Reincarnation Paradise: Passion Leads to Greatest Success

Chapter 130 Friend, shall we sign a contract?

Outside the outer walls of Yeranthir, there is a public cemetery that occupies a quarter of the area of ​​the outer walls. This cemetery was built to bury the large number of people who died from the constant warfare and to reduce the possibility of powerful undead being born.

Deep beneath the public cemetery, a hidden underground space was discovered by Kajit (one of the members of Chinnam), who had been lurking there for many years.

At this moment, on the platform surrounded by eight stone pillars and engraved with magic circles, Kajit's emaciated body, corroded by negative energy, trembled slightly. His sallow face was filled with fear. He bent his waist very low, trying to make himself invisible.

"Night Pigeon, what should we do with this old man?"

The young voice made Kajit tremble violently. He couldn't understand the language, but that didn't stop him from being terrified of the person who spoke it.

Night Dove was a gloomy young man with downcast eyes and a pale face, looking like a walking corpse, a result of his necromancy.

"Do whatever you want with it, I've got what I needed."

The night pigeon's voice was somewhat hoarse, yet very clear.

"Tsk tsk, even mosquito meat is meat, and you can never have too much of the world's resources."

Marlowe shook his head slightly and sighed. People who have just taken over someone else's assets speak with such arrogance, but he hasn't gained any benefits and doesn't have such confidence.

"My lord, spare me! I can become your eternal servant and summon more undead for you—"

Kajit noticed the man with a playful expression walking towards him and immediately realized that the conversation had just taken a life or death by him. In a moment of great alarm, he desperately pleaded with another necromancer, who could take over his control of the ancient dragon in an instant.

However, Night Dove had no time to pay attention to him, because he noticed something was going on outside.

Sizzle————

Kajit ultimately could not escape his fate of death, his head pierced by a dagger.

"Oh, there's a treasure chest too."

Marlow looked surprised and put away the green treasure chest. He didn't think the chest could contain anything rare. All of this guy's treasures had been stripped clean by Night Pigeon. The Ancient Dragon had been taken over, the Orb of Death had been stolen, and even some magical items were gone.

The treasure chests might only yield a small amount of Paradise Coins.

The World Source gave 3.5%, which is not bad.

"Hey, Night Dove, give me that Clementine too. With me protecting you, you don't need that woman at all. Or—do you want to have some fun with her?"

Marlowe glanced at the alluring figure guarding the stairwell and gave a knowing smile. Their cooperative model, based on the structure of a temporary adventure team, featured one ranged attacker and the other melee fighter, creating a complementary strength.

He believed that Night Pigeon had already achieved good results. As long as the Undead organized themselves, they could simply wait for the last mission to join the Great Tomb of Nazarick to be completed on its own over time. The specific time would depend on when Ainz Ooal Gown (Ainz) arrived in Ye-Lantir disguised as the adventurer "Momo".

Therefore, he believed that Clementine was actually dispensable for Night Pigeon.

"No need? Then go and deal with the guys outside."

The night pigeon's hoarse voice carried a hint of cold laughter.

"A contractor? Or ———."

"

Marlowe's smile vanished, and he frowned. According to the limited information Ainz Ooal Gown had given them, they wouldn't be able to reach Ye-Rantir so quickly. Perhaps at this point, they had just encountered Gazef and were still dealing with the Sun Scripture.

In that case, it's obvious that the person who came must be a contractor.

"How many are there? Are they difficult to deal with?"

"One person, but it seems a bit difficult right now. Those undead will be hacked to pieces."

A thoughtful look flashed across Night Dove's eyes before she spoke again, "Let's retreat first. As long as this place remains, the Undead can be mass-produced at any time. It will be much easier for us to act once we join the Bone King's camp."

Marlowe nodded.

"Let's go then, let's go back to the city first."

Once they reached an agreement, they immediately rushed toward the stairs leading in another direction, with Clementine, who was guarding the stairs, following closely behind. Her eyes were vacant, and she was completely under the control of her mind.

The magic circle platform wasn't far from the ground, and the three of them quickly traversed most of the stairs. Just as they were about to return to the ground, Night Dove's expression changed slightly, and she quickly reached out to stop Marlowe beside her.

"There are contractors ahead, and the undead guarding the gate is dead. The terrain here is too narrow. We need to break through to the ground to summon the bone dragon."

Night Pigeon quickly provided Marlowe with the current situation.

Marlow immediately understood the other party's meaning: he should take the lead and rush out in one go to attract the attention of the hostile contractors, and then Night Pigeon should find an opportunity to release the Bone Dragon to help him out.

Understanding is one thing, but doing it is another. Including today, the two have only been working together for three days. If trust could be materialized, out of 100, it would only be 30-50 points at most, not even qualifying as fair-weather friends.

"If I were to rush in, I believe I could protect myself, but I definitely couldn't save you."

Night Pigeon didn't waste any words. He was the one who facilitated the key intelligence and the opportunity for action to join the Great Tomb of Nazarick. To him, Marlowe was essentially just a hired bodyguard.

Now that the "thugs" don't dare to step in, there's no point in cooperating. It's not like he's lacking a son; he'd find another son to pamper and feed.

Marlowe's expression shifted several times before finally settling on helplessness. Without waiting for Night Dove's urging, he gripped his dagger and rushed toward the exit.

In reality, he was seething with hatred. These contractors had better pray they didn't fall into his hands, otherwise he would torture them severely and then feed their corpses to the dogs.

Swish swish————

Sure enough, just as they rushed to the exit, two alloy longswords swept across from both sides of the entrance, one above and one below.

Marlowe remained completely calm. With his agility as his primary attribute, he excelled in flexibility. He immediately leaped into the air and narrowly passed between the two blades, almost brushing against the blade itself.

"A doll?"

After landing, Marlowe looked at the puppets on both sides of the door with surprise. Then he saw the puppet that had missed its sneak attack burst out with terrifying speed, covering the three-meter distance in the blink of an eye and rushing in front of him in an instant.

"Are you kidding me? A puppet with this kind of power?"

A flash of fear crossed Marlowe's eyes. They were even faster than him, and there were two of them.

*Pfft*

Marlow quickly retreated to avoid the attack, but after retreating less than a meter, he felt a sharp pain in his waist and was forced to stop.

Looking at the bloody long knife that had pierced his waist from behind, Marlowe gave a bitter smile. "Damn it, I just walked right into someone else's blade."

As soon as Night Pigeon reached the exit, he saw Marlow being torn apart by several blows. He was immediately shocked. He had witnessed Marlow's strength firsthand. In less than five seconds, he had died tragically at the hands of the puppets. How strong must the owners of these puppets be?

"You're the only one left, aren't you going to run away?"

A gentle voice came from the side.

Night Dove turned her head blankly and saw a man dressed in black walking towards her, holding a book that was more than ten centimeters thick and reading it intently. Beside the man in black was a maid.

The man in black stopped a meter away, closed his book, looked up, and gave a kind smile.

"Friend, let's sign a contract."