After the soul returned to his body, Stowe, despite the weakness of the soul, immediately threw himself into the Minoan Dictionary on the table, and his intuition told him that the dictionary had a way to save him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Just as Stowe's trembling hand was about to touch the dictionary, a withered palm with a gray dead air preemptively pressed on the Minoan dictionary.

"Look what this is! Minoan Dictionary! Oh my God, how did this thing end up here!" The owner of the withered palm quickly grabbed the Minoan Dictionary and flipped through it quickly, walking around excitedly, muttering something from time to time, occasionally stopping to think about it, and then stretching out his hand to make a gesture, "What a wonderful soul circle!"

"Who are you?" asked a weakened Stowe, looking at the black-robed man who had suddenly appeared and was shrouded in shadow.

"Little one, haven't you learned etiquette?" replied the black-robed man arrogantly.

With a flick of his fingers, Stowe was horrified to find that his body was uncontrollable, as if an invisible poisonous snake had penetrated his clothes, swimming through every inch of his skin, giving him irrepressible goosebumps.

"The bloodline of the O'Bright family? The O'bright family is really getting more and more depraved, and can actually tolerate your waste to defile the noble bloodline. The black-robed man said angrily, "Now tell me little one, what's your name?"

"Stowe, Stowe O'Brid. Stowe replied humiliatingly, if it weren't for that incident, how could a dignified eighth-level swordsman fall into this field.

"Who are you Murada O'Bright?" the black-robed man then asked.

"That was my great-great-great-grandfather. Stowe was horrified in his heart, this black-robed man seemed to be familiar with his great-great-great-great-grandfather, wouldn't that be more than three hundred years old? This greatly exceeded the normal human lifespan on the mainland.

"For your great-great-great-grandfather's sake, you can call me Lord Lucas. The black-robed man waved his hand, and the confinement on Stowe was lifted.

"Do you know my great-great-great-grandfather?" asked Stowe, in surprise.

"Sort of, I've tinkered with your soul fire a little, even if it's a greeting gift. Lucas said unconcernedly.

"Mending the Soul Fire, are you a necromancer?" Stowe found that he was no longer in so much pain, and his soul was indeed much more condensed than before. As far as he knew, only necromancers who believed in the gods of souls and the gods of the underworld had the ability to repair souls, but necromancers were almost extinct on the mainland.

"What? Is my heresy uncomfortable for you? You can go to the Holy See and expose me right away. As far as I know, there is a church not far away. Lucas said jokingly.

"You're kidding, not everyone in the Empire is a devout Divine Cultist, and now the Holy See's control over the Empire is much less than it used to be. Stoic said with a smile.

"That's good news. So where did you get this dictionary?", Lucas asked curiously.

"It was my men who got it from the Follen Church. Stowe replied honestly, for this kind of monster who has lived for hundreds of years, honesty is the best attitude.

"Tsk, I really didn't expect this dictionary to fall into the hands of an unknown bishop of the Holy See. Necromancer Lucas recalled that Fren's name was very common on the mainland, and it seemed that he had never heard of a famous person in the Holy See who had this name.

Lucas couldn't stop flipping through the dictionary, his excitement overflowing, "Stowe, do you know what that means?"

As the mainland's premier necromancer, Lucas knows a lot about the secrets of necromancers. The original author of the Minoan Dictionary is said to have been the séance Minos of the Soul God of the time, Most, on the continent of Iliad. It was Minos who founded the Soul Cult, which believed in the god of souls.

In order to facilitate the spread of the teachings of the Soul Sect on the mainland, Minos spent a lot of effort compiling this dictionary that translates the common script of the mainland and the soul language to each other. The status of this dictionary in the Soul Cult is similar to that of the Holy See's Sacred Book of Light, and it is the supreme text of the Soul Cult.

Legend has it that in this dictionary, Minos also recorded some of his experiences in studying soul magic, which was incomparably alluring to necromancers who have now largely broken off their heritage.

Only true necromancers with a legacy can understand how precious this dictionary is, and that many powerful necromancers are written in the soul language, and only by mastering the soul language can they master and perform these terrifying magics.

It is a pity that the Minoan Dictionary was lost after a famous battle in the Great War of Nations two thousand years ago. The Soul Cult, which lost the Minoan Dictionary, gradually declined and gradually died out under the vigorous suppression of the Holy See.

As the remnants of the necromancers continued to fall in battles with the Holy See, many of the precious legacies of necromancer magic were severed, and even if some of the texts of necromancer magic remained, the loss of translation of the Minoan Dictionary left those who received it.

Gradually, the necromancers disappeared from the mainland, and only a very small number of powerful necromancers escaped the pursuit of the Holy See, hiding in the dark corners of the continent and waiting for an opportunity to take revenge on the Holy See, and Lucas was the most powerful of them.

Now that the Minoan Dictionary has fallen into Lucas's hands, it means that the many texts on the Soul Cult lineage written in the soul language that he has collected through various methods will have the opportunity to be deciphered by him one by one.

Lucas was thrilled to think about it, and mastering these legendary and powerful undead magic meant that the day was coming when the undead army would make a comeback and sweep across the continent.

Lucas had spent his life in the pursuit of the ultimate in power, and how could he not be happy to be given such a rare opportunity? In Lucas's mind, the importance of the Minoan Dictionary was even higher than the parchment scroll in Serent's hand.

After enduring it for so many years, he finally made him wait for this day. Lucas couldn't help but look up to the sky and howl.

"That...... Lord Lucas, I wonder if you can help me completely repair the soul fire?" asked Stowe, rubbing his hands together, embarrassed. Although Lucas said that he had helped him mend the soul fire, Stowe still felt a weakness from the depths of his soul.

"Unless you're willing to be part of my army of the dead. Lucas replied maliciously.

"This ......," Stowe was a little moved. To be honest, Stowe did think seriously about the feasibility of this matter, and the feeling of possessing the skeleton warrior just now was still fresh in his memory. Stowe, who had been sealed with power, had long since been born without love, and if he became an undead, he would be able to regain his strength or even gain more power, he would rather so. The only thing that worries him is that it is said that after becoming an undead, it is difficult to continue to maintain his consciousness, which is unacceptable to him.

"Forget it, my army of the undead doesn't need a waste like you. Lucas saw that Stowe had said yes, and quickly dismissed his thoughts without hesitation.

"Can you take me as an apprentice, then?" asked Stowe, who had been struck again, holding on to the last shred of hope. When he saw Lucas's strange expression, he immediately knew that he had brought shame on himself again. Lucas wasn't even interested in turning him into an undead, let alone taking him as an apprentice.

"It's a shame that you don't have the talent to be a necromancer. And so it was...... Stowe was desperate.