East China Sea, Shieldstown.

"Yo Xi, the wound has scarred. Pay attention to your diet in the following days, eat more light food, go to bed early and get up early, and you will be fine in ten days and a half."

A little-known Donghai branch does not have a specialized military hospital. No one knows what those part-time military doctors did before. Except that they will not kill you, anything can happen.

So this is the medical clinic in Shieldstown.

"Thank you doctor!"

Lovett sat up from the recliner, pulled the shirt on the side and put it on, buttoning it up.

"You're welcome, I'm a doctor."

Wow…

After washing his hands in a basin of water and pondering for a moment, the half-century-old doctor came to the front of the medicine cabinet and began to prescribe medicine for Lovett.

"do you know……"

He suddenly spoke.

"Um?"

Lovett was startled.

"The stainless steel cat claws used by pirate Crowe are thicker and much narrower than ordinary blades... so they will not leave such smooth and neat wounds on the cut surface."

After he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the small medical clinic suddenly became solemn.

The afternoon sun shines diagonally through the door on the wall, making it dry and muggy.

Under the bright sun, there were only a few people walking on the street, and they all went back to their houses to take shelter. With the seemingly tireless chirping of cicadas on the treetops beside the street, the huge town seemed so... lifeless at the moment.

But the chill…

It always pervades this ward that is only separated by a screen and should be hot and dry.

Buzz!

Necromantic Magic·Ghost Hand!

A pool of ink appeared on the floor behind the doctor, and a pale skeletal arm with an ominous aura stretched out from it, slowly grabbing at his ankle.

Half a hundred doctors seemed to know nothing about it and were still carefully selecting medicines.

"This is not the first time for the boys in the branch to fight the Black Cat Pirates, and it is not the first time for me, old man... to deal with severed limbs."

"This kind of wound... reminds me of Colonel Skinner. His sword is very fast, and his favorite method is to cut off limbs to make pirates lose the ability to resist and capture them alive."

That's why Lovett doesn't like lying. One lie often needs to be completed with another lie, endlessly.

"You shouldn't have told me this."

The Bone Claw is already approaching. Unless you have the cunning movement speed of "Hundred Strategies" Crowe, this distance is unavoidable.

As long as the skin is scratched by the bone claws, the toxins and curses contained on it will be like the saliva of the Komodo dragon, constantly eating away at the health of the prey, killing people invisible.

"Why don't you report me?"

Mengka does not know the truth, and Lovett is very sure of this. The soul fluctuations invisible to ordinary people are more obvious to the necromancer than the morning light.

"No need!"

After finding a piece of hemp paper to wrap the medicine, the doctor slowly tied the rope and stopped.

"As long as a patient appears in front of me, I can't just ignore it. Whether I tell them or not, the result will not change at all... I am a doctor and you are a patient, that's all."

"Then in your eyes... am I no longer a patient?"

Lovett grinned and asked indifferently.

Unexpectedly, the doctor nodded decisively.

"Yes."

"I've cured you!"

Lovett was speechless.

"...So get out of this town, pirate!"

In order to reproduce and extend life, Xia Chan is still screaming without knowing whether to live or die.

The doctor did not look back, but a gust of wind suddenly sounded in his ears.

Whoosh!

Wow!

The broad cloak of justice was pulled by the strong wind, making a hunting sound. He only felt a light touch on his hand, and the medicine he prepared disappeared.

Looking up again, I saw an empty corner of the white coat by the door, and then quickly disappeared.

call……

Looking at the wall that reflected the sun's glare, he let out a long sigh.

"Pirates, navy... when will this day end!"

After saying this, the tense nerves relaxed. Half a hundred doctors' clothes were instantly soaked in cold sweat, and their eyesight turned black.

In the evening, his family, who were waiting for him to come home for dinner, discovered that he had not arrived home on time. Curious, they came to the hospital to take a look and found that the old man was sitting on a chair with a smile on his face and passed away peacefully.

"Maybe it's due to overwork? Doctor Sheldon..."

"It is said that he died of a sudden heart attack. Doctors cannot heal themselves!"

"What a good person! Everything was fine yesterday..."

The neighbors discussed this.

…

"It's time to prepare to leave!"

Deep in the forest, in a hidden natural cave.

Lovett sewed Colonel Skinner's right hand onto the body of a zombie puppet, allowing it to stand up and take two steps to adapt to its new limbs.

It takes more than ten days for ordinary magic apprentices to figure out the most basic runes, and runes are visual spell patterns developed by mages to educate their disciples.

Don't think about it.

It takes an average person more than ten years to go from a "spell apprentice" to know magic to a "mage apprentice" to master magic, so the mages are also anxious.

But for Lovett, who holds the title of "Black Earl", the learning process can be omitted.

Ten days were enough for him to reach the real ocean of magic, which took others more than ten years to accumulate knowledge and understand magic.

He himself possesses the knowledge reserve and spell-casting ability of "the first person under the Holy Ten", but is limited by the condition of his soul and has an upper limit to his performance.

It is impossible to work part-time.

In exchange for his anonymity, he, a second lieutenant in the Navy, had no status, no way out, and even his scope of action was fixed.

So leaving is inevitable.

The doctor's words only reminded him to speed up preparations.

"Pirate?"

"I thought the biggest difficulty in the beginning was the broken arm, but I didn't expect that identity was the most troublesome thing."

Lovett's eyes were downcast and he smiled self-deprecatingly.

"That's fine!"

Anyway, once the undead magic is exposed, he only has two choices...

"Now the only spells that can be used without any burden are half-mana-star spells, and the mental capacity has barely reached the threshold of a junior mage... So we can't forcefully break in, we have to take advantage of the situation and look for opportunities."

Controlling the puppets to fight each other like giant bears to confirm their combat level, Lovett closed his eyes and meditated.

"With 27 undead and spells, there are not many people in the East China Sea who can pose a threat to me, but the battlefield is an unfamiliar ocean, and I lack the means of movement and can only be beaten passively... What should I do?"

Let the undead build ships deep in the forest?

How stupid that is!

"As expected, we still have to rely on the warships of Branch 153."

"Let me be healthy..."

With that said, Ron separated the undead who were fighting lively, held his breath and concentrated, and returned his thoughts to the sea of ​​souls.

"Sea of ​​Souls" is just a name. Mages use magic to turn their conscious world into an illusory space that can be explored.

It's not an ocean that holds souls, it's not even an actual existence.

Different schools of magic have different names for the Sea of ​​Souls. After all, there are differences between the schools of magicians... Haha!

Rumble!

When his eyes brightened again, Lovett had arrived in a vast universe.
To be continued...