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As for the deceased's belongings, they were also counted by Windlow.

Since it was not a big tavern, only some poor people came here to rest temporarily, including a few retired soldiers.

Now that they have retired, they must be penniless. At most they have a few copper coins on them, which can only buy them a pot of wine or a piece of bread to fill their stomachs.

This is the daily life of most of the lower-class people in the empire, working every day just to save money for tomorrow's food.

At the same time, they have to deal with all kinds of crises and terrible existences. They had finally saved up some money to come here to spend some drinks and entertainment, but they encountered this kind of thing.

All the copper coins on them were buried by Windlow next to their bodies.

"In the name of Morr, the god of death, rest in peace."

It was rare for Mousse not to make any sarcastic remarks, because in the dark elves' cognition, Mor, the god representing death, was also Cain's brother.

Even though their relationship was bad, they were still brothers and did have the ability to comfort the dead, so they just stayed quietly aside without making any noise or getting upset, patiently waiting for the ceremony to be completed.

At the same time, because the magical wind here is too complicated, it has already reached the premise of chaos, and the head of the corpse that had just been buried began to tremble rapidly.

Then the arm joints moved slowly and the fingers kept groping, as if they wanted to break out of the ground and return to the world.

But Windlow, who was standing on the grave, did not notice anything strange and continued to chant the prayer words of the god of death More in the carriage.

Then spread out your hands and claps them together.

With just this one movement, it was as if a violent magical force permeated the entire earth, and all the corpses suddenly became quiet.

The magical wind attached to it completely dissipated, and the souls of these people were sent to the underworld of the god of death Morr.

If there was a necromancer nearby, he would definitely be able to tell that this was necromancy.

Only necromancy can resurrect the dead in a short period of time, or allow the dead to rest in peace quickly.

But Wendlow acted as if nothing had happened. He drove the carriage and took Mousse all the way north to other cities in the empire.

After all, for the entire empire, the countryside is indeed easy to disappear.

Many people, even if they leave their hometown for a year or two, may find their entire hometown wiped off the map when they return.

But humans are also a very resilient race. Even if their hometown is razed to the ground, they can rebuild it in a very short time.

Mousse leaned his head against Wendlow, not because he liked being hurt and feeling uncomfortable.

But she smelled a very strange smell from this man.

The elves have a strong control over magic. Even if they have never learned magic, they still have strong magical talent.

In addition, when he was still the Lord of Dread, he had communicated, cooperated, and even betrayed several sorceresses, so naturally he would not miss the taste of magic.

The smell of magic on Windlow is similar to that of necromancy, which is a fusion of the wind of shadow and the wind of death.

But even the Dark Elves, who are very keen on torturing others, think that torturing the dead is too much, so they rarely understand it.

Mousse was not sure whether the smell on Windlow was necromancy, but the smell of shadow wind and death wind was definitely unmistakable.

Wait, the smell suddenly disappeared.

After the carriage had been moving for about a few minutes, the smell of magic on Windlo's body completely disappeared. Even if Mousse pulled open Windlo's clothes and smelled his skin directly, he could not sense any magical breath.

"Windlow, can you use magic? Are you a magician?"

"what?"

This question made Wendlow, a child who grew up in the countryside of the empire, realize that he had never used magic, let alone seen it.

A person who has never seen magic, but has a strong control over magic. Perhaps this guy, in addition to being an outstanding businessman, is also a potential magician.

After all, using magic and doing business have something in common, which is that they both require a very smart mind.

Since they are on the road, Mousse can also teach Windlow some magical knowledge, which may really inspire his magical talent.

So we slowly started talking about magic.

The so-called magic actually comes from the power of the Chaos Realm. The Chaos Realm is like a mirror of the real world, where the emotions and feelings of all creatures will merge and converge.

Because the world's North Pole and South Pole were blasted open by the ancient saints, the power of the Chaos Demon Realm can easily reach the real world.

The power that flows out, or blows out, is magic. At the same time, magic is divided into eight forms, which are called the winds of magic.

Wind of Light, Wind of Metal, Wind of Life, Wind of Heaven, Wind of Shadow, Wind of Death, Wind of Fire, Wind of Beast.

The combination of Wind of Shadow and Wind of Death is necromancy, and the combination of Wind of Life and Wind of Death is frost magic.

All magic in the world comes from the Eight Winds of Magic, or their variations.

For example, the human race, although they have a talent for magic, their lifespan is too short and their willpower is not strong enough, so they can only learn one style of magic in their lifetime.

If Wendlow really has the scent of two winds of magic in him, plus he is still so young, he must be a magical genius.

However, after listening to the explanation about magic, the latter shook his head in confusion.

I am a staunch materialist, and it is already very generous of me to admit that magic is a form of energy. But if I say that magic is the origin and that I think, therefore I am, then it would be a bit of a slap in the face of materialists.

Mousse also shook his head. Perhaps this was a good thing.

After all, the wind of magic is not a good thing. When using magic, the caster will be affected by the wind of magic.

Just like necromancy, it seems to be just controlling the dead, no big deal.

However, if the caster frequently uses necromancy, he or she will be affected by the magic in reverse, losing respect for death and life, and seeing the living and the dead in the same way, which will lead to mental problems.

Even if Windlow, who is not familiar with the Wind of Magic, uses magic unintentionally, the corrosion he suffers will be reduced.

Perhaps in a human's short life, the effects of magic on him can be ignored.

Just as Mousse continued to look at Wendlow's profile, the carriage slowly stopped and the sound of the river came in front of the two of them.

When we arrived at the Styr River, we could see the city of Niederling not far away. There we could take the largest ship and take the carriage down the river to Reikland.

"The timing is just right. This large ship has a slow speed and can dock in many places. When we return to Rick Territory, the first snowflake of winter will fall."