Former Chairman of the Mage Association?
This identity secretly surprised Leon, so this one, in his lifetime, was a mage of the eighth order or higher? An existence of this kind of rank had actually fallen to such a state.
But Helan actually wasn't in Lech City, this wasn't good news.
Damn it, Leon felt like he had lost some of his sense of security again.
The bone rat said, "Kid, don't freeze, I'm not in a good position right now, pour me a glass of wine."
Leon naturally obediently did as he was told, and then, the Bone Rat jumped into the glass of wine in one go, and
"Puff--"
"Shu Tan ..."
The clear beer in the glass bubbled, and the bone rat very humanely rested its two paws on the mouth of the glass, as if it was soaking in a hot spring.
"If you're here to find Hurlan about something, then come back another time, and if you run into some kind of problem in the learning process, looking for me might help you out as well."
This one's seniority was frighteningly high.
Leon's eyes lit up, and he immediately put forward a vision of his own.
"Oh? You're saying that you'll split your own soul into the Necromantic Creation, completely turning the Necromantic Creation into your own doppelganger?" The bone rat was quite surprised, "Theoretically it should be feasible, but ... you kid is really a crazy person, splitting one's own soul, thanks for coming up with such a crazy idea."
Leon knew that his current self would definitely be asking for death if he dared to do so, but if he waited until later, it would be hard to say. With the enhancement of the Spirit Panel, it wasn't impossible to split a part of his soul.
After leaving Dark Mumble, Leon went to the cemetery again, took care of the widowed old John, and by the way, commanded the residents in the cemetery to have another concert.
However, old John looked a bit worried, as if something was bothering him.
"Has anything happened lately?" Leon asked.
"Yes, Young Master Leon, something strange happened in the cemetery recently." For Leon, Old John didn't dare to hide anything.
"Let me think about it ... Well, about just a week ago, I was lying on a wicker chair looking at the starry sky as usual.
But suddenly, I heard some strange sounds, like there was some kind of musical instrument, and the sound came from the inside of the cemetery.
I was ... actually not so scared, after all, I have already seen those extraordinary means of you, young master Leon, and I was wondering if this matter was related to you. So ... I went straight over to see it."
"What did you see?"
"A female ghost."
"Huh?" Leon was a little startled.
"A white female ghost." Old John emphasized, "She looked back at me and disappeared."
What kind of thing is that? Leon was a little puzzled.
"I still think about it now, or my scalp is numb, will she have cursed me, and in a few days I will die ..." Old John was worried.
"Has she only appeared once?"
"No, almost every night that musical sound comes on, and I haven't slept well these last few nights, but I don't dare go to her again." Old John's face was indeed much more haggard than when we first met.
Old John was a common man, and Leon knew that he could not get anything out of him by questioning him further, so Leon decided to stay tonight and see for himself.
He already had a vague guess in his mind.
Old John was flattered and went to the grocery store to buy high-grade ingredients that he usually couldn't afford to buy, and personally prepared dinner for Leon in the kitchen.
Leon unexpectedly realized that Old John's handiwork was actually quite good.
"Usually there's nothing to do, so I like to delve into this myself." Old John scratched his head in embarrassment.
Nightfall.
Leon lay on the worn out rattan chair, enjoying the cozy evening breeze. The stars in the sky were hidden amongst the clouds, and the silvery moonlight sprinkled on a grave, quiet and solemn.
"My dear Eunice-
You were brutally murdered by a mob.
Eyes refined into spells.
Bones refined into daggers.
The heart was placed on the foul scales.
Your body is rotten.
There is no place for your soul.
Oh, my poor Unas ..."
The ghostly song came from the depths of the graveyard.
Leon slowly got up and followed the ballad that came with the wind, and in a short while, he found the ghost in white that old John had spoken of.
It was a woman with beautiful appearance, looking like a lady of some noble family, wearing a robe like snow, beautiful under the bright moonlight.
No wonder Old John could tell at a glance that she was a ghost, because the lower half of her body presented a hazy state until her feet completely disappeared.
Natasha's Dead Ghost, this was a special side quest that was quite famous in Final Light, Natasha's sister was coveted by the Holy Cleric because of her special physique and was brutally murdered, and Natasha also died in the process of protecting her sister, but was transformed into a ghost that took revenge on the Holy Cleric.
This quest refreshes at a fairly random location and time, and no player yet knows the exact level or method of accepting this quest.
If one accepted this quest and chose to help Natasha, one would become an enemy of the Holy Synod and completely oppose the Holy Synod in terms of camp.
Leon was indifferent to this point, after all, he was already on the opposite side of the Holy Synod, and Leon didn't have the slightest bit of goodwill towards the Holy Synod's gang.
"This is a sad story."
Leon took the initiative to speak.
Natasha looked at the human who suddenly appeared in front of her and asked with some curiosity, "Aren't you afraid of me?"
Leon shook his head, "I hear longing in your song, and my intuition tells me you're not a bad person."
"Thank you for your trust, interesting stranger." Between Natasha's brows was a melancholy and anger that couldn't be dispersed, "My poor sister, she obviously didn't do anything wrong, she was so beautiful and touching, yet she was brutally murdered by the Holy Synod's Inquisitors on trumped-up charges; even after her death, her corpse was used by that gang of miscreants as a holy weapon to get rid of the demons, it's really laughable, it's obvious that they're the real demons! "
Leon said indignantly, "I can understand how you feel, I also suffered an attack from someone from the Holy Church for no reason."
What was that guy's name again? By the way, Strode, he'll have to take care of him himself when he gets stronger.
"Well, I sense the aura of the dead from you, and those scumbags do move against you guys." Natasha's eyes softened as she looked at Leon, "How could anyone really want to keep company with a rotting corpse, they are all just poor people who have lost someone dear to them, searching for the slim hope of resurrecting their loved ones ..."
Leon rubbed the tip of his nose, he didn't have so many worries about becoming a necromancer, simply because this profession was strong.