"It was a scroll."
Upon hearing the details of his subordinate's death, the Leader's harsh, grating whisper sounded.
"A scroll? How could that be?" Khajiit was somewhat incredulous.
Having been resurrected from death, Khajiit felt weak all over, but his mind was clearer than it had ever been.
At this moment.
The most profound memory he held was the process of being killed by that middle-aged man. He had briefly suspected a scroll, but then dismissed the idea.
That was a Third Tier Angel!
The scroll technology currently mastered by the major nations only reached Third Tier scrolls at most.
Not only were the masters capable of creating such scrolls pitifully few, but when created, they were considered strategic assets for the Magic Guild, or even the nations themselves.
What's more!
Magic released through scrolls is always weakened to a certain extent in terms of intensity.
He had indeed heard that among the major nations, only the Slane Theocracy was currently researching Fourth Tier scrolls, but whether they succeeded was beyond the knowledge of a former nobody like him.
"Don't be fooled by appearances."
"Third Tier scrolls are indeed precious, but they are not as precious as you imagine, ga di di di~"
The Leader let out a strange laugh, and the black magic power emanating from his body trembled slightly.
"Speaking of which, the Slane Theocracy began researching Fifth Tier scrolls over 100 years ago. As for Fourth Tier scrolls, those fellows figured them out long ago."
A hundred years ago?
This information shook Khajiit to his core; he felt the weight of history.
At that time, his great-grandfather hadn't even been born!
Even now, his memory of his mother had become somewhat blurred!
Khajiit trembled internally.
This was what he was pursuing!
"You fool."
"Have you still not realized that the person who fought you only used two types of magic from beginning to end? You don't even know the opponent's appearance or physique."
The Leader's voice contained a sneer, "Since I resurrected you, you will now serve me as a slave for a period of time."
"Yes."
Khajiit quickly and nervously spoke, crawling up from the ground with his head down, his peripheral vision carefully sweeping over the area filled with the aura of death: "Where is this?"
"Terror."
The Leader lightly uttered two words, stood up, and headed towards the depths of this land of the undead.
The next day.
Will's Tailor Shop.
This was a small shop about two streets away from the Adventurers Guild. The name was ordinary, but the owner, Old Will, had quite a reputation among adventurers.
Although the clothes he made were slightly expensive, the quality was absolutely top-notch, especially since they were designed specifically for adventurers.
Inside the shop.
Lyle stood in front of the mirror, a satisfied look on his face, examining his current attire.
He wore a black inner layer that looked loose but was actually tight-fitting, covered by a pure white, priest-style long robe.
The slight difference was that the waist was clearly narrowed, so it didn't look bulky, and the length was shortened, preventing his whole body from being shrouded in the white robe.
After spending more than a month in the Tob Forest, his original short hair had grown much longer. Lyle only trimmed it slightly and did not bother cutting it short again.
Paired with this outfit, his image in the mirror gave people a very gentle feeling.
Since he had money on hand.
Lyle naturally wouldn't treat himself too poorly, so several days ago, he had already asked the owner of this tailor shop
to make clothes according to his requirements.
The priest-style robe he wore outside was to fit his identity as a Faith-based Magic Caster, while the black inner layer inside...
was to allow him to move quickly in case of an accident, preventing him from being hampered by loose clothing like most spellcasters.
"How does the customer feel? Are there any places that need modification?" Old Will, whose hair was slightly gray and who wore a leather apron, stood aside and asked softly.
"Your craftsmanship is very good."
Lyle offered his praise.
Hearing this praise, Old Will was very calm, as he was certainly not the first person to compliment his skill.
After a brief hesitation.
Old Will spoke softly: "Customer, is this cuff a bit too wide?"
The rest of Lyle's outfit was fine, but only the cuffs of the white robe were somewhat wide. When his arms hung normally, the loose cuffs wrapped around his entire arm.
In Old Will's opinion, this was neither suitable for holding a weapon nor convenient in other aspects.
"That's fine." Lyle shook his cuff and smiled dismissively.
This was his intentional design.
The loose cuffs were enough to obscure the process of him taking items from his item box. Additionally, when using scrolls, he could use the wide cuffs for concealment.
"Well—Customer, please forgive me for taking the liberty."
"I put a hidden button near the shoulder, so you can pull the cuff directly up to the shoulder and fasten it, making it easier to expose your arm."
Old Will stroked his pale hair and spoke apologetically.
Hmm?
Only then did Lyle notice a subtle white button precisely where the fabric was slightly wrinkled on both shoulders.
A very ingenious design.
"No, I am very satisfied with this design. Are the other pieces ready?" Lyle waved his hand and spoke again with a smile.
"As you requested, I made three sets in total, plus the one you are wearing, making four sets in total. The price for each set is 6 gold coins."
When Old Will said this, he fixed his gaze on Lyle.
The price of this set of clothes was not cheap. Although the cost could have been much lower, the customer needed them too urgently, so they had to be rushed.
"24 gold coins?"
Lyle was slightly surprised by the price, then took out his money pouch, retrieved 24 gold coins, and handed them over.
He still had about 600 gold coins on hand. Adding the Staff of Shadow and the bone necklace he had just acquired, selling them would bring in another sum of gold coins.
"Let's go, Little Black."
Lyle picked up the other three packaged sets of clothes, called out to the little ghost dog, and turned to leave the shop.
On the bustling street.
People were moving through, but there weren't many vendors shouting. Compared to a few days ago, the atmosphere on the street was noticeably tinged with an imperceptible tension.
Lyle had naturally inquired about the situation during this time, so he planned to leave E-Rantel as soon as possible and head to the Bahaus Empire.
Now, he was heading to Grandmother Lizzie's shop, preparing to sell off a portion of the two baskets of herbs.
Lyle felt that this trip to the Bahaus Empire would not be too smooth, and there would likely be many places where he would need to spend money.
Following the flow of people.
As Lyle passed a corner, his arm shifted slightly, and the package in his hand was swapped.
The package that originally contained clothes was replaced with a package containing herbs. He had only taken a portion from the two baskets of herbs.
After all, the quantity was too large, and selling it all at once would easily lead to suspicion.
Recalling the Fifth Tier magic "Resurrection of the Dead (Modified)" he had newly acquired last night.
Lyle increasingly felt that the humans of this world were not as simple as they were portrayed in the anime.
The method of converting Faith-based magic into Arcane magic for casting had indeed been mentioned in the novel.
For example, the spell "Silence" is a better sound-blocking magic than "Muffle," but this spell belongs to the Faith system.
But the Theocracy developed a way to cast it using the Arcane system.
But this was only low-tier magic.
"Resurrection of the Dead" belongs to the Fifth Tier magic domain. Modifying a spell of this level—one can imagine the strength of the Jiralnong Leader.
A serious expression flashed across Lyle's face.
His experiences during this time had indeed changed his view of the supposedly weak humans of this world.
Pharmaceutical technology, scroll creation, and modified magic.
The humans of this world had achieved things that would have been impossible in the game.
To be precise!
Over 600 years, humanity's exploration of various tier magic and technology had reached an astonishing level.
If it weren't for the restriction of race—a chasm that fundamentally cannot be crossed!
How could the understanding of magic accumulated over 600 years not be superior to that of players who only treated it as a game?
This was the accumulation of time!
"Speaking of which, resurrection magic is the true means of killing."
Lyle thought of the "Resurrection of the Dead (Modified)" he had just mastered, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes as he thought secretly.