"You killed them all?"
"Oh, sorry, I almost forgot they were dead people."
After a pause, Vega, realizing what was happening, asked again:
"Didn't you want to learn necromancy? How can you become a necromancer if you don't enslave these undead?"
Victor stretched out a hand, and a gust of wind blew the ground open, gradually creating a small crater.
At the same time, he calmly said:
“They are the servants of the Duke of Barlow, and have nothing to do with me.”
“Even if I can make them submit, they still bear the mark of ‘others’.”
"In that case, we might as well wipe them all out."
Vega was a little confused. What was wrong with other people's things?
If you snatch it, then it's yours, isn't it?
But Viktor simply continued:
"There are many ways to become a necromancer, not just this one."
Besides, it's impossible for Grand Duke Balor not to teach Aurelion his necromancy.
He can just spend more money to learn from Aurelion then.
Then, Victor looked at the dent that had been turned up by the wind, and a golden ear of wheat appeared out of thin air in his palm.
"Besides, all I want is a piece of land."
Vega stared at the wheat ears for a long time, his brain momentarily blanking for a few seconds.
As if realizing Viktor's actions, it couldn't help but speak:
“Victor, you’re really crazy.”
"Is that so?"
The wheat ear slipped from Victor's hand and slowly floated into the crater, hovering in mid-air.
The wind blew up, and the soil flew through the air, filling the depressions again.
Only a single golden ear of wheat stood in the loose soil, swaying gently in the breeze.
"I think so too."
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