Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

On the surface of the Crucible World, the king was listening to the news reported by two scouts.

His expression was not calm at this time. Although he was mentally prepared, the king still couldn't help getting excited after hearing about the real existence of the history book of time.

"Very good, you can go down and claim your reward." After the king sent the two scouts away, he turned his attention to the chief scholar standing beside him.

At this time, the chief scholar had a very ugly expression on his face, because he was the most staunch opponent of the Book of History of Time. He believed that the Book of History of Time was just a complete lie. In order to protect his own interests, he often spoke ill of the scholar who discovered the Book of History of Time in the king's ear.

Under his unremitting efforts, the king finally stopped the funding, and the scholar who discovered the Book of Years was demoted and exiled.

Feeling the king's strange gaze, the chief scholar could no longer hold back, and he immediately knelt on the ground and confessed his guilt. A strange humming sounded, and Conan's background music came from the background. A faint sadness filled the king's tent.

The king listened to the sad music and raised his eyebrows. "That's enough! Turn off the music!"

"Sorry, Your Highness! I can't turn this off!" The chief scholar was sweating. This was a soul cultivation method that their team had researched from ancient books, but this method seemed to have some strange side effects. After practicing to a certain level, his soul would become stronger, but he would also unconsciously play some inexplicable music according to his emotions.

He had tried to turn the music off, but to no avail.

The king looked at the chief scholar with an even colder expression. This chief scholar had no academic achievements except for flattering other nobles. The only thing he could show off was his research on spiritualism, which was also full of problems.

The king hoped that he could sort out the soul cultivation method from the ancient books, so as to enter the soul state and achieve eternal immortality. But after so many years, the chief scholar only sorted out some specious things. The only thing that was relatively impressive was probably the spirit horse. However, the soul cultivation method was full of errors and omissions.

The king didn't want his joys, sorrows, anger and happiness to be turned into music and played in public.

"What a waste!" The king couldn't help cursing in his heart. He somewhat missed the young scholar who had discovered the history book before he exiled him. But it was probably too late to invite the scholar back now. After all, according to his understanding, the scholar had already suffered from mental illness and could not communicate normally.

However, the king was in no mood to deal with the chief scholar, after all, he had no one around him to use. However, he had made up his mind that after this matter was over, he would definitely replace him with a more talented chief scholar.

"Okay, get up! I don't mean to blame you. After all, there are always mistakes in academic research." The king restrained his emotions and put on a faint smile.

"Thank you, Your Highness!" The chief scholar breathed a sigh of relief, and his background music instantly changed into a cheerful serenade.

"Uh..." The chief scholar lowered his head. He really couldn't control this kind of music.

"It's a good song, and it suits my current mood. We have discovered a new world, and we no longer have to worry about insufficient resources on earth." The king smiled.

"Also, how's your research report on whether the passage created by the sinner is reliable? Is that passage safe enough?" The king began to ask about business.

The chief scholar's face flashed with an unnatural look. He had not yet completed the safety assessment of the passage. According to his subordinates' calculations, the safety of the passage was very high.

However, the chief scholar did not dare to submit the unfinished report to the king. After all, if anything went wrong, he would be the one to bear the responsibility.

So the chief scholar could only say ambiguously: "According to our calculations, we have not found any danger in that passage yet. But I think we should be more cautious! After all, we have not yet fully understood the capabilities of this sinner."

The king was tired of hearing about this non-stick pan, but the scholars' concerns were not unreasonable.

"The underground world is very important to us. I can't give up there just because of a little unknown risk, so what do you have any plans?" asked the king.

"Um... I think we should first cut off the connection point between the passage and the sinners. This should prevent the sinners from attacking us when we enter the passage."

"In addition, according to our research, the flesh and blood of sinners will have a certain degree of autonomy even when they are out of the body. If we want to build an absolutely safe passage, we can actually follow the sinner's pipe, cut off his pipe, and lay the pipe we made. This will be 100% safe!"

The king smiled upon hearing this. "Good suggestion. But how long will it take to replace all the criminals' pipes with ours?"

"Um... ten years?" said the chief scholar weakly.

"Oh! Ten years..." The king's eyes looked a little strange. He was almost 70 years old now. If he waited another ten years, he would most likely die.

This time, when he discovered the History of Time, the technology he wanted to obtain the most was the spiritual practice method. He must obtain the skill that allows him to be reborn infinitely!

As if noticing the king's strangeness, the chief wizard immediately said, "Your Highness, actually... if you just want to fulfill your wish of immortality, then there is no need to start a war against the people in this world. We can just send spies to steal intelligence. This is efficient and has low risks!"

His suggestion finally satisfied the king. In fact, conquering the underworld was just a side job, and what the king really wanted was immortality.

The king tapped the back of the chair with his fingers. He decided to have a chat with the sinner and test the extent of his control over the passage.

The king walked out of the tent, sat in a gorgeous carriage, and came to the sinner.

"Sinner, I come to see you again." The king opened the car window and looked at the huge sinner outside.

"How about it? You should have seen the surprise below. Are you satisfied with this surprise?" Dio said with a smile.

"Very satisfied! You really did keep your promise! But now there is a problem. I don't trust you. I suspect that after I send my army into that suspicious passage, some strange changes will occur."

"..." Dio narrowed his eyes. The thing he was worried about finally happened. These guys were not as stupid as he thought.

But Dio was not flustered. "So what are you going to do, sir? I just want to cooperate with you. As long as we treat each other in a friendly way, we can both benefit from it."

"Hahaha! The premise of treating each other in a friendly manner must be equal in strength. What qualifications do you have to negotiate with me now?" The king raised the corner of his mouth with disdain.

"Haha. It seems that you are not that stupid. I thought that after you saw the underground world, you would immediately send troops to attack it. I didn't expect that you would consider the risks. It seems that your eyes are not completely on top of your heads." Dio knew that it was useless to pretend to be weak. If he continued to pretend to be a pig, he would be eaten by the other party.