The ghost was a pedestrian.
His name is Hans, eighteen years old.
"Ha ha, I don't know.
It's blurry anyway.
This is my first job on my own. I borrowed money in advance and made purchases, loaded a little by the time I got here, and it was coming along fine... so I fell into a rockfall. I got a clean hit to the head, so the shipment is safe. It also seems to symbolize the lack of claws.
There are also untrained sales that remain clean, and there is a remainder of my heart that I have to return the money I borrowed in advance.
"He's dead, so the person who lent him the money won't say anything loud either. You must be setting interest, including that danger.
That's what I'm going to say, but I still don't seem convinced.
"He's a grateful man...
If you ask, she lost her parents at an early age and was taken over by the merchant she was dating. So serve the so-called naive service, and be the so-called valet. The merchant's husband funded the first ex and managed to get this on his independent arrow tip.
"I didn't want to waste my sales load. If only someone could use it. I wanted to sell off the whole way and give back my money to my big husband......
I couldn't stop because I had someone to talk to. He is a good speaker. Even against children, they don't talk abusively. He's not handsome in the face either, but he's adorable. It means things have been going well so far, and maybe there's something called business talent.
"I get it. Then I'll load up the sale and take it back to the new capital. Is that all right?
With that said, his face glowed but quickly clouded.
"I'm a cleric here, so I'd like you to trust that heck.
"The denomination. Hey......
Hans from the New Capital doesn't seem to be trustworthy. Even if country priests are trusted, some "great" clerics in urban areas say, "Hey..." I guess it's a common story in all religions.
"That's what you are?
"I'm a Necromancer.
"Run," he says, fleeing about 3m. Why was this lightness not demonstrated when the rock fell? Let's just say the sales load was heavy.
Approximately approaching.
"Is that true?
"I'm talking to you, the ghost.
"I'm really here...... I hear you can use ghosts, but you haven't brought them in, have you? Doesn't that look like me?
"I'm not here right now. I have made a covenant once, but when I fulfilled my covenant, I went back to heaven.
"Aren't you going to be in service forever!
"In my case, it seems to mean that the contract is in order.
I am clearly reacting to the term contract.
After all, merchant people, when it comes to that kind of talk, they seem to get irritated. Because of my mind, I can also feel the aura thing getting bigger.
Hans opened his mouth immediately.
I don't even seem to be able to afford to play poker face. Naturally if you think about it. Because this is the divide between life and death. He's dead, though.
"Will you load the sale and deliver the money to my big husband in the new capital? The consideration that can be offered from me...... You two are young, and you're not very used to traveling? I can help you with a lot of things!
Apparently, the wind direction has changed from "untrained relief". That's right, the merchant, Mr. Hans, is getting enthusiastic about putting the contract together itself. The merchant soul of the ghost is about to push me off.
I guess I felt it even if I didn't hear it.
Philia said, "Let me purify you."
"Thanks for the untrained and the danger of evil spiritualization is great. It's for you personally. I'm sure you'll understand.
Unexpected, I also got a rushing trump card here.
"Okay. I'll give it to you already. Please.
It's a little different than what money looks like. The hope that the contract could be concluded, that the untrained could be dissolved, seems to have captured Mr. Hans. This could have been a no here.
"Okay. Then follow me. Please help me with my journey or negotiate a sale.
When I say that, I say, "Oh, can we do business again!" and overjoyed.
When she told her history, Philia sighed and still, "Well, please, Mr. Hans," she said.
Hans said, "Welcome. Pretty lady."
And try to say something else...
"If you have a problem, force it to purify. This is not a contract, it's a circular from me." I blued and shook out at Philia's words.
You're not supposed to be hearing this, but this is the right time!
So did Grandpa Tom, but to the Spirit Philia as a Pure Spiritualist (Exorcist) seems to be so horrible. With that said, it seems that Priest Johan was also slightly under pressure......
Once the contract is concluded, something telepathic seems to work between the Spirit and the Necromancer.
I understand the general circumstances and the fact that the year is near makes it easier to talk to Hans by mouth.
I bore Hans' selling load on my back. Heavy is heavy, but I don't feel so much.
"I have a knack for putting the load together.
Hans taught me.
Hans' body left behind is better...
This is just "heavy loads" for me right now.
I put him to sleep on the edge of the road and kept my hands together on his chest. Let's keep in touch by passing the Tine River.
It should be noted that Philia had put a brush on the fine paper, which was why she had it shaken in Hans' hands.
"At the request of Mr. Hans, who was dying as a result of a stone drop, we kept the load. We will turn it into money and deliver it to Bernhardt Burgmüller, president of the Burgmüller Chamber of Commerce in the new capital. Philia S., cleric to whom the Order belongs..."
I'll also make a request from Hans and take a thumbprint from the body.
Does "dying" mean, or is it convenient, that the Spirit is not completely dying more than it exists in this world?
"Trouble should be prevented as soon as possible.".
There is no such thing. I'm also used to handling bodies. Is it really a child?
It is also frightening to say that, to spare ourselves, the contents should not be adults.