Is the person you sculpt as cute as me?

"Go on, there are other people... but they can't see us! This makes me even more excited." The Necromancer spoke in a frivolous tone as he approached the transaction partner step by step.

054·Four

The lighthouse is indeed abandoned.

Dust, debris, garbage—everywhere.

Small animals that like darkness have regarded this place as a paradise.

And darkness facilitates their trade.

"Come on," the Necromancer said. "Where's the best place to put the goods? A table?"

Yu observed him casually. Very good, the other party thought his invisibility was perfect.

The two groups of people did not interfere with each other and ignored each other, just like they were in a restaurant with two tables of diners having a lively time.

The necromancer is younger than he looks, although his clothes and appearance are very strange.

He was like a beggar - wearing whatever he had, patching together scraps of cloth to try to survive the winter.

But he looked pretty good, with a clean face and normal features, about thirty years old.

On the other hand, the lighthouse pilot who traded with the necromancer looked a little strange.

Some kind of subhuman.

Hunched, short, probably a male but very young.

It dressed itself very warmly, trying to conceal its identity as a rat man.

Yu Man recognized it - it was the second round after all.

These creatures are very similar to normal mice, are good at stealing and storing, and have strong vitality.

He is sinister and vicious at heart, but at the same time timid and clever. In short, he is a very despicable being.

I didn’t expect that Shimla Bakken also has it…

Yu Man, Xiao Lu, and Ya Ge tried to pretend not to see each other, but even so, their attention was still drawn.

In order to avoid revealing his true identity, Yu Man simply suggested:

"It's a beautiful day, let's play three-player mahjong or Landlord."

We are all Chinese, so these words are bound to attract attention.

Yago smiled and said, "That's fine. This game also has this kind of mini-game?"

"Mahjong, right? I've played a little Mahjong, but I've never played Landlord..."

"Okay, let's start air mahjong."

While people were joking here, the transaction was carried out seriously over there.

The mouse man found some cloth, carefully melted the snow, and wiped a table clean.

Then he said to the necromancer, "Please put it up so I can see it."

"Look, this is a specialty I brought to you after traveling across four islands."

The necromancer took the package from the servant and placed it gently on the table.

——Something round and heavy.

After peeling off layer by layer.

"Although it has little vitality, alas." The Necromancer sighed.

"I-It's my first time seeing this... I don't quite understand it - it's a bit scary."

"It's good to see more. Although the broken end is withered and turbid, the inside should still be usable. I'll crack it open and show you."

The necromancer touched its skull, took out a sharp dagger, and cut a window effortlessly.

Bright red color immediately flowed down the incision.

It is very conspicuous even at night, and has a strong smell.

"...It's so red inside?" The rat man stared at it tremblingly, feeling a little scared.

"Yes, even death cannot take away its blood red." The necromancer was used to this and looked calm.

He picked up the dagger and licked the remaining juice on the knife with his tongue before it was frozen dry.

It tasted good—he raised an eyebrow, quite surprised.

"This watermelon has been with me for a long journey, and it's still surprisingly delicious... Alright, alright, I've fulfilled my promise and brought it to you. This little deal is done."

“…How, how do I eat it?”

"It doesn't matter. You can eat it by digging it out or cutting it up."

The Necromancer was used to the world and had a slight aversion to the snow-covered and barren island.

"What about compensation? You hurriedly told me that the matter should be moved up, asked me to come immediately, and even brought you some fruit... If we were not colleagues, I would probably kill you and make you a unique slave."

"Please, please don't be angry. Of course I have prepared a reward..."

"Hmph, that's good."

The trip was not in vain, and the necromancer calmed down a little.

At the same time, he still sympathized with the other party.

"My boss assigned me to this snowy island as a pilot. I understand your hardship. There's nothing here, so it's normal to long for the rich products of foreign lands."

"...So sweet." The pilot was a rat man after all, and he ate the watermelon madly.

Greedy movements made the juice all over her hands, face and the floor.

The necromancer watched him eat quietly, then glanced at the strangers beside him...

From the beginning, they were extremely lively and kept shouting.

"Can't I just win the quadruple service and kill everyone?"

"So whoever becomes the banker wins...is that how you play Air Mahjong?"

"Brothers, can we play Chinese standard Mahjong or Shanghai Mahjong? I can't play Riichi..."

The Necromancer didn't understand, but still found it hilarious.

After so many days of seafaring and trading, you will encounter all kinds of things, but what remains unchanged is the coldness and loneliness.

