The skeleton was wearing a gorgeous black and gold robe, holding a staff, standing at the black gate, with red light flashing in its hollow eye sockets.
Time stagnation is the ultimate magic developed by the necromancer Ambrose from dark magic.
The magic range can cover a radius of 500 meters. After time stops, everything within 500 meters is in a static state and can be slaughtered by anyone. Only the magician himself can walk in the cracks of time.
Ambrose cast the time stagnation magic in the nail salon. Humans, monsters, demons, and even dragons all sat in place like still objects, but there was an ordinary human here who was not affected by magic at all.
Ambrose was confused. Why could this human still move?
The visitor was not friendly. Lu Yao held the nail knife tightly.
Although the Necromancer was caught, the dragons and demons were unable to help, which was a bit difficult to deal with.
However, compared with the Lord Demon, the Necromancer did not seem to be scary.
When the Demon first came, he was dressed in rags and was far less stylish than this Necromancer. However, Lu Yao and the staff of the snack bar could clearly feel a huge sense of oppression.
Lu Yao thought about the Lord Demon, and then looked at the Necromancer in front of her, and she actually felt that she could do it.
When she was reading the magic book, she deliberately learned several offensive magics, but she had never used them.
The Necromancer's magic can stop time, but for some reason, it has no effect on her.
Most magicians are not good at close combat, and Clarissa is probably a special case.
But the undead are a little more troublesome. They are dead creatures, living in the world in the form of undead, and the flesh is no longer a constraint.
I'm afraid that no matter how many times she fights, this necromancer will still stand up.
Lu Yao suddenly had a guess that the other worlds with star gates can communicate with each other, and perhaps the power of the demon god also has an effect in this world.
She took out the finger bone given to her by the demon god from the warehouse and slowly approached the necromancer. As
soon as the demon god's little finger appeared, the temperature around him dropped sharply.
It was a chill that struck the soul directly, as if some terrible thing that did not belong to this world had appeared.
The necromancer's red eye sockets trembled, glanced at Lu Yao's hand, and took a step back, "Could it be..."
He wavered.
Lu Yao raised his snow-white finger bones, his thoughts and expression were unusually calm: "This shop is just an ordinary nail salon, and it should have nothing to do with you. I am not going to ask you the purpose of coming here, but please leave immediately, otherwise..."
As soon as the voice fell, Lu Yao's mind moved, and a red number appeared above the head of the Necromancer.
Sure enough, the Demon God is the real God of Death.
The Necromancer retreated again, with only the dry claws raised, waving hurriedly, "Calm down, please calm down! Let's talk it over."
This human actually held the sickle of death. Not only had she been to the land of the underworld and met the god of death, she also received the gift of the gods.
How terrible it is!
In the main hall outside the door, a streak of black flame ignited from the tip of Harold's hair, breaking the shackles of time bit by bit.
Amid a hissing sound like shattering glass, Harold blinked and looked around.
Sikin, Tina, the demon and the slime were still standing still like still objects. Thinking of Lu Yao, he immediately stood up and rushed into the laboratory.
Looking up, he saw the necromancer blocking the door. He punched him with a dragon claw carrying black flames, burning through the gorgeous robe.
"Kala La--"
Broken bones scattered all over the ground, the black flames were still spreading, and the skull rolled to Lu Yao's feet.
The key to the undead is not the body. Even if the skeleton is broken into a pile, it can still stand up again.
But Harold's black flame can burn flesh and bones, as well as the souls of the dead.
Ambrose's eyes flashed red, and he tried to look at Lu Yao, his jaw opening and closing, trying to say something.
Harold kicked the skull away and turned to look at Lu Yao, "Are you okay?"
Lu Yao looked at the miserable state of the necromancer and shook his head. Then he was a little surprised that Harold actually escaped from the necromancer's time magic.
The little black dragon is quite powerful.
She exhaled slowly, suppressed her shock, and put away the demon's finger bones. She only held a manicure knife in her hand and shook her head, "I'm fine."
