Chapter 906

When they saw that Undead Summoner, the Monarch and Ang paused simultaneously. Negris, who had long understood them, immediately sensed the abnormality and asked in a low voice, "What did you see?"

Ang rarely took the initiative to say, "Scarecrow hat."

"What? He's wearing a scarecrow hat on his head. Isn't this his real appearance?"

"No, this is his real appearance. He seems to be using the scarecrow hat to cover something up," the Monarch said.

"What could he be covering up? Isn't being an Undead Summoner already taboo enough? He disguised himself as an Undead Summoner; what could he be covering up? Could it be divine power?" Negris asked in surprise.

What could be more taboo than undead creatures these days? Except for the gods who had just been severely cracked down on.

"You've become smarter, Neg. Is it because there's no influence of the intelligence-lowering halo now, so your intelligence has returned to normal?" the Monarch said with some surprise.

In fact, he had long discovered that Negris's reactions were much faster. The biggest possibility was that Negris was projected over, and the intelligence-enlightening halo couldn't exert its effect, so it wouldn't transfer its intelligence to others.

"No, it's because you're too stupid. If I don't cover you with wisdom, you're easily deceived by others," Negris said proudly.

After habitually bickering for a few sentences, the 'person', the 'bird', and the construct arrived in front of the Undead Mage.

"This..." Looking at this styling, Shaya didn't know how to open his mouth.

The Monarch said, "I heard you're looking for me? What's the matter?" The Monarch had a sense of majesty as soon as he spoke.

There was no help for it. Don't look at Negris being informal with him, or acting like a curious old man in front of Ang, but he was ultimately an Undead Overlord. Looking down from a high position was a certainty.

Naji and Gray Stick couldn't feel this majesty because they were already in a weak position at the time, but Shaya felt it immediately and frowned with dissatisfaction: "Undead Summoner Shaya Gruman, requests to 'see' the person in charge of Anxi Cemetery."

He bit the word 'see' particularly hard.

The Monarch naturally heard his dissatisfaction and said casually without caring, "You're ugly, so I won't see you. Anything else?"

As expected of someone who often bickered with Negris, one sentence blocked all of Shaya's dissatisfaction in his stomach. People already said they were ugly; if you still wanted to 'see' them, it would be too impolite.

Watching Shaya's frustrated expression, Negris was laughing like crazy inside. This old immortal was just like Ang; speaking seriously could also piss people off to death.

"I am a Death Summoner and want to purchase a few remains from Anxi Cemetery. This is the permit issued by the Death Summoner Alliance." Shaya was blocked with a stomach full of anger and was too lazy to climb into friendship, so he said officially.

"Xu Kezheng?" The Monarch leaned forward to take a look and asked suspiciously, "Can remains still be bought and sold?"

"Of course they can. You don't even know this? Are you a night watchman?" Shaya said suspiciously.

The Monarch looked at Lisha, and Lisha hurriedly stepped forward to explain, "This is not the night watchman. The night watchman only comes at night. This is the person in charge."

Shaya said unhappily, "I can see that. Not professional at all. Does the night watchman only come back at night?"

Shaya didn't want to talk to these people anymore, but looking at the sky, it was only morning now. He couldn't say the word 'wait', so he could only explain patiently, "Ownerless remains can be bought and sold, but you must obtain a permit issued by the Undead Summoner Alliance, otherwise it's stealing corpses."

The Monarch looked at Shaya and then at the permit, confirming that he didn't seem to be lying, but nodded and asked, "What kind of remains do you want? How much do you plan to pay?"

"I need a tough one, with skin and flesh toughened like cowhide, complete, without obvious missing parts, preferably even with the brain tissue," Shaya said.

Saying it so complicatedly, wasn't it just wanting a tough-skinned zombie? Of course, what he said should be one without a soul. Are such remains very rare?

"It's not very rare, which is why I came to look. If you have one here, I'm willing to pay a high price," Shaya said hesitantly.

The Monarch heard his insincerity and said with dissatisfaction, "If you say it like that, then I don't have one here."

"Ah?" Was he seen through? Shaya was stunned for a moment. Seeing the Monarch making a move to leave, he hurriedly explained, "Please wait a moment. It's like this. Originally, such remains weren't hard to find, but ever since the Royal Mage Corps started a major cleanup, suitable remains were all cleaned up by them. So now, such remains are indeed relatively rare. So if there's a suitable one, I'm willing to pay a high price."

After Shaya's explanation, everyone knew that the so-called registration by the Royal Mage Corps was not limited to the gods, but also included fringe forces like Undead Summoners. Shaya's permit was the permit granted by the Death Summoner Association after registration.

Only Undead Mages who were registered and had obtained a permit could purchase remains and refine them into their own summoned creatures, and they had to register the quantity every year. So those who wanted to play with skeleton seas or undead frenzies were all illegal.

"So that's how it is. Then how high a price are you willing to pay?" the Monarch asked.

Shaya tentatively raised a hand: "Five magic crystals?"

"I don't know much about the price. Is five magic crystals very high?" the Monarch asked.

Shaya nodded: "It's very high, higher than a living person. A living slave only needs one or two magic crystals. If it's more expensive than a living person, many people will kill slaves and sell them as remains. So ordinary remains only cost one or two gold coins. My requirements are relatively high, so I can pay five magic crystals."

"Makes sense. Then have you never thought about secretly killing living people?" the Monarch asked.

"No, how could I? Don't talk nonsense!" Shaya was startled, shaking his head and waving his hands, saying, "If caught, you'll be thrown into the Soul Prison. Don't talk nonsense. Are there any suitable remains or not? If you don't sell, I'm leaving."

The Monarch said, "There are, but I can't use magic crystals. Staying here with the dead every day, there's no place to spend money. Do you have any other good things? You can use them to exchange."

As soon as Negris heard this, he knew what the Monarch was thinking. He was probably eyeing the other person's scarecrow hat. The scarecrow hat was a very low-level magical item, worth about ten or so magic crystals, but they had asked Naji before and didn't seem to have seen this kind of thing.

"Don't want money? Then what do you want?" Shaya asked.

"That depends on what you have. I have several remains here that meet your requirements," the Monarch said, adding a sentence in his heart: If there aren't any, I can make them on the spot.

Shaya thought for a while and said, "Soul crystals? Black crystals? Right, this, you must have never seen it. Muscle-generating potion, especially good for external injuries. Even if your flesh falls off, applying a little can stop bleeding and generate muscle. Continuous use can heal even bowl-sized wounds completely. Very precious. How about exchanging such potion for three remains?"

While speaking, Shaya took out a bottle of transparent liquid. Seeing this bottle of liquid, Negris couldn't hold back anymore and laughed out loud on the spot: "*Pfft*—"

Shaya, who had always treated the construct bird as a mount, was startled and looked at Negris suspiciously. When he saw Negris's unnatural fidgeting after being discovered by someone, his face changed suddenly, and he roared angrily: "You are refining soul constructs? How bold! Damn it, bone axes and bone swords come out, catch..."

The words behind couldn't be spoken because the Monarch's large hand had already pinched his mouth.

However, the summoning process didn't stop. A spatial rift slowly cracked open beside him, and two golden skeletons holding great swords and giant axes jumped out, roaring with their souls as they rushed forward, smoothly kneeling in front of the Monarch.

"......"