Please Call Me an Archaeologist

"Knights! Run!"

Unrestrained grins fused with extreme terror, twisting the bandits' faces.

They had not expected to kick an iron plate. That young man was actually a first-rank knight.

"Think you can run?"

Medivh moved like a ghost, and the bandits fell one after another.

Those Apprentice Knights drew their swords and fought him desperately.

But how could fireflies contend with the bright moon? Their swords were severed by Battle Qi, and the blades swept across their throats.

From the moment Medivh acted to the moment every bandit was dead, only a few minutes had passed.

Before a first-rank knight, ordinary warriors and Apprentice Knights were utterly weak and powerless.

When Medivh returned, Audrey was still staring wide-eyed at him, not yet recovered from her shock.

Wasn't Medivh a Necromancer Apprentice? She had never heard that he was a knight.

Medivh ignored her, acting as though nothing had happened. He sat by the fire and continued roasting the rabbit.

"Hey, why didn't you reveal that you were a knight?"

After coming to her senses, Audrey asked curiously.

A formal knight was formidable fighting power. Such a young first-rank knight had a promising future ahead of him.

If Medivh had revealed his identity as a knight, he would never have suffered expulsion, exile, and a broken engagement.

"The Hobarton Family isn't worth my service. I decide my own life."

Medivh handed the roasted rabbit to Audrey, his expression calm.

He possessed a mature soul and had planned his life since childhood.

While his father was still alive, he had secretly used his father's status to obtain a batch of Battle Qi cultivation resources.

Before his father met with disaster, he had warned him several times. Unfortunately, his father had been too confident to heed his words and had ultimately died on the battlefield of another world.

After his parents died, Medivh, who had never felt any sense of belonging to the Hobarton Family, began planning to leave the family.

For the past eight years, he had kept a low profile and used that stash of Battle Qi cultivation resources to improve himself.

He had anticipated that his talent for magic might be poor, so he would not hang himself from a single tree.

His original intention had been to leave the family and establish himself independently. How could he possibly reveal his knight identity and serve the Hobarton Family?

"Wow, this is delicious!"

Audrey could understand why Medivh, who had had his own ideas since childhood, had made such a decision.

Her attention was quickly drawn to the roasted rabbit. She dared say that this was the most delicious thing she had ever eaten.

She had not expected Medivh to possess such skill. She was truly curious how he had spent the past eight years.

"Hey, don't you have even the slightest thoughts about me?"

Full and satisfied, Audrey nudged Medivh beside her with her elbow.

She still could not let go of how decisively Medivh had rejected the marriage.

"Not interested."

Medivh glanced at Audrey. It was perfectly normal for someone who had impulsively run away with him to ask strange questions.

"Hey, don't tell me you like..."

Audrey suddenly thought of something, and her gaze turned strange.

"Don't question my preferences. Look at yourself—what is there to attract me?"

Medivh's eyes were sharp. When he saw Audrey secretly glance at the yellow-toothed brute, he immediately knew what she was thinking.

Having his preferences questioned, Medivh struck back. He stared at Audrey's flat chestplate and mocked her.

"Hehe, don't underestimate me!"

Audrey removed her chestplate and looked at Medivh smugly.

"All right, I admit you're very good at hiding it."

Medivh was dumbfounded. He had not expected Audrey to bind herself so tightly.

"So?"

Audrey deliberately leaned closer to Medivh, wanting to see this unflappable fellow lose his composure.

"Do you really want something to happen?"

Medivh found it baffling. He could not make sense of Audrey's train of thought.

"I've imagined that after we went through life and death together, we'd have a pleasant night after one of our adventures. I've imagined..."

"Now there's another possibility. You're a knight, so maybe one day you'll get excited and pin me against a wall!"

Audrey excitedly described her fantasies, all of them involving the two of them forming an unusual friendship after experiencing all sorts of adventures in different settings.

In those fantasies, she had always taken the initiative. After Medivh's knight identity was exposed, she had added several new ideas.

"You really can imagine things. Every fantasy is about me?"

Medivh did not know how to comment. This girl's way of thinking truly was bizarre.

"Who else would I fantasize about? I ran away with you, didn't I? If not you, then who?"

Audrey rolled her eyes at Medivh. Having come this far, could she still turn back?

"I don't have any thoughts in that direction for now. If you have energy with nowhere to vent it, go bury those corpses, or dig up the bones in these spots."

Medivh changed the subject. He did not even have a place to stay, and the crisis had yet to be resolved. How could he be in the mood for pleasure?

"Hmph, even if you wanted me, I wouldn't give myself to you!"

Audrey snorted softly.

"Hey, aren't there ready-made corpses over there? Why dig bones out of the ground?"

Audrey did not continue fooling around and asked Medivh why he would not use the available materials.

"Do you know why Necromancers declined?"

Medivh looked up and asked.

"I don't."

Audrey shook her head. She did not understand the reason.

"Those corpses are currently bathing in Holy Light. Casting necromancy on them would be no different from suicide."

From a Necromancer's perspective, the bandits' corpses were glowing white. That was the God of Light's Hospice Blessing, specifically meant to target Necromancers.

"So that's how it is."

Once she understood, Audrey immediately grabbed a shovel and ran off to dig up bones, without any of a noble young lady's fussiness.

Medivh did not idle around either. He found a spot and began digging up bones buried underground.

These bones had belonged to those who died after the Hospice Blessing appeared.

Traces of the blessing remained on those bones, making them junk materials to Necromancers.

However, Medivh did not care. He intended to test that special Bone Resurrection.

After entering a casting state, information about the bones appeared within Medivh's spiritual vision. They were human bones that were one hundred and thirty-seven years old.

He chose the special casting method. After Necrotic Black Light fell upon the bones, the spell succeeded, yet no undead Skeleton appeared.

The bones melted within the black light and condensed into a pale green bone arm.

The bone arm carried unique information in his vision. It was a Green Bone Arm, which could be used to assemble a Green Bone Skeleton.

Green Bone Components came from bones between one hundred and three hundred years old.

A newly resurrected Green Bone Skeleton was equivalent to an Apprentice Knight, with a growth limit of the second rank.

"Interesting."

Excitement shone in Medivh's eyes. His mage talent had fused with the soul from his previous life and mutated into a unique time-based spell.

To him, the older the bones, the more precious they were. Time was the accumulation of power.

He should not be called a Necromancer. He should be called an Archaeologist.

After digging up more bones, Medivh began measuring their age.

When Necrotic Black Light targeted corpses between five and fifty years old, grey light appeared in his spiritual vision. Bones from this age range could be transformed into Grey Bone Components.

A Grey Bone Skeleton initially possessed strength equivalent to a militiaman, with a growth limit roughly equal to an Apprentice Knight.

For bones between fifty and one hundred years old, the light was pale, and they could be transformed into White Bone Components.

A White Bone Skeleton initially possessed strength equivalent to an elite soldier, with a growth limit of the first rank.