"What did you do to me?"

Yin Sabel asked angrily.

If eyes were a knife, Hudson would have been chopped into pieces.

She was filled with rage, but her body fell limp, leaving her unable to muster any strength to resist.

The whole person fell into Hudson's arms, and the angry beautiful eyes added a bit of charm, making the scene look particularly warm.

Reaching out and pinching the pink little face in front of him, Hudson said with a smile:

"I'm sorry, Miss Yin Sabel. You are so charming that people can't help but..."

"Forget it, you won't believe the truth. Then tell me something you want to believe!

I am a timid person by nature.

For the sake of safety, I can only feel sorry for you before I figure out your origin.

But you can rest assured that I did not drug you.

As a knight, I still understand these rules.

I just learned a little magic recently, but I haven't had time to use it yet, so I asked Miss Yin Sabel to help me test the effect today.

Pure negative energy will only make you temporarily lose your ability to resist, and will do no harm to your body.

As long as you answer a few of my questions properly, your body will recover in a while. After all, I am also compassionate."

The simple introduction fell into Yin Sabel's ears, but it was like falling into the abyss. She said tremblingly:

"Are you a necromancer?

This is impossible!

How could there be such a young undead mage?

Unless...you...are not Viscount Hudson..."

The more she thought about it, the more terrifying she felt. Yin Sabel's face instantly turned pale, and in the end even her voice became intermittent.

If magicians who pursue the truth are a group of research madmen, then necromancers are a group of lunatics.

Falling into the hands of Hudson, Yin Sabel can still work hard to save herself.

She thought she had a good understanding of a man's thoughts. Without hatred, few people with such a delicate beauty like her could be so cruel.

But facing an undead mage who has lived for who knows how many years, the so-called beauty is a joke.

Those mages who deal with corpses every day are different. Under the corrosion of Yin Qi, their bodies may have lost their functions long ago.

Without the bargaining chip she was proud of, Yin Sabel could only perform as well as an ordinary woman.

"Miss Yin Sabel, there are some things you shouldn't say nonsense. For the sake of being so beautiful, I'll give you another chance.

Which force does the mysterious organization behind you belong to?

If you can't say it directly, that's okay. I'll give you the answer, and you can do the multiple-choice questions. If you don't want to answer directly, you can just hint.

After all, I am the most affectionate person. How can I introduce business to my friends without knowing the identity of the transaction partner?

If you don't object, I'll treat it as if you agree.

Holy See?

Frankish Kingdom?

Dante's Kingdom?

Or maybe Caesar III?

…”

He mentioned all the major human forces on the Aslant continent in one breath, but Yin Sabel didn't see any reaction.

Hudson frowned, his big hands became restless, and Yin Sabel was so frightened that she hurriedly explained: "Sir, I really don't know!

There has always been a single line of communication with the mysterious organization. Apart from the contact person, I don’t know who the other members are.

Judging from the tasks completed over the years, I can only make a rough guess that it may be related to the Holy See. As for whether it is true or false, I really have no way to determine!"

It was obvious that she was really frightened. Death was not the most terrifying thing when she fell into the hands of a necromancer. What was even more terrifying was that even after death, the soul would not be able to rest in peace.

"I understand, it turns out you are just a pawn. It seems that just talking about this interest-earning deal with you will be difficult to achieve.

Take this pill. Go back and tell your superiors and ask them to send someone who can make the decision to come and talk."

After saying that, regardless of whether Yin Sabel wanted it or not, Hudson fed her the pills.

Her body gained a little strength, but Yin Sabel still didn't dare to move. She lay down in Hudson's arms and asked softly: "Sir, what is this pill?"

"Don't worry, this is a good thing. As long as you obey, nothing will happen.

It is no longer hundreds of years ago when we met people from the Holy See and we could become friends. After the transaction is completed, you and I will have nothing to do with each other.

If you are not honest, it is difficult for me to guarantee what will happen next.

Maybe having a beautiful doll is also a good choice. Don’t worry, I have good skills. Refining the doll can also preserve your soul and help you live forever!

Of course, you can also choose to tell the people behind the scenes and take a gamble to see if they have the ability to solve the troubles in your body.

