The Exiled Necromancer Wants To Create a Bone Dragon - The Exiled Necromancer Wants To Create a Bone Dragon chapter 42

42 – Sell turtles.

A group led by Cardien Kidal entered Les Sand, and the children who felt a strange atmosphere returned home. With only the three of them remaining, Ed, Glowwin, and Yukia, Ed said.

“First of all, avoid sunlight. I’ll burn all that white skin.”

Ed pointed to the tent spread out to hold the Heavy Rock Turtle’s body, and the two women obediently followed. The shade under the tent was not only blocking the sun, but it was certainly cooler than other places, as Edgar spread the cold air to keep the Heavy Rock Turtle’s body.

“Hmm. What’s your name? I’m Ed Frozenborn, a necromancer.”

I thought I was talking to him based on his looks, so Edgar formally introduced himself to Yukia. Yukia listened to Ed’s introduction and bowed her head.

“Ah! My name is Yukia. I’m a magic tool maker and I belong to the Central Necromancer Association.”

“Did you come here for the Association?”

“Yeah…. Somehow, I came to represent the association.”

Ed pondered why he had sent such a delicate woman as the representative, not Ahmedin, the vice-president of the Central Necromancer Association he had met before. Yukia, a woman who resembled him in front of him, introduced herself as a magic tool maker. Was it introduced because of the resemblance? Or did he send her because she is valuable as a magic tool maker?

“Erika-san, can you tell me what kind of magical tools you make?”

“Ah. I use magic stones to make ink and pens. Do you know what you need to engrave a mana circuit?”

When learning how to make magic tools at Terut Academy, the first thing he did was to use magic stones to make ink and a pen that could use them. It was necessary to learn it in the first semester of the first year because it could go to the next level only when it was completely customized.

“I’ve made and used it before. There’s someone who specializes in it.”

“Huh…? Really?”

“Yes. I learned sundry things in the North.”

“You’re a necromancer from the north…”

Erica was no different from a merchant wearing the mask of a necromancer with no fighting power like the common necromancers in the center and the south. I felt a little embarrassed to say that I belonged to the Central Necromancer Association to a Necromancer who was strong enough to hunt down the dead Heavy Rock Turtle next to me.

“Was there anything special about the association?”

“I was told to buy the body of the Heavy Rock Turtle as an agent of the association if possible. But looking at the people who will compete with me, that seems impossible.”

Erica’s merchant’s intuition informed her that the man who seemed to be the leader of the group, who had been bumped into several times, seemed to be holding a lot of money. Wouldn’t that person buy the corpse of the Heavy Rock Turtle by offering more than the 600 million energy received from the association, money that he would not be able to collect even if he worked for the rest of his life?

Even if she failed to buy the body of the Heavy Rock Turtle, Erica decided to think that it was a good experience to touch such a large amount of money and meet a real necromancer in front of her eyes.

“Actually, it’s the seller’s heart, but I also want to sell it at a high price. Is there anything you can ask me?”

Ed said to Erica, pointing at himself. Erica had so many questions popping up in her mind that she couldn’t organize her mind at the moment, but she decided to ask about the thing that surprised her at first.

“Mr. Frozenborn, in the North, I… are there many people who look like us?”

Silver hair, blue eyes, and since Erika spent most of her time in the workshop, her skin was also fair. Every passer-by wondered, ‘Are you the Necromancer of the North?’ Erica herself thought it was a look that made people think, so she asked a necromancer who was similar to her and lived in the North.

“Few. Even in the Necropolis, as much as I think it’s the color of nobles, silver hair itself is on the small side, and there are even fewer people with blue eyes. I’ve met a few people with silver hair and red eyes.”

And among the seniors who were good to Ed, he remembered a senior from the 6th generation family with light blue hair. At first glance, it resembled blue-tinted silver hair, but there was a definite difference.

“If the number is small, why do you think it is the color of a necromancer?”

“That’s right. Even in the North they don’t teach that.”

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When Glowyn saw the two identical men tilting their heads one step apart, they looked very much alike.

“Erica, did any of your parents have silver hair?”

“No. Both of my parents had brown hair, which is common. Because of this hair, my father suspected my mother of infidelity, and they quarreled often, and they divorced when I was young. My mother died not long after the divorce, so I also wanted to know the truth.” “I don’t know much about it.”

Erica was able to tell her story to others because she was able to live on her own as a magic tool manufacturer after a family that had been shattered because of her daughter with a heterogeneous appearance.

After hearing Erica’s story, Ed thought for a long time that the reason he was abandoned as a child was because of his unusual hair color. He was said to be an illegitimate child of a nobleman in the north, so no one touched him because of his silver hair, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t an orphan without parents. Even if he graduated from Terut Academy at the top of his class, no parents came to visit him.

