Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 25 Watch Me Trip It Down

Josie, a newly minted bronze-patterned warrior, is boasting to her companions about her advancement achievements.

There are two ways for professionals to advance in rank: one is to pass the test of the Mercenary Guild, and the other is to complete designated advancement tasks.

Testing requires a testing fee, and missions require mission vouchers; these are also important sources of income for the Mercenary Guild.

For example, in the Mercenary Guild of White Stone City, the quest to advance from Apprentice to the next level of Bronze Pattern requires killing more than six Shadow Wolves and bringing back the wolf's crystal as proof of the quest.

Shadow Wolves are a type of shadow creature. By investing a certain amount of obsidian into the wolf dens at the edge of the Dark Forest, a corresponding number of Shadow Wolves can be spawned using the magical energy contained within the dens.

Obsidian is a first-grade crude material, while Shadow Crystal is a second-grade refined material. If we don't hand it over, it's equivalent to killing the demonic wolf by force to collect the materials, making a small profit.

But once the materials are submitted, it will result in a pure loss.

But there's no way around it; advancing in rank is important, and you have to spend the money if necessary.

What's worse, after successfully advancing, a group of his former friends urged him to treat them to a meal. How could Josie, who had just entered a new stage in his life, lose face like that? He emptied his father's pocket and borrowed some money to treat these companions to Uncle One-Eyed's Old Hedgehog Tavern.

The tavern was filled with smoke and a cacophony of voices. Just as Josie was getting a little tipsy from the cheap ale and his companions' flattery, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of a young figure wearing a skull mask walking through the noisy crowd.

The skeleton carried a huge, bulging bundle on its back, and its movements appeared somewhat clumsy and slow.

This is like a pillow sent to someone who's about to fall asleep—a living prop!

As a "veteran" who had gone on missions in other places with the adventure group, it was one of Josie's few shining moments to boast a little, relying on his knowledge. However, he always just talked nonsense, and after a while, no one was interested. But now that he saw this silly skeleton, little Josie immediately perked up.

"Hey guys, see that?" Josie tapped the table to get his companions' attention, pointing to the skeleton that was being moved carefully. "This thing looks intimidating, but it's as dumb as a block of wood! Even the hunting dogs of the mountain herders could chew on it like a chew toy!"

"Really, I'm not kidding!"

He took a swig of liquor, his face flushed: "Back when I was out on missions, if anyone carried one of these things, the whole team would be too ashamed to lift their heads! It's only good for carrying luggage, but fighting? Humph, I'll make it have two hands!"

"Don't believe me? Watch closely, and don't blink!"

Josie's curiosity was completely ignited by his companions' curiosity. Fueled by alcohol, he decided to put on an impromptu performance, staging a show where "two hands" would take down a skeleton.

The tavern floor was a compacted dirt floor, uneven from countless spills of liquor and the soles of boots trodden on it, with bits of bone and wet sawdust stuck in some places.

Skeleton Little White followed its master Chen Mo's instruction to "proceed cautiously" and moved with exceptional slowness. By the time Chen Mo himself had almost reached the central platform, Little White had only just managed to dawdle to the second row of tables—precisely where Josie and her group were.

Josie grinned, winked at her companions, and made a "watch" gesture.

He exaggeratedly raised his hands high, pretending to stretch out, but under the cover of the movement, he silently and precisely extended his legs, clad in hard leather boots, along the table legs that had been worn smooth, blackened, and stained by countless drinkers.

He's going to trip the skeleton.

During one mission, he had the misfortune of witnessing how the team's warriors toyed with that poor skeleton, and here, he was going to recreate that classic moment. And no one could catch him red-handed; the tavern had rules against fighting and injuring people, but sticking out a leg wasn't illegal, was it?

His flamboyant actions attracted the attention of most of the nearby patrons who weren't completely drunk yet. Many curious glances were cast over, waiting to see this free farce.

with no doubt.

"Crack!"

Little White's ankle bone tripped Josie hard. The poor little skeleton waved its arms frantically in a panic, but to no avail. Its balance was too poor, and it could only stand straight down, with a clumsy sense of despair, and slam heavily onto the dirty ground!

He fell quite miserably.

The immense inertia caused its entire skeleton to slide along the ground, the loose pieces in its chest cavity clattering and rattling, but thankfully it didn't fall apart. But worse still, the enormous pack on its back slammed hard into the leg of a thick, sturdy wooden table next to it.

"Crash! Clang! Bang!"

The package burst open! The contents spilled out instantly, tumbling, bouncing, and flying all over the ground!
Josie's smile froze instantly on her face, as if she had been frozen by the frost of winter.

God of War above, what is this?
That's no ordinary luggage; look what's spilled out!

A twisted and deformed one-handed sword riddled with nicks; a broadsword with its hilt broken in the middle, leaving only half a handguard; tattered leather armor riddled with holes and emitting a foul odor; a metal breastplate dented beyond recognition and covered in scratches; a small piece of armor that appears to be wrist guards or leg armor; a hunting bow covered in mud and arrows scattered all over the ground…

The vast majority of weapons and armor were covered with large patches of dark red and black blood, a shocking sight!
A small section of armband with a metal buckle and several tendons and leather straps still attached to the broken end slammed into the wooden table in front of him, bounced back heavily, and rolled down in front of Josie. There was a clear, half-dried bloody handprint on the metal buckle, and a small piece of human tissue with hair was still hanging on the leather strap.

Under the dim, greasy light, it exuded a chilling atmosphere.

Josie seemed to hear the wailing of that unknown piece of human tissue.

The tavern, which was noisy and bustling just a moment ago, suddenly seemed to have been choked by an invisible giant hand. All the sounds—the loud mutterings of drunks, the clinking of dice in the wooden tube, the vulgar jokes, the rude arguments, the fierce curses, and the soft, coquettish voices of the hostesses—vanished without a trace.

All that remained was the occasional crackling of the firewood in the fireplace, and a suffocating, deathly silence!

There are no newbies here. Even the young Josh, who looks like the newbie the most, has been working his way up in the world for several years.

These items were all too familiar to them; they were the very things these mercenaries ate and drank every day.

Displaying it in this way, the mercenaries seemed to hear the equipment screaming silently, as if witnessing a horrific massacre being reenacted before their very eyes.

Several experienced mercenaries stared wide-eyed at the young necromancer ahead, their hands gripping their weapons tightly, their bodies tense, muscles contracting, and legs staggered, already in a state of combat readiness.

The moment Xiaobai fell, Chen Mo was startled and instinctively reached into his pocket to grab his gun. Turning around and seeing this, his first thought was that his silly skeleton had slipped and fallen again, and a wave of intense embarrassment washed over him.

What should I say in a situation like this?
Saying anything would be inappropriate. It's like a whole hall full of people having a lively meal, and you suddenly walk in and overturn a garbage truck. People won't think I'm here to cause trouble, will they?
Chen Mo gave a slightly ashamed smile, which made the mercenaries who had been staring at him get goosebumps.

Good heavens, he killed so brutally, yet he smiled so shyly. He's a psychopathic killer!
(End of this chapter)