Coming out of the School of Necromancer, Carl threw five gold coins up and down, enjoying Lisanna's admiring gaze.

I killed 13 medium-sized wild boars for less than 3 gold coins, but 6 dried wild boar corpses and a large wild boar skeleton with a broken skull were sold for 5 gold coins.

Only if the meat of 13 wild boars is added, according to the current price of 9 copper coins per catty of ordinary pork, the meat of a wild boar is about 300 catties, which is a little more.

"Here, this is your reward. How does it feel to earn your own money?"

"Great! Great! I want to eat the cooked cheesecake from the cafeteria! Two!"

Lisanna couldn't let go of the 4 gold coins she got.

"Okay, go back to the dormitory and distribute the wild boars to the fellow villagers. When you become proficient in the business, take them to do tasks and earn money. After all, the funds that the Druid Academy gives you for your activities are limited, so you should increase income and reduce expenditure!"

To be honest, the reward for completing the mission was not even as valuable as the intelligence headband Carl had made for the rangers before.

More than twenty intelligence headbands can be sold for about 20,000 gold coins.

However, it might be precisely because of this incident that the two ranger instructors felt psychological pressure, so they became more frugal.

Back in the dormitory, Carl asked Lisanna to distribute the wild boar meat to the other rangers, while he lay on the bed, thinking about the subsequent upgrade of V.

"A single attribute is still too easy to be restrained. We need to give V some versatile weapons!"

With this thought in mind, Carl fell into a dream.

…

Deep in the forest east of the city of Akanix, a coffin surrounded by banshees was suddenly opened with a violent shaking, and a skinny elf sat up from it.

"Has the Emerald Claw's men not arrived yet? It looks like I've been tricked."

Standing up from the coffin, the elf muttered to himself in a hoarse voice.

He was dressed in clothes similar to those of an Egyptian pharaoh and his face was covered with gold powder.

All signs indicate that he should be a necromancer from the elven kingdom.

The elves of Eberron believe in the spirits of their ancestors, and the Immortal Court, composed of legendary undead, is the core of their faith.

Because of this, the elves' achievements in necromancy are as profound as their explorations in the druidic path.

At this moment, the banshees suddenly floated to his side and whispered.

There was no pattern to the random tones, but the elven wizard nodded repeatedly as he listened.

"You sound like a top student from Arkanix. Ha! It looks like it's time to leave. If I provoke the wizards of Arkanix, I won't be able to explain my purpose even if I have a hundred mouths."

With a wave of his hand, the banshees turned into streams of light and were collected into a certain space equipment.

Looking at the corpses of the banshees, the elven wizard sighed.

"Although you were all sinners in your lifetime, I will not let your corpses lie exposed in the wilderness forever."

As he spoke, he waved his arms and chanted a spell.

The earth surged, the corpses of the banshees were buried, and the magic circle on the ground disappeared.

After doing all this, the elven wizard looked up at the place hidden by the branches.

"Everyone says that the Emerald Claw is loyal to the Blood of Vol, but I, the Seeker of the Blood of Vol (the self-proclaimed name of the followers of the Blood of Vol), was fooled by the Emerald Claw."

With narrowed eyes, the elven wizard walked out of the coffin.

The original Blood of Vol was founded by the elf Elandris de Vol.

Therefore, a large proportion of the sect’s initial high-level leaders were elves.

But because it grew stronger in Karrnath, the current situation within the Blood of Vol is actually similar to that of Catholicism and Protestantism.

This was not the case with some of the priests who joined the sect during the Karrnath period.

"We need to discuss this matter with the other old guys. The Blood of Vol must be cut with the Emerald Claw!"

Pinching a handful of dragon crystal dust from a dimensional bag, the elven wizard chanted a spell and teleported away.

…

In a secret room in Fairhaven, the Blood of Vol priest from Karrnath suddenly shuddered.

He always felt as if he was being targeted by some unknown malicious intent, but he could not figure out the source of this malicious intent.

"The great Queen of the Dead!"

After praying to the true controller of the Emerald Claw, the priest stood up and walked out of the hidden room.

Outside the house, a very sloppy-looking male warrior was taking a nap.

Noticing the pastor coming out, he quickly wiped his saliva and stood up from the chair.

"Has anything happened recently that is unfavorable to the Emerald Claw? The attack on the master of the Tower of Wonders doesn't count! Really, is the guy who came up with this idea completely brain-dead?"

Hearing his current boss disparaging his former boss, the sloppy man smiled apologetically.

"Haha! His brain is really about to rot. Well, as far as I know, nothing should have happened. Part of the structure of the Phantom Device has been successfully transmitted back to the headquarters, and his subordinates have stopped their activities recently."

"That's strange. My sudden impulse can't be fake. Could it be that Andel has some other plan waiting for us? You! Go and find out!"

After assigning tasks to his subordinates, the priest did not stop and turned back to the secret room.

The scribbled man's expression twisted for a moment, but when he thought of the priests' perception, he quickly calmed his expression.

"Investigate? How can my men be capable of this? Wait, I remember there are many private detectives in Fairhaven. Let's try one of them."

Having said that, the man walked out of the room.

On the busy street outside the house, a group of students from the acting department of Wennern University were holding a performance.

Although they were defeated completely last time when facing the Master of the Strange Machinery Tower, these young people have not given up yet.

However, compared to the beginning, their number has decreased a lot.

Some people have already figured out the advantages that the phantom device can bring to them, and are now actively contacting scriptwriters, preparing to ride the tide of the times to become famous.

Those who have not yet understood the key continue to carry out useless work that goes against the times.

Following the direction of the actors, a shop called Zayk Private Detective Agency caught the man's attention.

"The other party must be quite capable to open a shop in this place. Okay, let's go with this one. At worst, we can just kill him!"

With a step that showed he didn't recognize anyone, the man walked out of the house and headed towards the private detective agency.

"jingle"

The bell on the door rang as the door was opened, and a brown-haired woman in a tweed coat walked out of the room.

The woman had a delicate face and a tall figure. When she saw the man entering the room, she frowned.

It was not because the other person was dressed too sloppily, but because she noticed something "abnormal" about him from some of his features.

'There are light sunburn marks on his face, but only on half of his face. He might be a sailor, but his walking posture doesn't seem like he has been on a ship. I think he is the Emerald Claw.'

(End of this chapter)