Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 21 Farewell and New Journey
The young princess couldn't stay long in the end. Under Captain Peiwen's frequent urging, she had to hastily end this rare skull tour ceremony.

The only ones who truly made the decisions in the Cloud Mist Territory team were Lady Linda and Master Locke. These two were known for their strict and rigid manners. Let alone letting the young princess look at the skeleton of a strange necromancer, even glancing at wildflowers by the roadside would likely result in a long lecture about it being "against the rules."

However, on certain days, these two believers in the god of wisdom would perform a long and tedious prayer ceremony, leaving only Captain Peiwen by the princess's side.

The princess studied swordsmanship and, like Captain Peiwen, was a follower of the god of war, which created a slight time discrepancy.

For the princess, this was a rare opportunity to "get some fresh air".

The little girl was full of curiosity about the movable skeleton, and Chen Mo also cooperated by having Xiaobai perform a set of radio calisthenics, which made the princess's eyes narrow into crescents.

Princess Liushuang was in a great mood and decided to give the young apprentice a small reward.

"You were injured when I first saw you," she said, casually pulling a small box from her pocket and tossing it to Chen Mo with a touch of adult concern. "Here, have some medicine for your injury. Be careful in the future."

Chen Mo instinctively wanted to decline, but the moment he saw Captain Peiwen's cheek muscles twitch, he changed his mind.

It looks like good stuff.

I don't care whether I use it or not, but I should send some local specialties back to my mom.

I feel like a little kid waiting for my turn to ask my family for living expenses. Now that I finally have the chance to get my hands on some of the world's high-end products and rare items, what's there to be shy about?

The package contained a delicate little bag with a rectangular block about the size of a knuckle inside, which at first glance looked like a tiny, translucent white bar of soap.

The moment the bag was opened, a delicate and refreshing fragrance wafted out.

Captain Peiwen's eyebrows twitched for a long time, but he couldn't help but speak up, fearing that Chen Mo would not understand its value. He said, "This is a fifth-tier healing medicine, made with the Spring of Life. It is comparable to the healing of serious injuries by the Life Shepherd and can save lives. You should keep it safe."

"Oh, thank you very much!"

Chen Mo quickly stuffed the medicine box into his pocket, his mind raced, and he pulled out a return gift.

The young lady is generous, so our Xia family can't be sloppy either.

A thermite grenade.

Most other weapons are single pieces, but this one has two. I'll give one to the little girl to play with as a firework.

"A small weapon, um... it breathes fire, it gets a bit hot, so be careful when using it."

After briefly explaining the usage and precautions, Captain Peiwen, with a professional smile on his face, calmly accepted the strangely shaped metal lump.

He carefully scanned the surface and structure of the grenade, finding no magical fluctuations. He gently rubbed the safety pin with his finger, but there were no traces of rune control. Unable to discern anything, he put it into his spare weapon pouch at his waist.

The young princess waved goodbye gracefully, and the two parted ways.

For Chen Mo, this was a heartwarming little interlude on his journey. Next, he needed to seize the time to cultivate diligently and embark on his own path to becoming a mage.

Just in time for departure, he boarded a slightly dilapidated two-horse, four-wheeled wooden carriage. The wheels rolled dry, making a dull thud as they churned over the brown earth of the official road. Chen Mo placed his bundle behind his back, adjusted himself into a relatively comfortable position, closed his eyes, and tried to enter a meditative state.

The aftereffects of forcibly using the mental potion to initiate the summoning have not yet subsided. Based on the altar's recovery progress, it may take another ten days to half a month before the next bloodline sacrifice can be performed.

Time waits for no one, so we need to hurry up and improve ourselves!
The basic meditation technique taught by the Black Crow Castle is a very common method, extremely difficult to master, comparable to solving advanced mathematics problems.

