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“Why cows? Though there’s nothing terrible about that.”“Don’t talk nonsense. Who needs healers?” Reive knit his brows, popping another grape into his mouth. “No power, no intellect, no imagination.”There was so much poison in his voice I straightaway wanted to argue with him. But I was watching his lips almost without looking away. I watched him bite on another berry and then lick his lips.Sweet lips that can kiss so hotly...Damn it.What was he saying?“Healers save people,” I muttered hesitantly. “And necromancers deal only with the undead.”Reive pursed his lips.“And what would a healer do if a hungry undead attacked his wife in the middle of the night? Or if a burglar ready to cut your throat for a piece of bread gets into your house? Or if...”“I got it, Reive,” I interrupted him, waving my hand. “But what abou

It seemed like my heart was about to jump out of my chest from excitement. Then, it would leap along the road like a March hare.“We must give a present to his majesty, mustn’t we?” a dark grin appeared on the necromancer’s beautiful lips. “And this present will be an amazing horse ‘of a rare color, riding on which, a prince would not feel ashamed’,” Reive copied Jeff Rinelon’s words and intonations.“Errr... Reive, the horse will be dead,” I said with hesitation, looking at the dead body in the cart.“Little one, this will be its special appeal,” Reive answered with saturnine pleasure. “Okay. Enough talk.”The necromancer turned to me, and his face immediately became serious.“To read the invocation of the sixth level, you’ll need to keep a really strong thread of the Dark in your hands. A really weighty, tough and unyielding one. If you lose cont

Yeah, he didn’t really expect it. The druidic magic was so deeply dormant in the girl that simply acting on the anarel didn’t awaken it. Reciting the invocation obviously exceeded the power of her energy source as well.Having forced Angelina to pronounce the sixth-level incantation, he had hoped her golden blood would prevent the girl dying from exhaustion. Her necromancer’s anarel was empty, and that meant the druidic anarel should have come into play at the crucial moment.Nevertheless, he was wrong. Angelina was about expire right in his arms. Her anarel would have burnt her out from the inside, turning her into either a madwoman or an undead. The necromancer had to apply his own energy which had only just begun to replenish itself.Reive clenched his jaws, staring ahead almost with indifference. He was irritated and furious that he wasn’t the person he used to be. A single move of his hand couldn’t now raise those hundreds of t

“I’ll find somewhere to lay my head. Don’t worry, little one.”It seemed like the girl wanted to say something else but she remained silent. So much the better. As soon as he imagined her undressing, slowly taking off her clothes, laying on the bed... her naked body on the sheets glowing in the twilight, everything swam before his eyes.He left the guest mansion together with Zomzom as the sun finally disappeared below the horizon. That way there were fewer chances of the zombie attracting attention, and he didn’t have to bother about animals sensing the dead man.The necromancer had things to do in the city this day. Leaving the castle, he headed to the city outskirts, to where he had recently spotted the tall building of a local hospital.The old streets of the capital were as narrow as they had been seven hundred years ago. Nevertheless, the rest had changed incredibly. The dirt and the sewage that had filled every gully i

When the appointed hour approached, I kept getting more and more nervous. We left the guest mansion, accompanied by the zombie and one more servant assigned to us just today. His name was Lacier, and he stared at the silent Zomzom with some suspicion. However, he could hardly have guessed who was really keeping him company. We’d put it about that Zomzom was as dumb as a fish.We were allowed through the silver-black walls of Firel without a problem. We walked slowly along the corridors, looking at the architecture, fretwork and the castle’s interior. Reive seemed to purposely stroll slowly, so I could get used to the place. Though sometimes, when I turned to him, I caught the strange thoughtful glance he cast at the drapes, the pictures and then at the painted ceiling.Then something unexpected happened. Maybe my nearness to the necromancer contributed to this, or maybe because I was wearing Reive’s chain that absorbed magic. At a certain moment, I bl