I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

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Sure enough, Wiz left before midnight.

"Hmm... so he really left. What did he go to do?"

Standing at the second-floor window of the apartment, Fingel watched Wiz skip away and fell into deep thought.

Let's follow up on this.

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Moss covered the broken cross, the iron fence gleamed with a bluish rust in the moonlight, and crows circled in the night sky, emitting harsh cries.

"That's so unfair... half a month's salary... boohoo."

"He's working really hard too, you know? Mr. Fingel is too strict. I won't make him hot tea next time."

"Why aren't you putting sugar in his coffee yet!"

...

Inside the grave, Wiz pouted and complained as he walked deeper into the tomb.

"What are you doing?"

Fingel, following behind, was puzzled. What was this woman doing at the cemetery so late at night? It was a bit strange.

'Your lips are pouting, what are you complaining about?'

Fingel rolled his eyes. Was his job really that strict?

It's less about providing a job and more about spending money to support beautiful girls. They can eat expensive food and sleep in soft beds every day, and only need to work one or two hours a day—the only price is being harassed. Is that too much to ask?

Seriously, you should be grateful you get harassed by someone as rich, handsome, and successful as me!

Fingel, the man below, pondered this.

"We've arrived! It's been a while since we last dealt with this."

"I'm going to see Barnier in a couple of days after I finish this. I don't know what he's doing here instead of staying in the Demon King's Castle. Honestly."

Wiz patted his knee lightly, a somewhat pleased expression on his face, and then—slowly knelt down.

'What is this doing?'

'And Barnier? In the Demon King's Castle?'

Fingel couldn't help but frown, realizing that he seemed to have obtained some strange information.

As expected, this woman is connected to the Demon King's army... Banir? She lives in the Demon King's castle?

'Um? ! '

Just as he was pondering, a drop of blue light—in an instant—ignited the corner of Fingel's eye.

when?

!!!

This is??!

Fingel suddenly realized what was happening and quickly retreated several meters behind him—an instinctive reaction that had allowed him to escape danger multiple times.

However, nothing happened.

'what? '

He raised his head blankly, looking at the cemetery under the night sky.

Light? Rather than blue light, it was a kind of almost transparent, deep mist, like the sighs of a thousand souls condensed into a thin fog.

They slowly rose from the ground, initially just a few scattered points, like fireflies disturbed by the night wind, but then more and more of them appeared, forming a flowing river of light—the souls rising from the earth.

Boom~!

A soft rumble resounded, and the light shone even brighter—a massive array appeared centered on Wiz!

'Such a powerful energy reaction!'

Fingel's pupils contracted slightly. He actually sensed a magical fluctuation from this woman that was almost comparable to that of a Great Demon—perhaps different from the demon specialization in the destroyed world of Frilian, but undoubtedly at the same level.

'Hidden so well? Is this the Undead King?'

When Wiz confessed this before, he didn't react much—he guessed it was some kind of regional small boss's self-proclaimed title, after all, the other world is still very big.

Now it seems he might be the king of all the undead in the world? Amazing!

"Okay, okay~ I'm so sorry I'm late again~ I'll definitely arrive earlier next time~"

"Thank you all for your hard work!"

Wiz greeted them gently, her hands lightly touching the spirits that lingered around her, like a mother comforting her child.

"I'm so sorry~ I know you all had a tough time, don't be sad? Although it was painful, it's all over now!"

"May you be happy in your next life!"

"Don't worry, I'll always be here~ So, go in peace~!"

...

Her face had never been so gentle; her snow-white skin glowed with a luminous sheen in the moonlight, and her voice was as soft and sweet as a spring bud, carrying a strangely healing power—though she was an undead, Fingel felt that perhaps even the High Priest could not have that healing feeling as well as her.

At this moment, Fingel understood what she was doing.

'Purification? Or rather...rebirth?'

After death, a person's soul has one of two possible outcomes: either it obediently goes to heaven.

What about the other one?

Because of resentment, unwillingness, or other reasons, they directly become immortals—in these various situations, their souls reside in the real world, enduring suffering.

What Wiz is doing now is helping these souls forget or accept their past grievances, and ultimately attain enlightenment and go to heaven—and this kind of thing is often unpaid, a philanthropic endeavor, because no one will reward you for it.

'Has she always done this kind of thing? I really didn't expect that. So, is this one of the reasons she took leave?'

Fingel blinked, recognizing this person so clearly for the first time.

Besides being a silly shopkeeper, a repressed woman, and a voluptuous woman with large breasts, she seems to have her own career and principles.

He finally remembered why he was so obsessed with Cao Butong's women.

Is it because of different batches?

"No, it's not that bad."

Fingel watched quietly as Wiz chanted the incantation for the souls' rebirth, continuously casting his magic to relieve their suffering.

Like a gentle mother.

'What a kind person!'

he sighed.

Just like reading a novel, if it's just an unfamiliar passerby, no one cares. So why do people insist on depicting more profound and vivid characters?

Just like Cao Fulame and Cao Awula, who were initially just simple people to him—so what if they died? Strictly speaking, they're dead, so be it. As long as they weren't used by someone else, we can just replace them.

'After learning more about their lives, I wanted to sleep with her.'

Cao wasn't criticizing; Cao was criticizing everything about this woman—her gentleness, her beauty, her joy, her achievements.

That's why he cherishes those women even more, is reluctant to let them go, and is unwilling to give up the chance to go back and see them again.

It's because he can't bear to part with her. He likes women who have their own goals, like Flame—although she is very interested in her own body, she will stick to her own path and dedicate herself to the cause of human magic.

To outsiders, they appear great, yet they are filled with loneliness, though they themselves may not feel that way.

"I'm starting to like her a little."

Fingel's lips curled slightly upward, and his fingernail suddenly grew a small section longer.

So what I'm really feeling isn't just criticism, but loneliness.

We must bring these lonely women together, no matter where they are from, your brother Fen will give you a home.

To be more specific...

"Yes, I want to build a castle and lock everyone up."

"In the castle, warm wool blankets are spread out, and everyone goes out naked to party, eat snacks, play games, and make babies."

Fingel set his sights on a new dream, the "Morning and Evening Ark Project," in which he would take on Adam's mission and work with many Eves to cultivate new seeds for the world.

Must do it!

Even death!