A flame of Soul Fire slipped into Count Feiwo's body. His body stiffened abruptly, convulsed violently for a while, and then gradually calmed down. The flame had fused with his body.
"Does... it work like that?" the members of the Lain family asked in disbelief.
"And why not?" Negris responded dismissively. "It's not a difficult matter in the first place, you've just hired some mediocre help, making things more complicated."
After speaking, Negris began to usher them out. "Out you go. We need to perform a secret technique to hasten the Undead Sacrifice. Otherwise, the process will take seven to eight days, and that's just too slow."
He shooed them all out, and as each of them was leaving, Durken marked them with an imprint, smiling as he added, "A little curse. If you utter words that should not be spoken, it will activate and turn you into vile corpses, with your souls forever trapped inside."
