How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 54 Animating the Corpse

The Night Watch headquarters, the location of the Thirteenth Squad.

After Kane finished reporting the situation to Reed, he was about to leave.

"Wait a minute."

He turned around and saw Reed, still bandaged, staring at him with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Those professionals who were taken down on the rat hill... was it really Captain Alvin who did it all by himself?"

"Reed asked."

Kane met his captain's gaze, clearly sensing his suspicion.

But he still answered calmly:

"Yes, Captain Alvin dealt with those underground professionals and a large number of apprentices all by himself."

"Even the final necromancer, Flynn, was the result of his desperate attempt to take everyone down with him."

Reed gave him a deep look:

"Even for a second-tier professional, it would be extremely difficult to achieve this level."

"It's difficult, but that doesn't mean it's impossible."

Kane shook his head.

"So, Captain, what motive do you think I have for lying?"

"If I absolutely have to step forward and claim credit for this, I can give it a try."

"Who asked you to steal the credit?"

Reed glanced at him helplessly.

"The city guards are very grateful to you for bringing the company commander's body back from Rathill."

"They will be holding Alvin's funeral the day after tomorrow and have invited you to attend."

"I see."

Kane nodded, then turned and left.

He knew that the captain had begun to doubt him.

But he had no choice; his immortality was his greatest trump card, and he could not reveal it to anyone.

Moreover, by killing Flynn, the mastermind behind Reed's assassination attempt, he believed he had repaid the debt he owed the captain.

Reed watched Kane's departing figure and sighed softly.

Then, he looked at the dark corner next to him.

There was no one there.

He began, his voice low and deep:

"My team members cannot possibly have any problems, Your Honor."

He was met only with silence.

Reed sighed softly and looked out the window.

Reed sighed softly, his gaze complex:

"Kane, you don't have to bear everything alone, I'm your captain..."

……

After leaving the Night's Watch outhouse, Kane walked to the roadside to prepare to take a carriage back to the Fifth District.

He had just handed the fare to the driver when a figure suddenly squeezed onto the carriage.

It's Sienna.

She wasn't wearing her Night's Watch uniform or insignia today.

She was only wearing a plain Nord-style dress:

A belted coat, a long fabric skirt, and casual shoes; her bright green eyes were particularly striking.

He also had a bag slung over his shoulder, which was somewhat unexpected.

She looked like an ordinary commoner girl, showing no trace of a bard.

"Why are you here?"

Kane looked puzzled.

Sienna simply smiled at the coachman:

"Please keep going."

Kane had no choice but to nod to the driver.

The coachman smiled knowingly, cracked his whip, and the carriage slowly started moving.

Inside the carriage, Kane looked at Sienna, but she spoke first:

"So just how many things have you been hiding?"

"no."

Kane looked away.

Sienna leaned closer, carefully examining his expression:

"Say it, we're teammates."

Because they are teammates, I must not let you know.

Kane thought to himself.

But he also understood that saying too much would lead to mistakes, so he remained silent.

Sienna stared at him for a moment, then suddenly pulled out a bag of gold coins:

"Is this enough?"

Why did you give me gold coins?

Kane was even more confused.

"Others may not know, but I know very well."

Sienna raised an eyebrow and said:

"After you returned from Rathill, you made a special trip to the cemetery in the Seventh District."

"You arranged for the mass burial of those innocent victims, didn't you?"

Kane shook his head: "I didn't spend any money."

"You're not lying to me?"

"I only said two things, such as that the accumulation of corpses could cause a plague."

"Then they processed it quickly; he should be cremated and then placed in an unmarked grave in the cemetery."

He paused, a touch of emotion welling up inside him:

The noble tombs in the first three districts cost thousands of gold coins, while the nameless tombs in the public cemetery cost less than five copper coins.

"Thanks anyway."

He looked at Sienna.

Although the Night's Watchmen's salaries are not low, expenses in a war-torn city are also considerable.

The carriage slowly drove into the fifth district.

Kane, seeing that Sienna showed no intention of getting out of the car, said:

"You can leave now."

Sienna looked at him with a half-smile:

"No, I want to go to your house."

Kane's lips twitched slightly as he subconsciously glanced at the "Charm" attribute in the system panel—it wasn't high.

He shook his head inwardly, looking at Sienna's emerald green eyes with puzzlement.

……

They disembarked from the carriage and returned to the Fifth District.

When the male neighbor saw Kane return with Sienna, he couldn't help but smile sarcastically.

Kane sighed in exasperation, while Sienna greeted him politely with Nord etiquette.

Kane stopped and turned around in front of the two-story building:

"Are you sure you want to go in?"

"I'm already here, are you going to lock me out? Aren't we teammates?"

She blinked.

Kane was even more frustrated; he didn't believe Sienna would run off to Braden's or Gavin's house like that.

"What if something happens?"

He deliberately put on a fierce look.

