Chapter 75: Metacarpal Bone

"Clack-bang."

The thick leather boots stained with mud landed fiercely.

The fragile skeleton head shattered instantly, as if a yarn ball filled with dust, splashing countless tiny gray dots into the surrounding air.

Xia Nan casually swung a sword flower and returned the wooden sword, which was no longer scorching, to the scabbard.

Compared to the hair-raising feeling at the appearance, the combat power of these dozens of skeletons was very average.

Some didn't even need them to take action; they were missing half an arm or an entire leg when they crawled out of the soil.

Stumbling and taking two steps, falling down, they could never crawl up again.

Xia Nan even felt that he didn't need other teammates.

With the wooden sword in hand, coupled with the endurance under strong physical fitness, he could solve it easily by himself.

The only pity was that the gravedigger, whose arm he had severed, ran away after blowing the bone whistle.

He originally wanted to chase, but Ingram stopped him, full of confidence, as if he had made arrangements long ago.

So he stayed in place and waited.

The Halfling had already put on his lute again, and at this moment, he was standing before a sparse shrub beside the wooden house, standing on tiptoe, superstitiously gesturing with strange hand signs.

Probably praying and thanking which god of their pantheon again.

Withdrawing his gaze.

Xia Nan looked at the bone dregs all over the ground before him, his temples aching faintly.

The strength of the enemy's danger also determined the amount of his own gains to some extent.

Just like those goblins who only wrapped a piece of broken cloth all over their bodies.

Even worse.

Nearly thirty skeletons, the only items that could be crowned with the name of "trophy."

Were the few pieces of equipment on that suspected "elite" adventurer skeleton.

The quality was extremely poor.

I don't know how many years it had been buried in the soil; the leather armor on its body was almost rotten inside.

The shield surface of the small round shield was open like a window, and one could see the scenery on the opposite side; the cracks on the sword body were more than the wrinkles on the face of the old man at the village entrance.

I'm afraid even the most honest grocery store in the adventurers' mouths wouldn't accept it.

Suddenly, as if remembering something again.

Xia Nan squatted down suddenly, using a dagger to slice open the five fingers of the elite skeleton's tightly clenched left hand.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Only seeing the bone whistle that was thrown to the ground by the gravedigger had completely merged with the skeleton's palm.

It looked like a whole piece of bone protruding outward, deformed and twisted.

The appearance was very poor.

Just pondering how to deal with it.

A light sound of footsteps came from his ear.

Having just finished a battle, the Halfling seemed to be in a good mood.

Humming a little tune, he walked closer.

Glancing at the bones under Xia Nan, he said:

"Keep it; this thing is quite rare."

"Just keep that metacarpal bone; maybe you can make a small fortune."

Xia Nan's eyes lit up instantly.

"How do you say?"

"I don't know how to explain it specifically." Alton tidied his somewhat messy hair under his soft hat, "It's probably some kind of... uh, crystal? Tumor? Swelling? of negative energy in the undead creature?"

"That's about it; when you go back to River Valley Town, whether it's a herb shop or a grocery store, they will accept it."

The Halfling took off the lute on his back and took out a clean gauze from his bosom, carefully wiping the stains on the lute body.

"According to the size of this bone, the market price should be good. If you meet a buyer who is in urgent need, it's very normal for the price to double a few times."

"But..."

Halfway through the sentence, Alton suddenly looked up, looking at Xia Nan earnestly.

"I don't suggest you keep it in your hands for a long time waiting for a price."

"Why?"

"Think for yourself, what kind of person would have an urgent need for this kind of thing?"

Hearing this, Xia Nan couldn't help but glance at the pale and eye-stinging bone frame before him, and his heart trembled for two beats instantly.

"I suggest you sell it early."

"Those people deal with gloomy undead power all year round, and their personalities are not very normal; it's better to have less contact."

Xia Nan nodded in agreement.

On the other side, the sheriff also walked over.

His gaze swept over the wooden sword behind Xia Nan, and a smile bloomed on his handsome and three-dimensional face:

"Not bad strength, my friend."

"Not far from obtaining a professional level, right?"

Xia Nan raised his eyebrows slightly, not responding directly.

Just looking at the single-handed prism hammer hanging at the other's waist, swaying lightly with the body's movement, pretending to be confused.

"Aren't you a professional? I thought only after taking the job could one use holy light."

"Hahaha." Ingram laughed heartily, his expression free and easy, "Still a little bit off."

And just at this moment, the Halfling who was wiping the lute on the side suddenly said coldly.

"Not a Paladin, right."

Ingram's face froze instantly, and then quickly recovered.

Waving his hand, he smiled and replied:

"This can't be told to you, it involves the church."

And Alton seemed to have just asked casually, and seeing the other answer like this, he lowered his head again, adjusting the lute strings.

"Ah! Don't! I'll say it! I'll say everything!"

The atmosphere on the field seemed to freeze because of the Halfling's words, but a quite miserable wail came from the air.

Xia Nan looked at the sound.

Only seeing two guards, one on the left and one on the right, holding the gravedigger who had just escaped, walking toward the crowd.

His gaze couldn't help but look at the sheriff beside him.

"There are only two exits in the cemetery; if you want to go out, you can only pass through there." Noticing Xia Nan's gaze, Ingram said with a smile, "I had already arranged for guards to squat there before I came; he couldn't escape."

Compared to the gloomy and depressed look before, the gravedigger at the moment seemed to have changed into a different person.

The right arm severed by Xia Nan was roughly wrapped with bandages, and blood occasionally seeped from the bandages and fell to the ground.

Dry white hair was condensed by sweat, sticking to his cheeks in a messy and embarrassed way.

Almost the moment the guards let go, he knelt on the ground.

Wailing for mercy:

"Sir, Sheriff Ingram, please... please spare me!"

"I really haven't harmed anyone; that book, that book, I used corpses from the cemetery."

The overly panicked emotions made the gravedigger's voice tremble and his order chaotic; it was very difficult to hear what he was saying clearly.

Only hearing a few intermittent words, the sheriff frowned:

"Book? What book?"

"Yes, yes! It's not a book, it's a gift given by the merciful Lord to his most devout servant!"

The gravedigger raised his head, his turbid and lightless eyes staring straight at Ingram before him, a strange flush appearing on his pale face.

Then, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world, he carefully took out a thin book made of strange material from his bosom.

Holding it with his only remaining hand, he presented it before the crowd.

Xia Nan stood to the side, only vaguely seeing the corner of the book cover—

A pattern of a white human skull.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 76 =====