I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Richard didn't have much magic left, so he could only painfully crush a seed.

My magic power instantly returned to full, and I felt much more energetic.

Who knows when this will end!

The Soul-Devouring Vine continued to struggle, even attempting to attack Richard.

He was bound back by the Evil Essence Technique, but this consumed 1 point of his magic power.

Richard was in agony. He checked the time and realized that more than ten minutes had already passed. He had no choice but to pull out his pistol and point it at the Soul-Devouring Vine.

Richard hesitated, wondering if breaking the pistol would damage the essence.

The Soul-Devouring Vine continued to struggle.

Richard thought for a moment, since the [Withered Resentment] only requires three Soul-Devouring Vine Essences, even if one is destroyed, there are still three left, right?

He fired without hesitation.

boom!

The bullet made a muffled sound as it passed through the silencer, instantly embedding itself in the stem and shattering the thickest part of the Soul-Devouring Vine, spraying out milky white sap.

The Soul-Devouring Vine broke in two, greatly reducing its struggling strength.

What kind of bullshit magic is that? Guns are still the most effective!

The Soul-Devouring Vine continued to shrink, like a melting candle, becoming smaller and smaller, while the essence gathered in Richard's hand grew brighter and brighter.

About half a minute later, the Soul-Devouring Vine let out its last mournful cry.

In Richard's palm, it condensed into a grayish-white, semi-transparent sphere the size of a quail egg.

Richard squeezed it and it felt like a hard-boiled egg, soft and bouncy.

At the center, one could vaguely see a twisted and struggling Soul-Eating Vine.

"Ding! You have obtained the [Mature Netherworld Soul-Devouring Vine Essence]."

Richard opened the panel and collected the essence, consuming a total of 14 points of magic power.

What a waste!

Richard felt a pang of heartache.

Having gained experience, Richard didn't hesitate and fired a shot at the main trunk of the second Soul-Devouring Vine.

boom!

The main trunk broke.

Before the Soul-Devouring Vine could even struggle, the light of the Evil Essence Technique enveloped it.

This time, it only took 10 minutes and 9 points of magic to obtain the second "Netherworld Soul-Devouring Vine Essence".

Richard was delighted.

Isn't marksmanship also a form of fire magic?

Half an hour later, the essence of all four Netherworld Soul-Devouring Vines was harvested, consuming a total of 2 Netherworld Soul-Devouring Vines seeds, and 20 points of magic power remained on his body.

He took out the silver ring he had prepared beforehand, put a piece of Netherworld Soul-Devouring Vine essence into the ring box and put it away, then took out three Netherworld Soul-Devouring Vine seeds, and finally picked up a loose finger bone from the side.

To prevent excessive consumption, three more seeds were taken out and placed aside for later use.

It's time to refine the [Withered Resentment]!

He recalled the recipe: use magic to dissolve the essence of 3 Netherworld Soul-Devouring Vines, 3 Netherworld Soul-Devouring Vines seeds, and 1 white bone, and then integrate them into the base material of silver jewelry.

Richard picked up an essence and slowly released its magic.

Soon, signs of melting appeared on the surface of the essence.

"So magic really can dissolve real objects." Richard thought it was an abstract concept, but it turned out to be dissolution in a physical sense.

However, the speed is very slow, and the magic power is constantly being consumed.

Richard worked hard to control the rate at which his magic power was depleted, and in just 20 minutes, his magic power was completely used up.

Once the magic stops, the surface of the quail egg containing the essence will solidify again.

Richard had no choice but to painfully crush a Soul-Devouring Vine seed.

A massive surge of magic power entered his body, and in an instant, his magic power was fully restored.

I must finish making the ring today!

Having learned from his previous experience, Richard was able to control the flow of magic much more steadily, no longer fluctuating wildly.

This time, the magic lasted for a full 35 minutes before it ran out again.

The first essence has melted into liquid, flowing back and forth in the palm of the hand like mercury.

The refining process is not yet finished; the other materials haven't been touched yet.