Sienna, however, showed no fear and chuckled lightly:

"Then you'll come with me to meet my parents. Prepare some ale and livestock, and we'll go straight to..."

"Female hooligan."

Kane sighed, raised his hand to rub his temples, then put it down again.

But since the person had already arrived, he had no choice but to open the door.

Sienna stepped inside first, curiously examining the decorations.

"Your place is way too simple!"

Aside from a simple bed and a few daggers, there was only a striped paper booklet on the table, covered with strange writing.

"Have you finished reading? Can you leave now?"

Kane issued an order to leave, intending to continue reviewing the gains from the previous battle.

Sienna didn't respond. Instead, she opened her bag and took out a pine box containing smoked meat, sausages, and dried fish.

"Your lunch is a gift for your visit."

She smiled.

"I?"

Kane hesitated for a moment, but still took it.

"……Thanks."

As Kane began to eat, Sienna smiled and recalled a Nordic proverb.

To win a man's heart, you need cooking skills like a halfling.

Kane ate while inwardly marveling at the experience.

He wasn't unaware of Sienna's feelings, but the current situation and the demonic cult hidden behind the necromancer Flynn still made him uneasy.

He didn't want to drag others into the risk before he had a firm grasp of the overall situation.

After Kane finished eating, Sienna neatly cleaned up and stood up, saying:

"Then you should get some rest. I'll be going now."

"that's all?"

Kane looked at her bright green eyes, somewhat puzzled.

"Yes, what you need now is rest."

Sienna stared at him, her gaze turning serious:

"Kane, you're just an ordinary Night's Watchman. We can't foresee everything or save everyone."

"You may have a hard time forgetting about the rat hill incident, but don't dwell on it."

As soon as she finished speaking, she gave Kane a gentle hug.

Kane did not refuse.

Sienna turned and closed the door behind her, then quickly left.

The male neighbor outside the door looked at the scene with a strange expression, as if wondering why it ended so quickly.

The door closed, and the room returned to silence.

Kane took a deep breath, stopped thinking about anything else, and focused his attention on his control panel.

Let's take a look at what we've gained this time.

He brought up the system panel, and a notification message appeared:

[Hint: Water manipulation skill mastery progress reached 100%, promoted to Lv10 (max)]

Kane closed his eyes and focused his mind, silently circulating his water manipulation technique, causing his blood to surge.

The next second, the skin on his arm suddenly ruptured, blood spurted out, then slowly flowed back, and the granulation tissue wriggled and healed.

Kane opened his eyes, lost in thought.

"As expected, after reaching Lv10 in Water Manipulation, one needs to readjust to the control of blood, otherwise it will damage the body."

"But if it can be controlled well, the strength and speed should be able to be further improved."

"However, the fundamental attribute of a spellcaster is ultimately intelligence."

"Even if strength and agility are boosted to a level that allows them to temporarily contend with second-tier professionals through blood acceleration, the gap will only widen over time."

"Furthermore, I cannot acquire the characteristics of a legitimate professional..."

He pondered for a moment, then turned his gaze to the "Arcanist Lv13" on the panel.

As experience accumulated from the Rathill battles continued to be injected, the level slowly increased to Lv16.

Free attribute points and skill points have increased again, and there is still a lot of experience left.

Kane glanced at the "Cloud Mist Lv1" on the panel, gave up on the idea of ​​adding points, and turned to take out a roll of parchment from under the bed.

The parchment was written in Nordic script: "Secondary revitalized corpse."

This was the loot he found in that cabin after killing the necromancer Flynn.

Without hesitation, he began to read it carefully.

As time passed, gray skill icons gradually appeared on the panel.

[Secondary revitalized corpse]

[Invest 3 free skill points to unlock this spell directly? Yes/No]

【Yes】

As he focused his thoughts, the gray icon lit up and turned white.

Knowledge about the principles of magic flooded my mind like a tidal wave.

After processing this information, Kane began to consider his next steps.

"Flynn's mission is over, but there's definitely a demonic cult behind him."

"I need to find out who gave him the drug, whether there are other demon children, and their strongholds..."

"As for the merit of killing Flynn..."

He shook his head.

If he were to reveal his ability to single-handedly kill dozens of professionals, it would be too much of a target and might even attract the attention of the higher-ups at Nord, which would only cause trouble.

Kane picked up the Frostbite Scimitar beside him.

This enchanted weapon from the Drow is now pitted and covered in battle marks.

It may disconnect at any time.

"This cost 270 gold coins..."

His lips twitched slightly.

If one can openly and honestly report their achievements to the Night's Watch, they can naturally apply for a new enchanted weapon.

But now, that's clearly impossible.

Kane stared at the scimitar, and a thought gradually arose:

"Perhaps I should learn how to enchant myself?"

He looked at the side job that still seemed like that of an ordinary person, and pondered all of this.