Edna was spacing out.
Her companions were spacing out too.
The once-charming town of Targos was left in complete disarray at this moment.
Undead scattered across the mountains and plains were stripping roofs and tearing through cabinets inch by inch.
Mixed in the middle were a portion of local residents, as well as foreign merchants and adventurers.
If the undead relied on sheer numbers to miss not a single inch, these people simply relied on their familiarity with the town to directly search places they harbored doubts about in their hearts.
"Um..." Edna said softly, "Luka, do you still want to go down and search?"
"How much money do I pay... will the undead let me read a few pages after they find it?" The alchemist considered for a moment before asking with a solemn expression.
"Huh?" Old School Striking King raised her head sensitively. "Are Nether Scrolls something you can just read once and understand? Is there really no absolute need to obtain them yourself?"
"Of course," Nasr said cheerfully. "Even for one of Mystra's Chosen, being able to read more than ten pages is already quite impressive.
This is a complete set of fifty pages; who has that kind of ability?"
He leisurely popularized the consequences of reading too many Nether Scrolls for Striking King.
The undead female priest wore a solemn expression, then suddenly waved her claws and typed swiftly on her tablet.
Barely a minute after she stopped her hands, cheers erupted from the undead below... If at first they only picked up every item to observe it carefully, now they even started pulling up the flowers and grass by the roadside.
"Old Dog says... we can open a library over at Aglaia Port," Old School Striking King said with a yearning expression. "Isn't there an