Harold imitated Lu Yao's usual behavior, grabbed her hand to check if she was injured, and walked around her. After making sure that she was really okay, he slowly let go of his worries.
Harold rushed in and interrupted Ambrose.
The time stagnation magic was automatically lifted, and the dragons, demons, slimes and humans revived.
Ambrose was kicked against the wall by Harold, and a hole was knocked out of his skull. He turned around and wanted to speak.
With a "click", Sikin rolled over his bones, and Tina also walked in slowly.
The half-demon Clarissa held a huge red sickle, the blade touched the floor, and it made a shuddering sound when dragged.
Mumu and Eugenia were slow to react, and when they moved to the door, Ambrose had already been beaten several times.
The red light in the eyes of the necromancer was clearly extinguished, and he looked like he had no desire to live.
Lu Yao saw that it was almost time, and said, "Stop for a while."
Si Jin narrowed his eyes into a thin slit, and said in a cold voice, "The owner can't bear to see these, drag them to the deserted mountains for disposal."
Tina's red eyes flashed a light, "Just throw them to the teacher."
A hundred years ago, some humans plotted against the dragon.
Now, the undead are also courting death. Do they really think they are immortal?
Clarissa raised the scythe and tapped it against the floor, her lips curled up a little, "I can actually do things like harvesting souls."
Mumu frowned and raised her little claws: "Chiji!"
Only Eugenia's face turned pale, thinking that her colleagues were different from usual.
Ambrose's skull was kicked around like a football by dragons and demons.
When he was approached by the human race, they asked him to solve a small store of ordinary human race.
After the deal was done, all the high-level magic gems and precious herbs in the store, such as the Extreme Crystal and the Radiant Crystal, belonged to him.
Ambrose wanted the Extreme Crystal, and after hesitating for a while, he decided to come here.
He should have thought of it earlier, how could a treasure that only a dragon could find appear in an ordinary human store?
At this moment, he felt nothing but regret in his heart.
Lu Yao sighed and spoke again: "That... I understand you very well, in fact, I am also very angry. But I think this kind of physical torture is too insignificant for the undead."
Si Jin knew that the owner's ideas were often different from others, so he stopped and asked, "What does the owner want to do?"
Tina and Clarissa also stopped and turned to look at Lu Yao.
Even Ambrose tilted his head slowly, and a feeling similar to expectation flashed in his hollow eye sockets.
The human race has limited vision. No matter what kind of cruel punishment is proposed, it will never be more terrible than being handed over to the dragon's family.
Lu Yao supported his chin with his fingers and said lightly: "Give him a manicure, the most avant-garde and fashionable one. If you are still not satisfied by then, you can do whatever you want to him, and I won't say anything more."
For the mission, she really racked her brains.
It took Ambrose a while to gather his body again. The black and gold robe was already tattered.
He didn't dare to dislike it, nor did he dare to take out a new piece of clothes. He casually put on the old robe and tried to look pitiful.
In front of the powerful dragon, the necromancer had to surrender.
What's more, there is the human holding the Scythe of Death.
The necromancer didn't know what manicure was, but from what the owner said, it seemed to be a very humiliating form of punishment.
He sat at the workbench by the window, and the warm sunlight shone on the exposed bones, causing a slight sting.
Ambrose did not have the power to choose the style, and he stretched out his bony hands, not knowing what would be done to him, and felt depressed.
The powerful necromancer had not fallen into such an embarrassing situation for a long time.
Surrounded by dragons, he dared not complain.
Tina and a few others came over, looking at Ambrose's bare finger bones, a little confused.
Eugenia: "He has no nails, what should we do?"
Tina: "Just grind it, there are only bones left anyway, use a knife to carve out the ridges of the nails, and then you can paint it.
" Mumu: "It doesn't look good after grinding, it's too shallow. His bones are too thin, you can't make any patterns."
Eugenia: "..."
Often I feel out of tune with my colleagues because I'm not perverted enough.
Ambrose: "..."
These dragons are too much, even slimes are so arrogant, sob.
