The model of the semi-elf in front of him had its slender green hair immediately turn jet black. This time, Motan was satisfied.
[Character creation complete, Tan Mo of neutral chaos, welcome to the Land of Innocence.]
Control of his body was restored, familiar like déjà vu, but this time both the surrounding environment and Motan's own mentality were completely different.
Opening his eyes, he found himself on a common small town street. The people passing by were not too many, mostly tillers with hoes on their shoulders or hunters in simple gear. There was a wide variety of races, dwarfs, halflings, trolls, lizardmen, etc. that Motan recognized or did not recognize, yet they all seemed to be in harmony.
"Tsk, tsk, compared to the reality where different skin colors can be a reason for an attack, this is truly a simple and naive world~" Motan mumbled to himself as he ambled slowly around, "Although it seems troubles will arrive soon..."
The reason he said this was because he saw the guidance task assigned by the system.
[—Stop the Bone Plague outbreak caused by the Undead Mage Medi in Maple Town]
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like a normal beginner's guide task...
But Motan didn't care, on the contrary, he was quite happy~
"Hey! Buddy!" He suddenly greeted a human male who was picking up some kind of red vegetable. He smiled and asked, "Can I take up a bit of your time?"
The other person looked at Motan with some confusion, "Who are you?"
"A travelling bard, from a place far away." Motan naturally spun some nonsense. His tone suddenly became a bit somber, "Of course, before I started roaming, I too had a settled place to call home, a warm place called home...until...oh, Ali, why did it have to be you..."
He sighed quietly and stopped talking, then apologized to the clearly bewildered middle-aged man with a bitter smile: "Sorry, I always tend to remember those things..."
"No, buddy, I should be the one apologizing." The other person sighed with an expression of 'this uncle also has a past', "So, what can I do for you?"
Motan said quietly, "I heard that we have a mage in Maple Town. If possible, I'd like to chat with him. As a bard, there are times when inspiration runs dry, and children will eventually get tired of hearing stories about dragons and knights, so..."
"A mage?" The middle-aged man frowned and hesitated, "In our Maple Town?"
"That's what I heard." Motan's expression didn't change.
Perhaps because his acting skills were so rich and his performances so exquisite, or perhaps because of his high initial charm of 8 points, this human uncle who was originally in a hurry to buy vegetables and go home was quite concerned. He stroked his chin, mumbling thoughtfully, "I really don't remember there being a mage in town..."
"Oh yes!" Motan slapped his forehead, "I remember, his name is...Medi?"
"Mr. Medi?" The man gasped, "He lives on the outskirts of the town, a gentle old man who occasionally comes here to buy necessities...he...he's a mage?"
Motan blinked, "Where does he live?"
"The two-story wooden house to the east of the town. He...Huh? Where did he go?" The uncle had just handed two copper coins to the shopkeeper, but when he turned his head, the young man with a story had disappeared.
...
Medi. Leven was using a quill pen to sketch something on a crumpled piece of parchment. He appeared focused and serious. Two minutes later, the old man sighed deeply, stretched out, and turned to smile, "Sorry to keep you waiting."
Motan, who had been leaning against the door for a while, shook his head, "I haven't been here long, and besides, watching you work on this futile task is not boring."
"Futile task?" Medi chuckled, "Do you think I was copying notes? Young man."
Motan walked into the room without any guard, and after standing in front of Medi, he lifted a finger and wagged it, "Because you haven't heard of the deductive method, so I won't bother to explain too much. In short, I concluded from some of your characteristics and the arrangement of your room that your wife probably died of illness a few years ago. I also walked around near the decorative tombstone in your backyard and found out that there's nothing underneath it. In addition,..."
"In addition to what?" Medi's eyes gradually cooled, casually stroking his ring.
"In addition, I felt a breath of death before I even stepped into the room." Motan sat down in Medi's chair, propped up his leg, and said, "This proves that you are preparing an unthinkable resurrection ritual."
He lied about this one. With Motan's current strength, he couldn't even feel a fart. The so-called 'breath of death' was completely imagined from the guidance task.
But Medi didn't know...
Ever since he became a Necromancer three months after his beloved wife died seven years ago, it was the first time anyone had openly revealed his identity!
[Medi. Leven]
Race: Human (NPC)
Gender: Male
Level: Bone Controller Level 9, Priest Level 11
Faction: Neutral Chaos
Attributes: Strength 10, Dexterity 3, Wisdom 41, Constitution 15
Combat Attributes: Necromancy Level 7, Holy Light School Level 15, Arcane School Level 10