Dig Up the Sun Emperor's Legacy: I Build an Invincible Undead Legion
Chapter 46: Consider It Last Night’s Payment

Chapter 46: Consider It Last Night’s Payment

When Carlos woke up again, he was back on the bed in the Valois estate.

"How did I get back?"

Carlos urgently asked the servant standing by the bed.

The servant didn’t dare look Carlos in the eye, saying respectfully:

"Young Master, you were personally brought back by Lady Sabina from the Rose Exchange..."

Carlos had figured as much—probably the only way it could’ve happened.

But the servant seemed hesitant, with a kind of weird expression that caught his attention.

"How was I brought back?"

The servant didn’t dare hide anything, pausing before saying quietly:

"You were personally carried down from the carriage by Lady Sabina, all the way to your bed."

"What!"

Embarrassment! Anger! And a hint of weird happiness???

Carlos took a deep breath, trying to calm his messed-up emotions.

Forget it—consider it an extra fee for borrowing the spirit equipment.

"Mina, no.

Did Lady Sabina leave anything behind?"

The little servant looked weird, pointing to Carlos’s neck.

"Lady Sabina said to tell you when you wake up that this is compensation."

Carlos looked down to see a beautifully crafted pure white bone necklace around his neck, with a half-folded pink note attached.

Carlos removed and opened it—the paper gave off familiar rose perfume.

The handwriting was gorgeous, saying:

"Little Bee, no need to return the necklace—consider it last night’s payment."

Signed: Your honey friend Mina.

"..."

Carlos was speechless for a moment, his hands shaking without meaning to as he waved dismissively:

"Everyone out!"

The servants all left.

Alone in the room, Carlos quickly locked the door and shut the windows.

Then he pulled out various materials, drew detection magic circles, and started carefully checking his body from head to toe...

Four hours later...

"Phew, no problems at all, no damage either.

Even healthier and more relaxed than before."

Carlos was relieved—that woman was just messing with him.

"Just one light gold spirit equipment piece—if I paid too much, it wouldn’t be worth it."

Carlos thought this way.

But what was freely given couldn’t be turned down.

This was truly a pleasant surprise.

Originally he’d only wanted to use Fantasy Equipment to copy it, but now he had another copying option.

[Death Necklace of Bones]

[Quality: Light Gold]

[Equipment Requirements: Spirituality 9/Death Herald Path]

[Special Bonuses: Skeleton Revival level +3, Bone Spear +3]

[Bone Spear Level 3: Consuming 10 Psionic Energy can create one bone spear to rapidly attack enemies. Current bone spear limit: 3 (increases by 1 per level).]

"Not bad—two special bonuses, with Skeleton Revival getting +3."

Carlos’s Skeleton Revival reached 15 (8+2+2+3) levels.

"The Death Necklace of Bones is in the bag.

The other piece depends on whether sis can borrow it."

In Carlos’s original plan, the second spirit equipment he wanted to copy

was the famous spirit equipment owned by Wadsworth, one of Ember City’s Death Herald powerhouses.

Normal trading was impossible.

But borrowing for half a day, even a full day, wasn’t too hard.

"Now with an extra slot, which equipment should I copy?"

Carlos fell into deep thought.

In Ember City, what other spirit equipment was suitable for him and easy to get for borrowing?

"This one won’t work—crappy effect.

That one won’t work either—the cost is too high, not worth it..."

Suddenly, Carlos found a piece of spirit equipment that fit the bill in his memories.

"Hitus Spirit Undergarment!"

After thinking it over briefly, to avoid complications, he’d make contact now.

Carlos tidied his clothes and went to the bronze mirror as usual to check before heading out.

Then his eye twitched:

"That old woman..."

There were marks on his cheeks.

After scrubbing them off with clean water and putting on his mask, Carlos went out again under the servants’ confused stares.

Shortly after Carlos left, a guard rushed to the garrison to report to Iris: Young Master Carlos has gone out again!

...

Carlos left the estate, heading toward the North District...

"This is the little tavern."

He looked it up and down.

Tiny place, looking like it had some serious years on it from the outside.

Really run-down with hardly any customers.

No, to be accurate, not a single customer went in or out—any normal person would’ve shut down ages ago.

Carlos walked right in. The two nearly rotten wooden doors made teeth-grinding creaking sounds, making you worry whether the place had already closed for good.

Going inside, he casually looked around.

Small space, three or four tables, seven or eight wooden stools, all covered in dust.

In such a crappy environment, having no customers made perfect sense.

At the counter, a scruffy old man was snoring loud as hell, dead asleep. Carlos’s entrance didn’t even wake him.

"Good, you haven’t bailed at this time."

This scruffy drunk old man was Carlos’s target for this trip.

He walked to the counter and banged hard on the surface.

"Bang! Bang!"

"Who is it! If you want to drink, go buy it somewhere else!"

The scruffy old man’s snoring stopped. He yawned and reluctantly opened bloodshot eyes from his hangover.

He looked both wasted and bummed out, his life force flickering like a candle in the wind, like he might kick the bucket any second.

"Arcane practitioner Raig, I want to make a deal with you."

Carlos straight-up revealed the scruffy old man’s identity.

He was a former arcane genius who’d been crushed after his wife’s tragic death, living in a drunken haze for decades until now.

But nobody knew this was all an act—secretly, he was researching Dark Mist power, trying to bring his wife back.

"Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!"

Raig acted like he hadn’t heard Carlos’s words, grabbing the half-glass of cheap booze left over and drinking it like nobody else was there.

His withered, sickly yellow face got even more wasted.

Carlos wasn’t in a rush, pulling out a small piece of light red crystal and gently placing it on the table.

"Soul Crystal—I think you should need this."

Soul Crystal was a leftover from the once-glorious Alchemy Era, also the most iconic precious item from that time.

With incredible effects, it could work as any alchemical material.

More importantly, this was one of the must-have materials for the legendary ultimate alchemy—human transmutation!

The piece in Carlos’s hand came from the family vault.

Light red in appearance, just the lowest quality, but still not something ordinary Psionics could get their hands on.

The moment he saw the Soul Crystal, the previously drunk and out-of-it old Raig instantly sobered up.

He reached out his withered hand, carefully picking up that small Soul Crystal and feeling it in his palm.

After confirming it was indeed a Soul Crystal, surprise flashed in his cloudy eyes.

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