With things having come to this point, Richard could only grit his teeth and crush another seed.

The second time, Richard controlled his magic more precisely, and his 24 points of magic lasted longer, reaching 45 minutes.

After consuming four seeds in succession, more than three hours had passed, and all the materials had been completely fused together, forming a radiant mixture of essence in Richard's hands.

Perhaps due to excessive energy expenditure, Richard felt as if his head was being repeatedly struck with a blunt object; his temples throbbed, his eyes were sore and swollen, and he began to see double.

The piercing sound of cicadas filled my ears, and I began to lose focus, as if I had been up for three days and three nights straight.

My stomach was churning violently, and every time I used magic, it felt like my marrow was being ripped out of my bones. I felt completely hollowed out and broke out in a cold sweat.

He had never experienced this kind of fatigue since his physique was enhanced.

Having come this far, giving up would be a waste of all the materials and seeds, a complete loss.

Richard could only grit his teeth and persevere, picking up the ring and trying his best to infuse all the essence into it.

......

Time passed by, and the sky gradually brightened.

Helen lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

She didn't know why Richard's eyes were so bright, possessing a captivating charm she had never seen in other men's eyes.

Moreover, Samantha Adela said that Richard was a genius, and even Ms. Shepard had chosen him.

Helen bit her lip and sat up, feeling like an idiot.

The morning sun rises.

She pressed her ear against the wall and listened carefully. It was very quiet next door. She wondered if Richard was awake or not.

She cautiously sent Richard a message: "Are you up yet?"

I waited and waited, but there was no reply.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated.

Helen excitedly picked it up and took a look: it turned out to be a bank payment reminder.

She angrily threw her phone on the bed.

Time ticked by, but Richard still hadn't replied.

Maybe he hasn't woken up yet.

That was all Helen could tell herself.

She got up, thinking about making Richard breakfast so she could chat with him for a while.

He drove me to work, and I made him breakfast. That shouldn't be considered too obsequious, right?

After washing up, Helen began to change her clothes.

I changed into a pale yellow floral dress first, but I felt it was too deliberate, making me look like a scheming bitch.

So I changed into a hoodie and jeans, but then I felt it was too casual.

In the end, I changed into light pajamas, which are normal loungewear.

However, the pajamas are a bit see-through, and you can vaguely see the bra underneath.

Helen pretended not to know.

She went into the kitchen, then hesitated again.

Making it too lavish seems too purposeful, while making it too simple seems too perfunctory.

Every time her phone vibrated, her heart would race, and she would feel a pang of disappointment when she saw that it wasn't Richard.

She was cooking while thinking of her opening remarks.

Good morning? That's so old-fashioned.

Did you sleep well last night? That's too ambiguous.

Did I make you breakfast? That seems a bit too forward, doesn't it?

Helen hesitated for a long time before finally picking up her phone and casually sending a message:

"I made you breakfast, come and eat."

After sending the message, I turned my phone face down on the table, not daring to look at the replies.

Helen has lived alone for many years and making breakfast is not a problem for her.

Richard was from the University of Tokyo, and she specifically learned how to make Oriental breakfast, but she didn't quite master it.

I should be able to make noodles.

She made herself a bowl of instant noodles and tried to make a poached egg like in the video from Dongda University, but unfortunately, the egg broke into pieces and tasted a bit fishy.

She mustered her courage and messaged Richard again:

"Are you up? After dinner, we'll go to Mike's funeral together."

There has still been no reply.

Still not awake?

Helen became a little anxious. It was already nine o'clock, and Mike's funeral was about to begin. They all had to go to the scene to attend. Why hadn't they gotten up yet?

She stepped out of her house and mustered the courage to ring Richard's doorbell.

ding dong~

ding dong~

I waited for a long time, but no one opened the door.

It turns out he had already left.

Disappointed, Helen returned to her room, ate her instant noodles alone, and rode her bicycle to St. Carlisle Church.

He probably didn't see my message, right?

If I see it, I will definitely reply.

You'll see him when you get there.

Helen's mood brightened again.

......