"When we get to Gospel, you will be in charge of corpse handling with me, and then I will find you a part-time job cleaning up death scenes. There are no books on the necromancer faction, and you have to rely on practical operations to get started. Corpse handling can help you master the physiological characteristics of various races the fastest."

Chikara nodded repeatedly and asked, "Teacher, will the death scene cleaning be of any help to the Undead faction?"

Harvey thought about it carefully and shook his head: "It doesn't help."

The orc was stunned: "Then why do I have to work part-time as a death scene cleanup?"

"Huh?" Harvey looked puzzled. "You ask why... Death scene cleaning is fun."

"Play?"

"Yes, you can see most of the death scenes through this part-time job. People who hang themselves will have feces and urine flowing all over the ground along their legs due to gravity and incontinence. People who drown will have a gigantism, and that swollen posture is very breathtaking. People who have been dead for several days in high temperatures will become a breeding ground for maggots. When you turn over his head and see maggots and flies coming out of his mouth, nose, and eyes, it's really... wow..."

Harvey was talking in a leisurely and fascinated manner, even licking his lips, and no one knew what he was thinking of. However, he saw that the orc had a very serious expression, so he asked, "Don't you think this is interesting?"

"Because you are my mentor now, I don't want to say anything too harsh." Chikala said.

"But," Harvey thought for a moment, "but I became a necromancer by dealing with death scenes."

"Since it won't help the Undead faction, we can just skip it."

"But, handling death scenes is very meaningful." Harvey gave an example: "For example, I once handled a murder case in a shared apartment. There were six people who were good friends, and five of them were killed in the apartment. I cleaned the scene very well, even washing away the blood splattered on the wall. The only survivor must have felt at ease when he saw such a clean apartment."

Will the survivors really still live in that apartment?

Chikala said, "Teacher, do you mean that I can learn to respect life and understand death from cleaning up death scenes?"

Harvey was startled, then nodded: "Yes, that's right, that's what I mean."

"Oh well."

Chikala glanced at Harvey and added, "It does sound interesting."

"That's right." Harvey felt that this orc had become much more pleasing to the eye. "You have a talent for the Undead faction. You will definitely be able to become a lackey of the great Haagen-Dazs like me."

At this time, Harvey's lower body also regenerated, but only his right hand was restored among his limbs. After all, Chikara didn't have much magical power left.

“So are we going to the kingdom of the gospel in the future?”

"Well, after all, the Queen of Gospel is Ash's daughter." Harvey said, "If you want to settle down, Gospel is the best choice."

The orc was stunned for a moment, thinking for a moment before asking, "Queen, is she the most powerful person in the country? Just like the Age of Gods?"

"That's right."

"The Queen is Mr. Ash's daughter?"

"That's right."

"How did you end up in Senro?" the orc asked from the bottom of his heart.

"Ash always triggers some strange events. I'm used to taking sudden trips with them." Harvey warned his only disciple: "If you don't want to die, stay away from Ash in the future."

"But mentor, aren't you a close friend of Mr. Ash?"

"I'm not afraid of death," Harvey said. "The main reason I went with him was because I thought he could give me a grand death."

The orc began to regenerate his left hand and said, "Because it's fun to travel with Mr. Ash and Mr. Igula, right?"

“Although it’s called traveling, most of the time we’re on the run, being hunted, lurking, or even being enslaved. There’s always some danger hanging over our necks.” The necromancer said, “But it’s true that it’s not boring. When you’re with them, even if you have a destination, you can’t reach the end, because you never know when they’ll have a new idea.”

"But you don't hate it, do you?"

"How can I hate it?" Harvey chuckled, "I just crave this kind of surprising life of fighting death. I didn't die this time, but maybe I can next time."

"Teacher, you should cherish your life more." Chikala didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "At least don't die before you finish teaching me."

"If you really have to die, there's nothing you can do about it." Harvey said leisurely, "When the time comes, die seriously. When the time comes, you should keep my body well. It is not only your mentor, but also your teaching material and even more so your tool."

Qikala knew that he could not convince the necromancer, so he thought for a moment and said, "Teacher, do you know what position I held in the Holy Temple of Fire?"

"Isn't it the Bishop?"

"Bishop is a rank, not a position." The orc said, "My position is hospice caregiver."

Harvey was stunned: "Hospice care?"

"Most Senluo people can only live to the age of 28, and then they will quickly lose their physiological functions." Chikala said: "From losing the ability to work to death, it will take about 30 days. Unless you commit suicide, these 30 days are very painful for anyone."

Harvey nodded. Death was one thing, but waiting for death to come in thirty days was another.

"The Fire Tribulation Temple does not advocate suicide, so in order to allow them to embrace death with peace of mind, there is a position of hospice caregiver." Chikala pointed at himself with his thumb: "Therapists are basically hospice caregivers. To be honest, everyone has praised my hospice care service!"

Harvey was a little confused: "Even if someone gave a bad review, they're dead..."

"So if there are hospice care workers in the Gospel Kingdom, I highly recommend that you take a part-time job. Even if there are none, you can still provide similar services." The orc said, "The reason why I cherish life so much is because I have seen too many people cling to life before they die. After all, even ordinary people want to live so much, how can we magicians give up so easily?"

Harvey finally understood what Chikara meant. He thought about it and nodded: "I will be a hospice care worker, and you will work part-time as a death scene cleaner."

"It's a deal." The orc stretched out his hand. "But the end-of-life care in our Fire Temple is definitely the most professional. We even have elegies for the living. I'll teach you later..."

Harvey stretched out his hand, but at that moment the earth and sky shook violently and his hand hit nothing.

Suddenly, a huge crack appeared in the sky and earth, and Chikara was right at the edge of the crack. The orc reacted very quickly, spreading his virtual wings, unfolding his sanctuary, and activating the miracle of movement. He did everything he could, but he was still like being washed away by an invisible torrent, and inevitably flowed into the crack.