Fivik was not the only one who was surprised.
When He Xi finished recounting last night's bizarre chase in detail, the halfling mentor studied her apprentice from every angle.
"Let me make sure I've got this right." She set down her half-eaten pear tart and gestured with her little finger. "The moment you ran into those idiots, you used [Appraisal Spell] and saw that the poor bastard with the red nose had only been level 7 in life?"
He Xi was busy working through the Rose Thousand Layer Cake in his hands. He nodded through a mouthful. "That's right."
"That's strange..." Fivik's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Never mind whether it had a mind of its own. A level 7 creature's attributes have a ceiling. As a human, even if his attributes were mediocre, they'd still have a floor. There's no way his agility could've been that high."
"And yet this guy turned into a skeleton and could jump two or three meters in the air? He even outran your dog, then escaped from under the nose of someone on the verge of becoming a professional?" She spoke faster and faster. "I'm no expert in the Necromancy School, but I understand the basic principles."
"The basic attributes of undead creations come from their lives before death, with extra enhancements bestowed by the caster's magic. The boost from this wand certainly isn't weak, but it's nowhere near enough to make the remains of a level 7 creature undergo such... a transformation that defies everything we know about undead." She rubbed her chin, her eyes growing brighter. "Could it be that you've got some special talent for the Necromancy School?"
He Xi swallowed his mouthful of cake and ruefully realized that his teacher's attention always went to the strangest things.
And her attitude