Lu Yao: "...Let's make wear armor, and fix it with a magic circle after drawing it."
Usually, nail plates are used for practice. Tina and the others thought that nail plates were specially used for practice, and they didn't know about wear armor.
Lu Yao took out the plastic nail plates and compared them with Ambrose's finger bones to shape the nail plates.
Mumu was right. The necromancer's finger bones were too thin. Normal-sized nails could not be used at all. They had to be trimmed very small to fit.
Lu Yao thought it would not look good if it was too small, so he started drawing after trimming it to a suitable shape, and then reduced it when it was done.
The dragon originally thought that doing nails for the undead was not a punishment. They all liked to do manicures, and such a beautiful thing should be a reward.
He obeyed just to give the owner face. He planned to wait for the owner to finish the manicure for the necromancer before finding a chance to beat him up.
But now, looking at the undead without nails, waiting eagerly for the nails to be put on, they did look a bit pitiful.
Lu Yao said he wanted to make an avant-garde and fashionable style, so he chose a style that had not been made here before - sexy leopard pattern nails.
After the nails are polished and primed, tracing is added layer by layer, and lighting is applied to add details.
Lu Yao didn't intend to look ugly, but the leopard-printed nails are too fashionable and look very classy.
The residents of Alexandria may not be able to appreciate this kind of beauty, as can be seen from the fact that no one has chosen this style for so long.
For this reason alone, it may really be a punishment for the Necromancer.
When the manicure was halfway done, there was a sudden commotion outside.
The door of the nail salon was slammed open, and Hongtong, the captain of the Hongtong team, and Norman, the captain of the Black Eagle team, walked in, accompanied by more than 20 platinum-level adventurers.
Hongtong's eyes swept around the store, and when he saw the Necromancer surrounded by people, he didn't say a word.
Norman saw Clarissa sitting at the table, his face was cold and ugly, "Clarissa, you are really here. What kind of magic potion did the owner of this store feed you to make you fall to this point? The guild leader promised to return the hero badge to you, now come back with me."
Lu Yao looked up and saw that the door panel was knocked crooked, and frowned slightly.
When she was not in the store, external force could not force the door to be broken.
But if she was in the store, the door of the store was an ordinary door panel. The star gate would not be affected by violent destruction, but the door panel would be damaged.
The necromancer had just finished making trouble, and the adventurer came again. It was really endless.
Without waiting for Clarissa to express his opinion, Si Jin walked over slowly, counting on his fingers. "You broke my door, you should have been prepared to be beaten, right?"
Norman snorted coldly, not taking Si Jin seriously at all. "So what if it broke? We accepted the mission, not only to break the door, but also to burn down the store."
Si Jin narrowed his eyes, and his golden round pupils slowly shrank into vertical pupils.
The human race is really disgusting, greedy, evil, and arrogant.
Clarissa didn't dare to look at the owner's expression, summoned the red sickle, turned around and walked out.
Hongtong stood in front of Clarissa, with a look of contempt, "As a fellow hero-level adventurer, I feel sorry for you."
Clarissa chuckled, red light flickered in her eyes, "You don't really think you can beat me, do you?"
She became a hero-level because there is no higher level than the hero-level.
And Hongtong needs to work hard to improve her strength to keep the title of hero-level. Hongtong
's face twisted, summoned her weapon, raised her hand and chopped down.
Clarissa crossed her arm to take it, and Hongtong's giant axe chopped on her arm.
With a "clang" sound, the axe blade was chipped.
Clarissa grabbed Hongtong's collar with her backhand, purple lightning lingered on her arm, and a "hissing" sound of electricity flowing through it was heard. The next second, she threw him out of the store and looked coldly at the platinum-level adventurers around her.
Outside the door, Hongtong half-raised his body, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale. He was completely defeated.
This group of adventurers were confident of their own strength and were led by a hero-level adventurer. They came with full confidence and thought they would be able to ravage the store this time.
Because they wasted many days, they failed to complete the task.