Glowin was quite embarrassed because his question created an unexpectedly cold atmosphere. In Ed’s case, he didn’t care much because he confided in him that he was an orphan, but he didn’t know that Erica had such a story. He couldn’t say that his parents were traveling after handing over the inn, so he just kept his mouth shut.

It was Erica who changed the topic.

“Well… Mr. Frozenborn, you said you would sell it without the magic stone? Can I ask what you plan to use it for?”

“Once I can, I want to expand subspace.”

“Subspace…! I heard that the necromancer in the north has a subspace magic tool. Can I take a look?”

Ed took out a necromancer license from his pocket and handed it to Erica. Erica took Ed’s necromancer license with both hands and looked at it carefully, as if receiving a valuable item. The metal plate, which looked nothing special on the outside, was a subspace magic tool that only the top Northern magic tool craftsmen could make.

Erica looked at the metal plate that said Ed Frozen Bone, a 7th-level necromancer, with the eyes of a magic tool maker, but could not figure out how to create a subspace that could be called the core. It would be helpful if the license was completely dismantled, but Erica, thinking it was rude, handed Ed the necromancer license and said,

“I think it could be done to increase the size.”

“Yes? Will that work?”

Ed thought he wanted to try it, but he didn’t think it would work. However, since I knew that Erika in front of me was not empty, I had no choice but to ask.

“Eh? Uh…. Since the license already has the coordinates of the subspace fixed, I think you can do it if you have a good magic stone to increase the size. Isn’t that why you tried to use Heavy Rock Turtle’s powerful magic stone?”

Erica was quite taken aback by Ed’s reaction, placing her hands on her chest and stepping away.

“That’s not easy, so managing necromancer licenses in Necropolis?”

“Then can I help you…?”

“Yes. Please.”

When Ed asked with sincerity, Erica involuntarily nodded.

*

On the fourth day after Ed caught the Heavy Rock Turtle, four participants, including Erica and Cardien Kidal, arrived at Les Sand. The four teams identified the Heavy Rock Turtle’s corpse, and with a reasonable price set, the auction went fast. Glowin, who came out to host, cleared her throat and said.

“Everyone must have checked the items in advance. We will start the auction with Heavy Rock Turtle’s auction of 300 million Enel.”

“Does it start with 500 million? 500 million.”

A man with a handsome beard said as one man crossed his arms and slightly raised his head.

“600 million energy…!”

Not to be outdone by him, he asked for 600 million Enel, the entire fortune Erica had. Because I signed a new contract with Ed yesterday, I could make a lot of money even if the auction failed, so I was able to borrow other people’s money easily. Erica felt strangely satisfied with herself spending 600 million energy to buy one thing.

“700 million energy.”

And that feeling faded in a second. But Erica unknowingly spent all her money and jumped in units of 100 million energy.

“800 million energy.”

“900 million energy.”

“One billion energy.”

It reached 1 billion energy in an instant and silence came. Cardien Kidal checked the three competitors, thinking that he was fortunate to be able to summon the 1 billion energy he had brought at the end. The robed woman I met yesterday was drooping, and the two men seemed a little troubled.

A man with a beard who raised the price to 500 million at first said.

“It’s a huge item, but I don’t know if it’ll cost more than 1 billion. You’ll think your eyes are good.”

The other man glanced at Cardien Kidal and turned to Glowyn, who was running the auction.

“Including magic stones, are you willing to pay up to 1.2 billion energy?”

“As previously announced, magic stones are excluded.”

“Okay. Then I’ll give up too.”

“Good.”

Cardien Kidal, who won the auction, clenched his fist and raised it. Then Glowin approached Cardien Kidal and said:

“All you have to do is remove the magic stone from Lesand’s craftsman, and he will immediately take ownership of it. What will you do?”

“Uh… wait. How do I transport this?”

The items I had to carry were too big and heavy. Seeing Cardien Kidal looking confused, Glowin said, recalling what Ed said yesterday.

“After removing the magic stone, we can move it to the station where the magic locomotive arrives.

“Let’s do that.”

During the auction, Ed, the master of the dismantling plant, and the people brought by Cardien Kidal joined forces to lift the Heavy Rock Turtle lightly. And although it was a bit of a difficult space to work in, the craftsmen went down, drilled into the ship, and took out the magic stone. Ed packed a fist-sized magic stone right into the subspace, turned Heavy Rock Turtle into a zombie, and set out to the north of Les Sand.

Because he had a strong desire to expand the subspace, Ed moved swiftly with the hope that the uninvited guest would disappear quickly.