after the opening of the service, bad, we’re not going to be shelled just after crossing over, are we? What time is it now?”
“Good question, I don’t know yet.”
Heine giggled inwardly.
He looked up at the sky, afraid that holy light would fall from the sky in the next second.
“Come to the house as soon as you’ve fetched water and clean the rooms on the first floor, starting at the far end, with the tools I’ll place in the doorway position.”
He meticulously assigned tasks as he walked back into the house.
Sweeping his eyes over the “clean” house, he wondered what he could do to make the other man notice the time without realizing it.
And they couldn’t read.
Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and flipped out a copy of the Ebony Town Journal he’d bought on his return, which had an accompanying picture that took up an entire page.
OBITUARY: George Walker Severn, Sr. Viscount, died today at the age of 65.
That traveler would have remembered this …… if he was actually familiar with the plot, right?
A dead horse is a dead horse!
He turned the paper over to this side and threw it on the cupboard against which his tools were leaning, but blocked the old Viscount’s face with a rag.
This done, he sat down on the sofa and observed quietly as if he were reading a book.
He was still trying to ascertain whether the other man’s actions could be carried out beyond command.
A dozen seconds later, two skeletons came in, one after the other, carrying buckets of water, and when they fetched their tools, they did see the newspaper.
“Sheepy Sheepy, can you move the rag off the newspaper? I think I see a familiar face!”
“What are you thinking, we are now in assist mode, we can’t do actions other than commands.”
“No, do Skeleton Soldiers also have an assist mode? I thought only high-level summons have it, oh no, to be reasonable we are considered high-level summons, right?”
“I can’t say …… I advise you to be peaceful, don’t reveal that you have your own ideas, you’ll be thwarted into bone dust and taken to plant trees.”
“Alas I have an idea!”
Mr. Xia, who was walking behind, suddenly accelerated slightly and bumped the skeleton in front of him, who stumbled and flopped on the cabinet just in time to push away the rag.
Catching the goat laughed and scolded, “Really have you ah, this method all you can think of, see?”
“It’s the seventh master right, I went to his tomb to steal something, familiar.”
“The seventh master what the hell?”
“Luckily you still watch Ultraman, SEVEN! SEVEN!”
“Really have your …… Then what?”
“The burial ground is the ground that was plowed by the railgun the night he died, the rest of the place is going to be half a month later, I just don’t know what day of the week this newspaper is from.”
Heine’s heart fluttered, and he immediately pretended to be alarmed by the rattling and came to the door to see what was going on. “What’s the situation?”
He muttered as he walked over to the cabinet and picked up the newspaper in surprise.
“So here it is, it gave me a good search …… Geez, old Severn actually passed away, and I’m just half a day too late to see the last of him.”
Heine muttered to himself in mock regret.
Mr. Xia: “Sounds like today, that’s too bad.”
“Pity how?”
“The Viscount’s tomb is sealed, you can’t get in with an unlock below 50. He also doesn’t look like he’ll be going to the Burial Ground, which means that the two most crucial tomb raiding quests in the early stages have been missed, damn it’s a bloody loss.”
“Then what can we do, who let us be skeletons.”
“Hey ……”
Hearing this, Heine had an idea in her heart.
Must return to the burial ground, if it is too late to warn the police, at least can be the “first witness” identity to inform the mayor of this matter.
The opportunity was at hand!
He shook his fist.
But before he could do that, he needed to be prepared.
The cleaning of the two skeletons didn’t go on for long before he heard the movement of the set of carriages from outside.
Teacher Xia froze, “What’s the situation, he’s not going to go out to hunt wild beasts at this hour, is he? Beasts at night are additive.”
“Probably going to town to buy something, this house has obviously been emptied, nothing left.”
“Possibly.”
Soon, the two men’s speculations were confirmed.
“You guys drop what you’re doing and come out first!”
The two skeletons stepped out of the room and saw two daggers, a sword, half a set of leather armor, half a set of upper body armor and two black cloaks on the floor.
The leather armor was Heine’s own, at the academy he had to go out and hunt boar, and the only butcher in the Burial Ground was Old Hunter, hell if his meat was cemetery-produced.
The sword and scrap-iron like armor came from the original owner’s father, and the cloaks were his from the Burying Ground.
“You take this.”
Heine pointed out the dagger and leather armor on the ground to Teacher Xia, who remembered that the other party had introduced himself as a level 44 Wanderer.
He had little concept of levels, and the strongest Transcendent he had ever seen was Headmaster Gare.
Although the latter hadn’t summoned undead, he had once nailed a speeding boar to a tree with a row of bone spikes in a shocking scene.
The students called him “Master”.
The two men muttered as they put on their equipment.
“How did he know that my big number is a thief?”
“Coincidence, after all, with just this much rags, there’s no way he could have known that my big number is a knight ah.”
“Brother Goat, do you think he will be able to hear our conversation? If we can understand him, can’t he also understand Chinese?”
“Unless he’s also a traveler, he’s already been argued to death. I’d still suggest acting stupid, lest we be taken to the bone thwarting powder.”
“Fair enough.”
So Mr. Natsu stuck his arm out of the collar of his leather armor and stood frozen.
It was too revealing to wear a good leather armor as a strapless dress.
Heine sighed and stepped forward to help correct it.
“If only you guys were smarter.” He grunted.
Mr. Summer, “Look Goat, ……”
“Don’t listen to him, he’d be scared instead if you were too smart.”
“I get that one, the Pleasant Valley effect right?”
“Then why don’t you call it the Valley of Terror!”
“Haha ……”
Heine almost laughed out loud as well, but it was a good thing he kept a smile on his face and didn’t have to hold it back so hard.
Armed, two skeletons majestic, under the hood can be vaguely seen jumping silver ghost fire, black robes are raised by the breeze from time to time, revealing the following Mori Mori white bones, a murderous atmosphere comes to the face.
“Good!”
Heine couldn’t help but marvel.
He clenched his fist and swung it, sighing to the sky:
“I’ve summoned my own skeleton as well, I’m no longer the shame of the Buried Bone Land!
“So what if I’m expelled, I’m coming back!!!”
He finished venting and waved to the two, as if greeting his two assistants.
“Get in the car and let’s return to the burial ground!”
(End of chapter)