Many adventurers resented the nail salon and thought to themselves that before burning the store, they would humiliate the owner and the staff.
At this moment, everyone's legs went weak, their faces were terrified, and they forgot all their little tricks.
Even Hongtong couldn't fight back, so what were they?
Si Jin slowly walked in front of Norman, his five fingers transformed into dragon claws, and golden dragon breath lingered on the claws, "You just said - you want a barbecue?"
Norman stared at the golden dragon claw, his lips opened and closed, but no sound came out.
He was actually a low-ranking knight in the temple. He was instructed by his superiors to control Clarissa, so he left the temple and became an adventurer.
Over the years, 80% of the tasks completed by Clarissa came from the instructions of his superiors.
The same is true for this A-level mission, but no one expected that Clarissa, who had always obeyed orders, would take the initiative to leave the team.
Norman thought that Clarissa was still the same as before, and would immediately feel guilty after being criticized by him, and then let him do whatever he wanted.
Clarissa had changed, becoming like a demon.
What was even more terrifying was that this store not only had demons, but also dragons.
If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe that there were dragons in the empire.
Back then, the Kinkley family made a contract with the dragon, defended the empire, and was honored.
Countless people envied them, and some secretly explored the dragon's whereabouts, trying to become the second person to sign a contract with the dragon.
But nearly a hundred years later, dragons disappeared from the empire.
Gradually, rumors spread that because the Kinkley clan drove dragons at will, the dragon clan hated this country.
But he only dared to say this in private, because the current Majesty was the eldest prince who was saved by the dragon on the battlefield.
He firmly believed that the dragons loved the empire.
But in fact, since the death of the dragon-slayer warrior Kinkley, even the dragon that had made a contract with the human race disappeared.
His Majesty now listens to the advice of his successor and firmly believes that one day, the new dragon will once again make a contract with the Kinkley clan to protect the empire.
Norman originally thought that it was impossible for there to be another dragon in the world willing to sign a contract with the human race.
But there is a dragon in this store, and combined with the instructions from his superiors, he seemed to have discovered a huge conspiracy.
But Norman didn't have the mind to think about it anymore, the dragon was staring at him.
The people from the Adventurer's Guild were dragged to the deserted mountains by Si Jin and Clarissa, and they must have had a profound and unforgettable night.
In the store, Harold and Tina lay on both sides of Lu Yao, with no intention of going out to help.
The necromancer Ambrose was restless, and the nails on the owner's hands gradually had patterns.
The pattern was really a bit... wild, they actually wanted to stick this kind of thing on his finger bones, it was too embarrassing.
Ambrose looked at Lu Yao's hand, his eyes slowly moved upwards, it was not his illusion, the aura of this human was really strange.
He was also puzzled by the fact that she was not affected by the magic of time stagnation.
His ultimate magic could even trap dragons, so there was no reason why it would not work on a human.
Even if she had the Scythe of Death, it shouldn't be like this.
He actually had a guess in his mind, but it was too incredible.
Even the high priest of the empire who was famous in this continent couldn't do it.
But if his guess was true, staying with this human, perhaps he could glimpse a corner of the abyss of magic.
On the transparent nail plate, irregular black and white leopard patterns crisscrossed into one piece, wild and unrestrained, Lu Yao actually thought it looked very beautiful.
First, draw two kinds of magic circles, light and dark, on the upper and lower parts of the nail plate that can withstand the surge of magic power, and then draw a fixed magic circle at the bottom.
No glue is needed, these nail plates will automatically stick to the nails.
When you get it, you can draw a reverse magic circle and take it off easily.
Ambros stretched out his hand reluctantly, and Lu Yao took the nail plate and gently placed it on top of his finger bone. The nail plate automatically shrank and then attached to his bone.
When the nail plate was placed on the nail plate, it looked normal. When
it was placed on the nail, a neat and uniform piece of exquisite leopard pattern fell off because of the different lengths of the nails.
In Ambros' empty eye sockets, the red eyes shrank slightly, and he flexed and stretched his finger bones unconsciously.
