After about ten minutes of walking, we came to a street where even the street lights were broken.
There were no lights in the houses next to us, all there was was candlelight, and I don't know if they couldn't afford magic lights or something else.
Faelan led me straight to the door of a mansion that looked like it was falling apart. The inside of the mansion's courtyard was full of weeds, and not even a single window was intact in the entire building.
But from the decoration on top of that building, I knew very well that this building could be said to be very luxurious in the beginning, and the people living in it were extraordinary rich even if they weren't dignitaries.
But clearly, the original owner of this house had gone through something that caused the family to decline or abandon the mansion.
"Looks like you see something."
Faolan said as he pushed open the door.
"Yes. Did something happen to this family?"
"The house was...how shall I put it, in general terms, haunted, but the church that sent out the people couldn't fix it. Later, the place was discovered by me, and I found out what was wrong with it, so I bought it as my personal laboratory. Well, can you believe that the house still needs 10 gold coins?"
"For someone who wants to get out of a nightmare, it's strange that they even charge money."
Hearing my words, Faelan turned her head curiously to look at me.
"You're really unusual, what can I say, it feels like you're overly calm."
"Because there's nothing surprising about it, is there?"
"Oh, interesting."
Said Farran, walking in.
"I wonder what you'd think if you knew there was a certain way to get some low level undead back and forth here."
Sure enough, Farran was back at his old trade here, necromancer.
Really, is Yabai afraid of being found out when he's right here?
After shaking my head to make sure no one else was nearby, I followed.
Sure enough, the living room looked very much like a haunted house, covered in cobwebs and dust, with no other hint than the footprints on the floor telling me that someone had indeed passed through here.
"This way."
The back of the stairs was glowing, and Farran beckoned me there.
I walked over with a sigh.
"I mean, is it really okay for you to just bring a random stranger inside your lair?"
"Well... at worst, it's not a big deal if I end up making you my puppet."
"Where did you get the confidence that you can defeat me..."
"Yeah? Do you need us to try before we continue?"
"Where do you get the confidence to talk like that to someone you've seen for less than a few hours?"
"Because you know Ojado and the others so well, that means you must be one of a kind, so there's nothing to fear, right?"
If you say so, I'm at a loss for words!
Thinking that, I walked over to her.
"Well, let's see what you really want me to test."
Following Faelan into the stairs that led down to the basement, a short walk down revealed something else down there.
The entire basement looked like it had been redecorated, even with whitewashed walls.
If it weren't for the bloody magical props and the strange smoky reagents that filled the air with an unpleasant smell, there wouldn't be much else wrong with it.
However, what caught my attention was a container in the left corner, the whole thing looking like one of those containers that hold monsters in Resident Evil.
Only now it wasn't some Master Lick or Tyrant inside, but a translucent looking soul.
"Hey, hey, hey... you're not..."
I asked, pointing at the translucent soul.
"Are you going to let me communicate with it?"
"Arah, I didn't realize you were exceedingly smart."
Faolan looked like I admired you very much.
"This soul seems to be carrying a very important message, he escaped from the Abyss, yes, escaped. It seems that something mutated in the abyss, causing some necromancers to be unable to perform their summoning spells, and this fellow came to earth through a crack deep in this house, so I let him be my guest."
"Crevice? Won't it be dangerous?"
"No, that rift only seems to allow some low-level undead to pass through, so it's fine."
"That's good."
It reminded me of the entrance to the abyss beneath the altar of the Aether Empire, that was a place that could only be sealed through ice, and opening the passage would definitely make the Aether Empire a dead city.
"So you're going to let me communicate with that ghost? Aren't you a necromancer and can't you communicate with the undead?"
"Well, we know the spell that commands them, but when you talk about communication, unless you're a necromancer who has become a Wraith, forget it."
Even if Faelan didn't say directly to me that she's a necromancer, but after all I've been shown, do I still need to explain?
"Yes?"
I walked up to the undead.
"I seem to have to touch it to communicate with it, is there any way to do that?"
"Or touching an undead to communicate?"
"I don't know about that, I feel like it."
I can't say I'm reading the skill description.
"That one's easy."
Faelan beckoned, and an undead was directly beside her.
"Come on."
"That's pretty convenient."
I walked over and placed my hand on that undead.
Acquired skill Undead Whisper.
Surprisingly that's still a skill... Speaking of which, the elven language from before has turned into a skill... It seems that the language learned through this way really does turn into a skill.
"By the way, that undead you summoned, doesn't he know what happened in the abyss?"
"It, ah, is an undead trapped in my realm of the dead, and not directly summoned from the Abyss, after all, the Abyss can't even summon successfully now."
Faran explained thus.
Smiling bitterly, I turned to the undead inside that jar.
Clicking on the Undead Whisper skill, I walked up to that undead.
"Yo, undead, what happened to the Abyss that made you flee to earth?"
"Eh?"
The undead was slightly surprised and looked at me closely.
"You actually know the language of the undead?"
"Well, sort of."
"Let me out! Let me out and I'll tell you!"
"You tell me what happened first, then I'll let you go."
"How do I know you'll keep your word?"
"Because the worst that can happen is for your soul to break and I'll find another undead to ask. And you don't have a choice, do you?"
"...Shit."
That undead shuddered, then looked at me.
"Well, I'll tell you, in the abyss, a forbidden race awakened, and a descendant of the undead holy angels from nowhere, found those undead holy angels hiding in the depths of the abyss, freed them, and then re-formed a new organization, united many other races inside the abyss, challenged the authority of the Demon King, and officially started a war with the Demon King. "
"........"
I pressed my temples, slowed down a little, and then continued.
"What's that holy angel of the dead called?"
"Phil, he calls himself Phil Lyn."
---An original novel by Kevin Seven Nights ----.
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