Chen Mo would practice basic meditation for a while, then take a break and lean against the window to look at the scenery. The light morning mist dissipated, and the trees outside the carriage window, almost unchanging, slowly receded. Chen Mo estimated the distance between a few trees and then calculated the time it would take to pass them using his tactical watch. After several tests, he estimated the carriage's speed to be about six to seven kilometers per hour.

According to the driver, the journey would take eight or nine hours, meaning the distance was at least fifty or sixty kilometers.

"Clatter... clatter..." The crisp sound of hooves came from ahead and quickly approached the carriage. Unlike other passing knights who would quickly pass by, the newcomer slowed down after getting close to the carriage and started talking to the coachman.

Both sides were still using the official language of the Qiyue Dynasty, but the content of their conversation had a strange feel to it.

The first thing we heard was the driver's wary question: "Ice cracks don't travel on the fire path, and black crows shouldn't look towards the sun. I wonder where those forest birds came from?"

The rider's reply was deep and quick: "In the cold winter forest, we need to add new firewood; we'll only take the seedlings, not the trees."

The driver seemed taken aback, and his words sounded somewhat displeased: "White stone, white leaves, silver linden tree, what bird would dare to carry away its seedlings?"

The knight replied quickly: "The tiger roars on the next mountain; if you take the seedling, it will offer you a toast!"

The conversation abruptly ended. The knight spurred his horse and circled the carriage once before turning back, twice passing by the open window of Chen Mo's carriage.

An ordinary-looking knight, dressed in drab leather half-body armor, narrow-cut riding breeches and boots, with a long sword slung over his back, caught Chen Mo's eye the moment he gave him a cold look.

Chen Mo felt a jolt of fear.

He sensed that something was amiss.

The knight galloped all the way here, only to turn his horse around after exchanging a few words with the coachman; this action seemed rather strange.

Chen Mo mentally reviewed their conversation. Both sides could understand each other, but he couldn't understand it. Could it be local slang?
Although modern humans on Earth don't have the opportunity to come into contact with these things, novels and television shows do.

What: "A lone cloud hangs in the northwestern sky, a crow alights on a flock of phoenixes!"

What?! "Heavenly King covers the Earth, Pagoda suppresses the River Demon!"

Yes, that’s the taste!
From this perspective, the conversation between those two just now just seems really off.

Having already been beaten down by society several times, Chen Mo immediately began preparations.

After inspecting the two firearms, one long and one short, and hanging them in convenient positions, I secured the stab-proof vest inserts. Finally, I put on a Kevlar cut-resistant glove on my left hand and even took out the safety letter from my motherland, stuffing it into my coat pocket with a corner of the envelope sticking out.

At this moment, Chen Mo felt an intense hatred for his own low skill level.

If only he had a Black Knight by his side, and that Black Knight carried a Vulcan that could spew blue flames, why would he be so worried?

Having no desire to meditate any longer, Chen Mo opened the carriage window a crack, placed the mirror of his goggles as a rearview mirror by the window, staring ahead with one eye and glancing behind with the other, keeping his nerves on edge as he waited quietly.

The carriage continued its leisurely journey, the monotonous sound of its wheels rolling over the dirt and stones almost drowsy. Then, without warning, the carriage suddenly swerved, accompanied by a mumbled shout from the driver, and abruptly left the smooth official road. The wheels rolled heavily over the roadside gravel and withered grass, jolting and lurching into a wild field overgrown with weeds and sparse trees, finally coming to a stop in front of a few lonely, twisted trees.

"Sir, I'm so sorry!" The driver's voice, tinged with deliberate panic, came from outside. "I...I really can't hold it in anymore, I need to go to the woods to relieve myself! Please wait a moment, I'll be right back!"

Chen Mo abruptly lifted the carriage curtain, only managing to see the driver, his back hunched, stumbling and running wildly towards the dark, dense forest not far away without looking back. His back looked just like a rabbit being chased by a wolf.

Almost simultaneously, from the direction of the official road came the sound of dense and rapid hoofbeats, which were quickly approaching this wilderness!

(End of this chapter)