For the sake of getting acquainted with each other, I suggest you talk to the Pope directly. No one else has the ability. Maybe he can ask the Lord of the Dawn to personally take action to solve this hidden danger for you."

Hudson boasted to his heart's content.

Ordinary people's fear of necromancers stems more from the unknown. Although Yin Sabel's contact with the circle is not low, her background as a singer makes it difficult for her to access detailed information about necromancers.

According to rumors from the outside world, a necromancer who is a madman can do anything.

Not only do they use corpses, but they also use living people as experimental equipment. Using living people to make dolls is a very difficult type of magic.

The more relaxed Hudson said it, the more frightened Yin Sabel became. If undead magic was easy to break, the necromancer would not have the reputation it has now.

"Sir, don't worry! I will definitely handle the matter and I will never disappoint you!"

…

After sending Yin Sabel away, Hudson gained another "identity as the Undead Magister". I just don't know if he can bluff the mysterious organization behind the scenes.

It's a pity that Yin Sabel was too smart. Even if she joined the mysterious organization, she didn't inquire about things she shouldn't know.

If you can pinpoint the object of suspicion on the Holy See with just some superficial information, you are considered to have strong analytical skills.

Until the truth behind the scenes is revealed, no one knows who is the real mastermind.

It is perfectly normal for top powers to go out and cause trouble under someone else's coat of arms.

Frankly speaking, Hudson really hopes that the Holy See is behind the scenes, which means that the Blood Moon Horn in his hand can be sold for a good price.

If the Black Hand is in the Alpha Kingdom, or King Caesar III, then the moment the curtain opens is when Hudson himself delivers the things.

Rewards are just a dream. If you find something like the Blood Moon Horn and don't hand it over to the boss immediately, you won't be punished. You still want to get rewards?

On the contrary, the Holy See, which everyone despises, now has more common languages. With the title of Undead Magister, he is the partner that the Holy See needs most now.

The cult organizations have already supported it, so it is not strange to support and fund the Necromancer.

The Blood Moon Horn is a piece of cake for the nobles; to those who practice necromancers, it is a supreme treasure.

If the undead mage holding an "evil weapon" wants to cause trouble, the scene will not be much smaller than the commotion caused by the Skull and Bones Society last time.

Especially the place where he appeared was the sensitive Alpha Kingdom. Once things got serious, the Holy See would be blamed.

At the critical moment of the orc invasion, running to stab one of your own people was not a crime that could be carried lightly.

Once labeled as a "traitor of the human race", the Church of Dawn, which is already independent in its own affairs, will immediately fall apart.

Churches in various places can establish separate Holy Sees in a reasonable and reasonable manner. Even if the gods are not happy, the people at the Holy See headquarters will be the first to be unlucky.

It can be said that starting from the sign of the Undead Magister, the Holy See must get the Blood Moon Horn back from Hudson, and the faster the better.

…

In the swamp, countless orc slaves are constantly digging out the mud. Behind them are a group of serfs, reinforcing the mud slopes on both sides.

Slaves did hard work, and serfs did technical work. The division of labor was clear.

These are the experiences summed up in the process of developing swamps.

Compared to orc slaves, serfs have relatively stronger learning abilities. Based on the theoretical knowledge provided by Hudson, they quickly figured out a set of reinforcement techniques.

By cooperating with each other in the construction, not only the efficiency has improved a lot compared to when they worked alone; even the happiness of the serfs has also skyrocketed.

Looking at the pieces of land that had been divided, Hudson knew that this year's swamp development tasks would probably be significantly overfulfilled.

It's not that the people below are working harder, it's just that the number of people working has increased. There were originally more than 300 construction teams, and now they have expanded to more than 500.

The arrival of a large number of serf workers injected new impetus into the rapid development of the mountain territory.

In the era of shoulder-to-shoulder carrying, more people means more power. Whether it is mining production, mountainous land reclamation, or swamp development, the speed is constantly increasing.

After patting the cub on the head, Hudson pointed to a green rice field and said, "Did you see that, Bear Stearns?

Those are your properties. From now on, you are already one of the richest bears among the contemporary bears of the earth.
To be continued...