"Uh... then what do we do with him?"
Just as Jia Xiu decided to go find Bubu, Mia pointed at the necromancer on the ground and asked.
Jia Xiu turned back to look at "Frankenstein," whose eyes had lost all hope and become utterly hollow.
Only now did he realize he had never even asked the man's name. Not that it mattered. No one cared.
With all those stitch marks and alchemical devices embedded in his body, they might as well call him Frankenstein.
Though he was far more hardcore than the original Frankenstein. The original at least stitched together other people's corpses; this one stitched up himself.
As things stood, this man was basically of no further value to Jia Xiu and the others.
But how could they squeeze a little more residual heat out of him—
Jia Xiu thought quickly, then said through prayer, "Let's leave a surveillance spell on him, lock him up here, and wait for the Unity Society to take over. We can listen in on what they do."
"Fine, but how do we lock him up? A Paralysis Spell, or—"
Before Margaret could finish, Ram picked up his little hammer again, walked over to Frankenstein, and brought it down twice on the alchemical devices embedded in his body.
Bang! Bang!
A wisp of purple smoke rose from the alchemical devices.
"Now he can't move," Ram said with a shrug. "Finally, that feels better."
A few minutes later, Jia Xiu's group arrived at the place where Bubu had been stopped by the society members.
Right there in the middle of the street, Bubu stood in lich form, gripping its frost-radiating greatsword with both hands.
That thing had actually been bought from a crafts shop. It was not a proper weapon.
Proper weapons generally had no