Leaving the country of falling-about the fact that he was the 4th granting surgeon in the world-

In the meantime, let Ian take off the clothes of the enemy he dragged and take all his belongings.

The Necromancer is really strong, but without a corpse available on the spot, he's just a person.

"I don't like to peel a little dirty Osama."

I also have trouble with muscle machos that reek of body, like Ya, but some fat gish guys with plenty of luxury on them...

I'm not exploring the labyrinth, so I think you should at least take a bath every day.

"If you were planting a magic bag somewhere, you could get hit back. If it's on your husband, I'll take care of everything."

"No, I'll do my best. Thanks, Ian."

I don't care who they are... I'm not willing to push all my dirty work on my party buddies.

After stripping his enemies bare, he searched for the body he thought was manipulating.

As far as you can attack me, I'm supposed to be rolling around here...

As a result, the Necromancer is once again being dragged by Ian as a cheat, mass-producing his wounds and injuries.

It's a plain painful picture, but you deserve more than you lost trying to kill me.

"Ah, your husband. It looks over there, isn't it a white bone?

"Maybe you're human. I'll check!

When he approached the bones and evaluated them with all his might, he turned out to be a scientist in the Kingdom of Nazareth.

"I study sage stones in my life, sounds like I was a mad scientist. Looks like he was executed over 300 years ago as a result of his continued expropriation of a living child as a raw material."

Since the Purgatory spy incident, if I had been conscious to read to the background to be appraised, I'd be able to get a little information lately.

I can only read the strongly conscious part yet, and MP eats silly, so the cospa is bad though.

"After death, are you on the side where you are used? It's ironic."

He hears the end of Mad Scientist's path, and Ian has a chilled look on his face.

Perhaps he also created an attack on me in the course of his research, using a skull. [M]

That explains why you could have used magic.

"In the meantime, this human bone is recovered. I can't wait to throw it away and reuse it by a necromancer."

"Yes, sir."

Later, with the Necromancer, let's sell it to His Majesty the Normill or the Duke of Vonker.

It's a valuable sample, and information data and sets would buy it for a high price.

"Ugh...? Whoa, whoa, whoa!!?

"I'm not willing to hear any extra noise. Just talk to me and make it easier."

Now that the preliminary investigation has been completed, he beats up the wounded necromancer and tortures him.

This time, I intend to use rough eyed yasuri and expired spices purchased from the Lawrence Chamber of Commerce to extract information from Cospa well.

"Gahhh!? I say, I say! I'll tell you anything, forgive me already!

The enemy, whose own flesh was shredded in front of him and whose spices were rubbed into his wound, immediately began to leak information.

There are many parts of my contract with my husband that I can't talk to... but I'm going to read them forcefully with the way I ask questions and my skills.

"You've been ordered to assassinate me by my husband, Axel Alpha Bernhardt, and you've come to this country?

"Hi Whippy!!

"Yeah, so you fit in"

A breach of contract penalty seems to be causing severe pain to my body, but I have not learned about the enemy's circumstances.

"The questioning of the Kingdom of Quor should not be a monkey. How'd you get out?

"Ten sooooooooooooooo!? Forgive me already, I will die."

Tenso...... is it a transfer?

"Using a body with a transfer gift, someone in Bernhardt moved you inside Quor?

"Geaaaaa!!

"Is this correct, too? The Necromancer who moved you, is your husband, Axel Alpha Bernhardt?

"Haaahhhhhh!!

As a result of hanging on to the gaggers and loud captives, but with the tricks and questions, a whole stream of information could be collected.

You don't have to worry about pimples and cramped pigs while you take a leak a little further away.

As long as you live, you'll have no problem until you sell it to generous customers.

So he's a falling out of Bernhardt's education, and he's not recognized as a Necromancer.

He's not even treated as a Bernhardt clan, and as a servant of the clan, he's an identity used by his blood-connected parents and brothers.

"Right, sir. … but because the skills themselves can be used, they are kept and killed in a rather luxurious environment, and when they are crushed when things happen…"

For him, this was the time.

Well I failed and became a source of information......

"My husband ordered me to kill both of them, but he manipulated the body away from me at all costs."

At the price of distance, his skill will only give him simple orders, to a monotonous attack of force push….

Besides, Ian beat me to the octopus for distancing me from the only corpse I could manipulate.

"You're frightened and you can't say anything. You won't be able to beat your husband at all costs."

With that said, Ian starts cleaning up after him with water magic.

He's right, an iron ball would have sounded like an iron ball, and you should have fought for your life.

Either way, if the guy at the coits-level was nearby, the ambush would have failed because he would have noticed with signs detection.

But I don't think you've ever frightened us this far.