And these strangers were not corpses, but alive.

Their lively presence alone is actually enough to excite the Necromancer...

It’s great, the passion of life.

"Have you finished eating?" He looked back at the rat man.

"Hmm...hmm...it's delicious, but you can't eat the skin...it's so bitter."

The necromancer pulled up a table and sat down with his legs crossed, looking quite uninhibited. "It's time to get down to business, right? You used a magic signal to call me over here in a hurry... maybe there's some new progress?"

"Ah, yes." The Rat Man's eyes were sharp, matching his voice. "Delivery is ahead of schedule."

"……Um!?"

"They said they'd be here before daybreak, so I'm urgently asking you to come. After all, I don't recognize such high-quality merchandise, so it can only be personally appraised by you, the noble Captain of Merchant Ship No. 3."

Yu Man casually mentioned the foreign species, but did not miss a single word and immediately began to analyze it.

They should belong to an organization, most likely a trade organization.

Moreover, it is an unknown existence in the first week.

The Necromancer is a cadre-level figure and can become the captain of a merchant ship, so he probably has some status.

Now, they are going to make some mysterious big deal, and the watermelon is just a gift.

And more importantly, they have a way to communicate over long distances within their organization...

In just half a second, Yu Manpan cleared all the information and continued to weigh the whole thing.

"Okay, okay, I've been waiting for that item for a long time. Finally... finally. That customer's order can finally be fulfilled... If this can be done, you don't have to stay on Snow Island anymore..."

"Really?"

"Tell me about the specific transaction before dawn, and then what?" The Necromancer's attitude was extremely serious.

When the rat man saw that his future was promising, he immediately became cunning.

"The one who arrives from the other side will personally escort the goods here. You can choose the transaction location and I will bring him there."

"Yes, we can trade on my ship. We can also use the ship to prove that our promise is not false."

"...Are you really going to... take them on a voyage?" The rat man was a little confused. "I thought those were just lies you were using to bribe them."

"That's not the case. The bribery information I provided is all true."

The Necromancer sat up straight, his face and tone equally serious.

"There is indeed an uninhabited island, there is indeed that route, and we will indeed help them sail... but we didn't promise anything else, did we?"

"...and then...will all of them be killed by the dragon and sink to the bottom of the sea?" The rat man shuddered.

"No." The Necromancer shook his head and said calmly, "I will sink them before then and make them all into fresh slaves to replenish my ship."

"Sir, isn't this a bit cruel? We are businessmen after all... This kind of thing is like cheating our customers..."

“That’s part of the deal.”

The Necromancer's moral concepts are somewhat different, no, it should be called trade concepts.

"They have spent their entire lives seeking to leave this island of nothing but snow. I have given them the opportunity... Then, they will set sail... reaching a light and a deep blue sea they have never seen before, and then die... This will be a beautiful thing for them."

"good?"

"You probably don't understand that the sweetness of dreams comes from the hard work they put in—and the moment they come true."

The Necromancer had a sad expression on his face.

"That moment of fulfillment, of soul-stirring fulfillment, of overturning reality and ending the arduous journey... that is the best. They will end at that moment, rather than experiencing the exhaustion of beauty and discovering that it was actually just so cruel."

So, the Necromancer would grant them that moment, and in trade, erase the cruelty that followed.

Instead, their afterlife is taken away - that's all.

It's still a fair trade—at least for the Necromancer.

"People say that necromancers are all people with sick souls, and you seem to have confirmed it." The rat man couldn't help but comment.

"Heh." The Necromancer found it amusing and chuckled softly.

He was in a good mood, so he didn't bother with the other party.

"I can close four deals today." The Necromancer's tone returned to its frivolous tone, counting on his fingers, "The first one is the watermelon I brought you, the second one is that item, and the third one is them realizing their dream..."

"...and the fourth stroke?"

The pinky finger, the ring finger, the middle finger—and the index finger represents the fourth transaction.

He pointed to another table by the window, where three lively strangers were sitting.

"They're worth a lot of money, and it's still a fair trade."

He smiled, retracted his index finger, and said to the rat man.

"My bargaining chip is to let them experience a special death, so that when they meet my other colleagues in the future, they will not suffer the same crushing defeat."

And that table.

Yu Man no longer uses Tian Hu to cheat.

Instead, he held the cards he had discarded: "Four of a kind."

Her tone was cold, she stretched lazily, and naturally stroked her staff.

The little deer sighed, but his eyes immediately lit up with joy: "Eat! Four pancakes."