My cemetery is connected to the game world

In this world, necromancers are divided into two schools.

One is to use corpses to create undead. They are called corpse stitchers. What they are good at is splicing and sewing corpses to create powerful corpse puppets.

The second is to use pure death energy to manifest undead bodies that can be controlled. They are called gravekeepers.

Before the Claurends came along, there were only corpse stitchers in the world.

Gravekeepers are the self-proclaimed name of the Claude family. Later, with the spread of the undead magic mastered by the Claude family, gravekeepers became a sect of necromancers alongside the corpse stitchers.

In the eyes of all the tomb-keepers, the former glory of the Claude family and the mighty undead army pushing all the way were the beacons that illuminated the way forward for them.

Although the Clallund family is now in decline, and the tombkeepers are becoming worse with each generation, some tombkeepers firmly believe that the secret of how to become the strongest necromancer must be hidden in the Clallund Manor, but even the Clallund family None of the members knew.

After nightfall, the town of Hog, which had not yet had much nightlife, was quiet, and most of the residents who had worked hard all day had rested. The newly installed street lights on the main roadside of the town illuminated the secluded bluestone streets, and a carriage drove out of the town towards the forest to the west.

The driver of the car looked extremely nervous. He looked around sensitively, and any slightest movement would frighten him.

He didn't want to take this business, especially if he still went to Claulund Manor, where there were really undead. If a child in the town cries at night, the adults will scare him, "Crying will attract the undead, and they will eat the disobedient children."

Although the undead in Claulund Manor have never actively harmed anyone, and they can even sometimes be seen coming to the town to buy things, not everyone has the courage to face a talking skeleton.

But the coachman had to do this business because the customer was brought by the detective from the town's police station.

As we go deeper into the forest, the light cast by the moonlight becomes darker and darker, and the fog gradually thickens.

Then a low roar like the wind sounded from all sides.

The coachman knew that it was not the wind, but the ghost of the undead hiding in the woods protecting Claulund Manor. If you continue to push inside, the ghost will attack. The gangsters in the town once tried to sneak into the Claude Manor to steal things, but they didn't even see the walls of the manor, so they fled back in fear and almost died from a serious illness.

The town doctor said he had been cursed by a ghost using dark magic.

curse!

Thinking of this, the coachman immediately pulled the horse forward.

He jumped down, the cramp in his calf made him fall down and gnaw on the mud, and a cool breeze blew over his scalp. The driver was so frightened that he hurriedly got up, opened the door of the carriage and said to the passengers inside: "Sir, we have been surrounded by ghosts. We can't go inside anymore, they will really kill us."

A very feminine voice sounded from behind the driver: "If you don't move forward, we will kill you too."

The coachman turned around and saw the passengers who were supposed to be inside the carriage appearing outside the carriage at some point.

There were two people on the other side, both wearing high-collar windbreakers and wide-brimmed hats. Their appearance could not be seen clearly in the dim light. However, there is a big difference in their statures. One is strong and the other is thin, but they both exude an uncomfortable aura.

The biting coldness made the coachman shiver.

Facing the two passengers who threatened him, the coachman took courage: "Many people saw Inspector Morpheus coming to see me tonight. If I die, someone will go to the mayor tomorrow. I have relatives here." Work in the mayor's office.

The money Inspector Morpheus gave me is enough to send you here. I'm going back. Claude Manor is right in front. If you want to go, you can go by yourself! "

The thin man in windbreaker took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and something black came out of the cuff.

"It seems you really want to die!"

When the thin man in trench coat was about to take action, his companion stopped him: "Sears, don't cause trouble to Inspector Morpheus. We still need his help for many things."

"You're right, Micro, we still need Inspector Morpheus." Sears stopped and shouted to the driver: "Get out of here!"

The coachman was about to pull the carriage away.

The tall Micron stopped him again: "I heard that this morning, a young man was going to Claulund Manor, and he was riding in your carriage."

The approaching moans made the driver just want to leave as soon as possible, but he knew that the two people in front of him were also dangerous guys.

I had no choice but to answer as quickly as possible: "Yes, this morning, a young man took my carriage to the Clallund Manor. But like you, I only sent him here. Whether he entered the Clallund Manor, I Don't know."

Micron asked again: "Did he say what he was doing at Claulund Manor?"

"I never inquire about a guest's privacy if they don't take the initiative. I really don't know anything. Can I leave?"

"The last question." Micron raised his head slightly, and the light in his eyes flashed away: "Is Weston Crowlund really missing?"

The coachman replied: "I can't give you an accurate answer. Four years ago, the owner of Claulund Manor came to the town every day to buy newspapers. But in the past four years, no one has seen him.

I heard that the mayor had sent people to Crowlund Manor to discuss relocating the manor, but it seemed that the owner of the manor was not seen. The people who come to the town to buy supplies now are all the manor's butlers, who is a skeleton wearing human clothes.

I think Inspector Morpheus should tell you all about it. "

Micron nodded: "Yes, the detective told us a lot about Claulund Manor. You can go..."

"Goodbye and good luck."

The coachman jumped on the carriage and left quickly.

There were shadows in the mist, and the ghosts guarding the manor surrounded the two intruders.

In Crowlund Manor, only the light in the study was on.

"Grave Keeper's Guidance Notes" uses a very traditional writing method and is aimed at family-style one-on-one teaching. Many of the contents are summaries of experience.

Helot used to learn optimized and improved modern magic, paying great attention to formulas and the underlying logic of magic.

Reading "The Gravekeeper's Guidance Notes" with modern magic thinking will inevitably lead to some conflicts, but these conflicts are not contradictory. On the contrary, after careful analysis, an additional problem-solving idea emerges.

The "Old Code" records another type of magic system. It does not have detailed magic underlying logic. It is simply a matter of rapid change and quantitative changes leading to qualitative changes.

Qualitative change to a certain extent...I am the underlying logic of magic.

I create the laws.

Reading and thinking put Helot into a meditative state of selflessness, and Maynur always stayed by his side.

Until the butler Kurt knocked on the door and walked in. He leaned over and whispered in Helot's ear: "Master, someone has invaded the manor."