An unexpected color was added to the claws that were always bald, as if... it was really... a little beautiful?
He looked down for a while and felt that something was missing.
After a while, he took out a treasure chest from the skeleton, grabbed a handful of gold rings inlaid with various gems, and put them all into the finger bones.
Ten fingers were immediately glittering with jewels, and with the arrogant leopard-print nail art, the necromancer looked even more stylish.
"I like this." Ambrose stared at his fingers for a long time and blurted out.
Harold grabbed the necromancer's hand. He was a little proud at first. The nail art made by Lu Yao was of course beautiful, but he didn't want to show it. He frowned stiffly, so that his expression was a little distorted: "Since you like it, then take it off."
Ambrose: "!!!"
The three apprentices were also very surprised. They would subconsciously skip the leopard-print style when they were learning before.
Even if they liked the owner very much, it was difficult for them to compliment that the style was beautiful, and they didn't want to learn it.
But the necromancer completely grasped the rough and delicate feeling.
The manicure is beautiful, but a little picky.
Harold chased after Ambros to remove his nails. Ambros covered his claws and ran around the room, finally stopping in front of Lu Yao.
"Owner, I've thought about it. I want to work in the nail salon, please take me in."
He wanted to stay with this human and wait for the opportunity to explore the magic of the abyss.
And this thing called manicure is more interesting than he thought.
Lu Yao: "... In other words, is there a possibility that this is a nail salon instead of a shelter for aliens?"
Ambrose sat in front of Lu Yao, his aura heavy, and suddenly there was a sense of unfathomable meaning, "If I am not mistaken, you should be on a journey. There is a certain unknown aura entangled in your body, close to death. And I am a necromancer, maybe one day in the future, you will need my help."
Tina suddenly hugged Lu Yao, and Mumu also stretched out her little claws, tightly pinched the corner of Lu Yao's clothes, and made a worried "chi" sound.
Harold's face darkened, and he punched Ambrose hard, snorted coldly, and squeezed Mumu to sit next to Lu Yao.
Lu Yao did not take the necromancer's words to heart.
In a sense, she was indeed entangled by something unknown.
That thing was a system that emptied her savings and forced her to open shops in other worlds.
System: [……]
It was obviously the host who made the wish.
Ambrose was determined to stay in the nail salon, but the unfathomable prophecy failed to impress the owner.
In the end, he gave a reason that Lu Yao could not refuse.
Lu Yao will also go to another world to open a shop, and it is impossible for her to stay in the nail salon all the time. By then, the magic nail art she developed will be abandoned.
The magic circle she constructed personally has strict use conditions and is limited to dark magicians and light magicians.
Ambrose is a dark magician with a high level of prowess. He can learn the dark magic circle and undertake part of the production of magic nail art.
Lu Yao only needs to find another light magician to work with him, and he can continue to develop magic nail art.
The little black dragon also has a dark attribute, but he only likes Lu Yao to do his nail art for him, and has no interest in the profession of nail artist.
Lu Yao will not force him, and excellent dark magicians are indeed rare.
After a little consideration, Lu Yao gave in.
The undead icons on the atlas were lit up, and Lu Yao counted them. There were still demons, blood clans, fairies... and a black icon missing, which Tina didn't seem to mention last time.
Because Mumu was here, Lu Yao didn't worry about the demon icon for the time being.
If she couldn't meet a suitable demon, she would make a set of wearable armor for Mumu.
The little slime put on the wearable armor, and the picture... was a little bit broken and cute.
Mumu always has a round and smooth face, and wearing nail tips seems a bit too sharp.
If she really wants to do Mumu's nails, she will definitely design them well.
In the evening, after leaving the nail salon, Lu Yao went to the snack bar.
She has been too busy recently, and she has been here much less often than before.
The captain of the guard was sitting by the window and turned his head when he heard the voice.
The snack bar was closed, and the captain of the guard was here, probably waiting for her. Lu Yao
walked over, "What can I do for you?"
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