I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 57 Necromancer Companions
This is an undead creature that looks like a six or seven-year-old human child, with skin so white it's almost transparent. It has a pair of large black eyes with almost no whites, but the pupils are very lively and don't look like an undead creature at all. However, the necrotic aura on its body and its decaying skin still prove its danger.

"Please, could you please put that thing away?" The child pointed to the shrine, a look of fear flashing in his completely black pupils, his expression no different from that of a living person: "It's so hot."

DuPont remained silent, only looking at the half-meter-tall child, his hand still gripping the hammer without any slackening.

Necromancer Companion
Type: Undead

Attributes: Strength 12, Agility 12, Constitution -, Intelligence 11, Perception 13, Charisma 15
Special skills: hiding, stealth, listening

Special Abilities: Darkvision, Pale Damage, Pale Barrier

Challenge Level: 2
Pale Damage: A special plague that spreads through bites. A failed Fortitude save inflicts 1d6 Constitution and 1d6 Strength damage. If left uncured, it will reappear every 24 hours in terms of Constitution and Strength. Savings are based on Charisma bonuses and can be removed by healing diseases.

Pale Barrier: A Necromancer creates an invisible barrier with a radius of 10 yards centered on itself. Any creature preparing or casting a necromancy spell with a metamagic feat within this barrier will have one less spell slot required for a metanecromantic spell.

Explanation 1: Twisted Creatures: Necromancer Companions are extremely rare undead creatures. They are generally born only when a creature is abandoned by its parents or guardians during its lifetime, whether by complete or constant neglect of its survival.

Its appearance is an extremely terrifying phenomenon, not only because the amplification effect of the undead companion is very powerful, but also because its appearance proves that the morality and law in a region are almost out of control.

Explanation 2, Necromancer's Friend: Any undead companion is a great asset to a necromancer, so they are rarely encountered alone. Instead, they are usually paired with evil spellcasters or necromancers.

Upon seeing the pale barrier, a thought flashed through DuPont's mind: priceless treasure.

The most common super magic is to upgrade spells, increasing their effects or power. Apprentices can generally learn this skill before graduation.

With the assistance of necromancers, spell upgrades only require consuming the original spell slots. For example, the number of necromancers summoned by the spell "Necromancer" will double, and their quality will also increase, while still consuming one spell slot. This improvement can only be described as abnormal.

With this necromancer companion, he could easily become a necromancer and pave a smooth path to success.

However, looking at the trembling child in front of him, DuPont fell silent again.

Death due to intentional abandonment by parents is a low probability event.
Is this a coincidence or an inevitability, or are people in this world really that obsessed?
DuPont put the shrine into his spatial bag, but he didn't let go of the spiked hammer during the process. Fortunately, the undead companion in front of him didn't show any intention to attack. It just kept staring at DuPont, biting its little finger.

“I can tell you’re quite intelligent, you should be able to understand me, right?” DuPont thought for a moment, then took out a bag: “You’re in a bit of danger. I’m going to put you in a bag and release you when it’s safe.”

"..." The undead companion took a step back and said in a low voice, "I don't want to leave. That big brother said he would take me to find my mother."

“That older brother is a liar. I sent him to the goddess’s kingdom on the orders of the church.” DuPont looked at the little boy with dirty braids and sighed silently: “You know the church, right? Most of the people there are good. You’re the right one to come with me.”

The undead companion removed his finger, raised his eyes, and cautiously looked at DuPont: "Then will you take me to find my mother?"

“I probably don’t have the ability to accurately locate the person.” DuPont looked at those bright, lifelike eyes and shook his head. “But I know some important people who might be able to help you.”

“I don’t think you’re lying to me.” The undead companion blinked and looked at the bag. “Would you swear an oath to the gods?”

“I swear to the sorceress Mystra I will not harm you, but that oath is conditional on you not harming me.” DuPont said, pointing to the bag. “However, I don’t know the outcome, nor do I know if you will get a better result, but you shouldn’t be forced to wander aimlessly, deceived by bad people, and become a tool for their evil deeds.” “Dad said it’s wrong to be a bad person,” the undead companion said, counting on his fingers as he walked to the bag. “He said we shouldn’t be with bad people. Let’s go.”

“It might be a bit dark, just bear with it for a bit.” DuPont perked up and picked up the bag, but his undead companion just watched obediently until he tied the bag in a knot. DuPont put it in his spatial bag, waited 20 seconds, and then took it out again: “Do you feel something’s wrong?”

"I don't like that nasty hot thing inside, it's scalding hot," came the child's innocent voice from inside the bag.

"Any other sensations? Like shortness of breath or something."

"No."

It seemed that undead creatures could be put into a spatial bag. DuPont thought about taking out the shrine, carrying it on his back, putting the bag into the spatial bag, and quickly leaving.

Unbeknownst to him, the system recorded a small notification.

You have gained some insights into the oath of guardianship.

He quickly returned to Damai Village, retrieved the shrine and three and a half ghoul heads, and successfully obtained 100 gold.

"This is the principal of 80 gold coins, and this 20 gold coins is an extra reward." The priest looked at DuPont, who was covered in sweat as he carried the shrine back, and was very satisfied with his piety. "It's already noon, would you like to stay here for lunch?"

DuPont shook his head: "That Ravenhill is haunted by cultists. I didn't bring enough supplies, and one of the blasphemous rituals wasn't broken. I plan to go back to the academy to find a priest to purify the place. I don't have time to have dinner with you."

“Cultists, huh? No wonder I felt something was off.” Jerram was a little scared when he heard this. With his abilities, he and a few militiamen couldn’t possibly defeat these ghouls and a cultist. “I’ll call you a carriage. That way we can get there faster.”

Dupont was overjoyed to hear this. Although he had good stamina and was even quick on his feet, the battle just now, plus the nearly 50 miles he had run today, had really exhausted him: "Thank you, please hurry, I'm afraid things might change if I'm late."

Jerram didn't dare to delay and quickly took DuPont to the village chief, a retired veteran.

This is the only household in the village, besides the winery, that owns its own carriage and driver.

The village chief dared not neglect the pastor's instructions and quickly called his son to carry out this glorious task: to escort a church messenger to the college chapel.

However, what puzzled the village chief's son was why this distinguished guest did not go to the church on the east side, but instead stopped at the entrance of the college on the west side.

"Thank you." DuPont tossed a silver coin, then went to the kitchen and found the halfling frying potatoes. He sent a message: "Judy, I need to ask you for a favor."

"Huh?" The halfling, who had already started studying how to fry potato chips without any instruction, was a little confused: "What's wrong? Should I save some food for you?"

“No, I need to see Dean Lavoisier.” DuPont said, pointing to his spatial bag. “It’s related to the church, and it’s urgent.”

(End of this chapter)