Volume 15: Organisms and Organisms and Organisms Chapter 6: Is it wrong to want to use a smurf account to look for a date on the doomsday planet?
"Phew, this feels much better. I'm not sure what kind of changes my treatment can make to this body, so it's safer to use physical means."
"Uh, yeah."
But is it really okay for a corpse like you to care about these things?
Looking at the corpse with the bandage wrapped around his throat wound, the night watchman wanted to say that this thing was worth half a month's salary, but facing such a mysterious and strange existence, he thought it would be better for him to be honest and cautious.
So when he saw the monster start to wipe the stains on his body with the fine white cotton that could be sold at a considerable price, he just covered his heart and refused to show any uncomfortable expression. The night watchman's extra income often came from these luxury goods and medical supplies used on dead bodies, which could be used as long as they were cleaned and purified with magic power. However, the time and energy consumed by the cleaning work after the absorption was completed was not something he could bear.
After all, blood is easy to get out, but corpse fluid is really hard to get. After all, there are no relevant extraction elements and capabilities.
"Hmm? Are these things valuable?"
Seeing the night watchman still showing a painful expression, the corpse who seemed unusually easy to talk to was slightly stunned, then he straightened his almost broken neck and asked seriously:
"I will compensate you with corresponding material products, but I want to ask what the financial system in your world is like? What is your cultural level? I see that you have also awakened your magic power. Do you have an army of awakened magic level? Or is it still in a state of chaos?"
"Actually, I don't know what you're talking about, but we still use gold. We've been using these things since before the War in Heaven."
"It's still gold. This is easy."
The corpse picked up a small piece of stone from the ground and held it in his hand with a smile.
"In fact, gold is not that difficult to obtain. As long as the soul reaches the second level or meets a certain level, then it can turn stone into gold like it is now."
The pale corpse smiled, squeezed hard, and then opened his palm.
Under the light, the golden light shining from the palm of the hand almost blinded the eyes of the night watchman.
Seeing the corpse throwing the gold nuggets to him without any concern, the night watchman felt the heavy weight of the gold in his arms, and completely erased the original hideous legend and face of the undead. Now he looked at this abnormal visitor with more favor. As the saying goes, the one who pays is the boss. The night watchman thought it would be better for him to follow this ancient rule.
Although it was indeed a rather strange thing to sit in a small hut and chat with a corpse when the wind was howling outside and the fog was thick all around, but looking at the gold in his arms, the night watchman felt that all the suffering and trance were bearable.
"Oh, by the way, this piece of gold is equivalent to several months of your salary?"
"About three years. "
Looking at the golden color, the night watchman also revealed a sincere smile.
"Because of the War in Heaven, gold has actually become very rare. This piece of gold is equivalent to my salary for ten years. If I were still teaching like before, it would probably take me thirty years. If this piece of gold were exchanged for land, it could buy a small building in the city."
"Really? Then you guys are doing pretty well."
Looking at the night watchman with a surprised expression, the corpse shrugged and said calmly:
"Don't get me wrong, I mean the world you are in now is actually not the worst. There are many worlds that are much worse than yours."
“…Huh? Huh?”
"Some planets will be penetrated directly, becoming a hollow hole, and all intelligent creatures on them will die. Some planets will be connected together to form a planet-level blood sacrifice formation, greatly enhancing the power of a certain demon. If you want to talk about misery, the Pale Expedition is underway, and planets and people who are more miserable than you appear every minute and every second. So there is no need to think about how miserable your own planet is. As long as you have faith, it is actually possible for one person to save a planet."
"oh……"
But I actually just wanted to express my gratitude for being able to buy a house...
Seeing that he was talking about some stories that could almost subvert the worldview of countless people on this planet, the former archaeology lecturer and now the night watchman wisely shut his mouth. The person in front of him was probably not a dead person resurrected, but a visitor from outer space. At this time, it is better to keep silent.
Although the alien in front of him seemed easy to talk to and trust, who knew what kind of person he was inside? There were records of such big figures who could be projected from the void before, and they had brought disasters or hopes to this world, but no matter what, it was not something that a small figure like the Night Watch could decide. So he just kept talking to this weird corpse about the topics he was interested in.
However, this kind of one-sided response can easily make the topic become stagnant. After talking about it for a while, the corpse seemed to have no interest in chatting anymore.
It looked around at the graves and the gatehouse where the night watchman lived, and suddenly asked:
"By the way, do you have any weapons here?"
"Yes, there are, but they are all burial objects..."
"Forget it, I'll just rub one. It's a bit unpleasant, but I'll just make do with it."
The corpse didn't want to explain why it wanted a weapon, and the night watcher didn't intend to ask. It just stood up and stretched, then stamped its feet slightly. The filthy ground surged, gradually rolled upwards, and condensed into a rock creation in the shape of a cane and handed it to the corpse.
Lifting up the gift from the earth, the strange corpse seemed to be somewhat dissatisfied with the shape of this object, knocking on the pattern on it, and with a not-so-bright light, the rock-structured stick was quickly shaped into a cold and gleaming sharp blade, with a series of patterns engraved on it along with the corpse's mood. Looking at the delicate golden runes and the blade that exuded a certain sharp aura, the corpse nodded in satisfaction, waved it in the air, making a slight cutting sound, and this prop that was enough to be called a treasure seemed to barely meet its requirements, then it was carried on its back and waved to the numb night watchman.
"Since you said that the gold is worth ten years of your salary, then take it. Then forget about me and pretend that it never happened. It's just an absurd dream at night. We'll meet again in the future. Maybe we won't meet. I just want to feel the fun I deserve in this world. You'd better not do anything unnecessary, otherwise I'll be angry."
That's it, bye.
After a friendly wave to the Night's Watch, the corpse put on the rune sword and stepped into the fog.
Looking at the corpse's majestic figure moving forward, the night watchman stretched out his hand and wanted to say something, but after thinking for a while, he put his hand down and sighed.
That's the way out of the city, you're going the wrong way...
The night watchman thought so, but still kept his mouth shut.
