Wind Blade Bracelet

The room was furnished very simply: a double bed, a table and chairs, and a wardrobe. Since no one lived here, there were not even any blankets on the bed—just a bare mattress. The room was completely exposed at a glance, making it difficult to hide anything.

Green closed the door behind him and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ease the strain on his eyes. Then he used Death Spirit Sight again to search for clues.

In the black-and-white field of vision, bloodstains appeared beside the wardrobe and desk, as well as on the mattress. Beneath the mattress, there was also an even stronger Psychic Energy fluctuation.

Green's eyes lit up. He immediately stepped forward to inspect it, unconcerned that the anomaly might have left behind a magical trap. If there really had been a magical trap, it would certainly have produced Psychic Energy fluctuations, and he would have detected them when he used Death Spirit Sight earlier. Moving swiftly, Green quickly found an exquisite silver bracelet hidden inside the mattress lining.

The instant the bracelet touched his hand, Green felt a response in his heart. The Graveyard System in his mind issued a notification: "A magical item containing Psychic Energy has been discovered: Wind Blade Bracelet. Absorb its Psychic Energy?"

"The Wind Blade Bracelet. Baron Lonanks used this magical item to injure that anomaly before he died. As expected, it contains Psychic Energy, and the Graveyard can absorb it."

Green was thrilled and chose to absorb it without hesitation. Although the Wind Blade Bracelet was quite valuable, it was stolen property and could not be brought into the open. It was better to absorb its Psychic Energy as soon as possible and activate all the Graveyard's functions.

The next moment, as Green made his choice, the Wind Blade Bracelet in his hand immediately glowed with a pale blue halo. This blue halo was more than ten times denser than the green halo from the half-broken Bone Whistle. Clearly, the Psychic Energy contained in an intact magical item and a damaged one could not be mentioned in the same breath.

Soon, the blue halo sank into Green's hand. The Wind Blade Bracelet followed in the Bone Whistle's footsteps, turning into some slippery powder that scattered across the floor.

At the same time, another "beep" rang out in Green's mind. It was like a computer restarting, followed by a buzzing hum that left him dizzy and disoriented.

Several minutes later, Green gradually adjusted and hurried into the Graveyard space. At first glance, he noticed the change. His status panel had originally occupied the upper-left corner of the Graveyard space, while the other three corners had been empty. This time, however, a blue crystal symbol had appeared in the upper-right corner, followed by the number "25."

"It finally appeared! The blue crystal represents Psychic Energy. After absorbing the Wind Blade Bracelet and activating the Graveyard, there are still 25 points of Psychic Energy left." Green was both delighted and excited. His thoughts raced as he hurried into the Graveyard to check the recruitment cost for Skeleton Soldiers.

As the standard companion of a Necromancer, Skeleton Soldiers were cheap, requiring only five points of Psychic Energy. They were extremely easy to mass-produce, and once a Skeleton Soldier army took shape, its power would be terrifying.

Green tried recruiting one Skeleton Soldier first. Five points of Psychic Energy were consumed, and amid a rustling sound, a stark white skeleton wearing tattered leather armor and carrying a shortsword and round shield dug open a grave mound and crawled out a few seconds later.

As Green examined the Skeleton Soldier, he was rather surprised. He had been influenced by preconceived notions—in games, Skeleton Soldiers were cannon fodder. Yet this Skeleton Soldier looked quite imposing. It stood over 1.9 meters tall, with green soul fire flickering in its enormous skull. Its bones were thick and sturdy, as though cast from iron, while its shortsword and round shield, though somewhat rusty, were still remarkably fine.

Green tried controlling the Skeleton Soldier and was pleasantly surprised again. To his great astonishment, this Skeleton Soldier was actually quite intelligent. Even if his commands were vague, it could understand Green's intent. It was agile in movement, swift and fierce in attack, and absolutely qualified as a warrior.

After several tests, Green was very satisfied. However, another problem arose: how could Skeleton Soldiers recruited in the Graveyard be manifested in reality? Most Necromancers used Soul Summoning to summon undead creatures, but before Green transmigrated, Green Wilson had only been a half-baked amateur. He was not even a Novice Necromancer Apprentice and only knew one Necromancy spell—Death Spirit Sight. It was even less likely that he had mastered Soul Summoning.

Green fell into thought. He did not rush to recruit the remaining four Skeleton Soldiers. Besides, he was in Baron Lonanks's home and did not dare linger in the Graveyard for too long, so he soon withdrew.

"Perhaps I can try asking Vincent."

In fact, Necromancers were not a profession that had to hide from the light in this world.

Necromancers were a legitimate branch of orthodox magicians. Their methods were merely rather horrifying, making ordinary people afraid of them. Yet among the nobility, there was no discrimination against Necromancers. On the contrary, nobles preferred to befriend powerful Necromancers, especially elderly and sickly nobles. If they were unwilling to face death, Necromancers could help transform them into liches. Though they would lose much in the process, at least they could continue living.

Therefore, Green judged that if Vincent learned he had become a Novice Necromancer Apprentice and needed Soul Summoning, Vincent would certainly be more than willing to help.

The night passed without incident~~~

Early the next morning, a black carriage raced to the entrance of Baron Lonanks's mansion. A blond man in a black trench coat stepped down from it, carrying a chilling aura.

Green had just risen when he saw through the second-floor guestroom window that the man spoke briefly with the police officers standing guard outside before returning to the carriage. The carriage then entered through the gates and drove straight beneath the building. Three people stepped out: besides the blond man, there was another man and a woman. All wore identical black trench coats, and beneath their coats, each carried military long-barreled revolvers and fighting daggers issued by the kingdom's army.

"Are they from the Anomalies Bureau? A baron was tortured to death by an anomaly. This must have caused an uproar, so the Anomalies Bureau has no choice but to take it seriously."

Green observed silently, feeling somewhat curious about the Anomalies Bureau.

The Anomalies Bureau was a government department of the Lorenzo Kingdom specifically responsible for overseeing supernatural affairs. Independent of the military, police, and intelligence departments, it reported directly to the king and prime minister and possessed extremely high authority.

At the same time, the replacement Viscount Paul had sent for him arrived as well.

Green was only a distant relative who had joined Viscount Paul's household not long ago, far from being one of Viscount Paul's confidants. Perhaps he might have a chance to earn Vincent's trust in the future, but for now, he could not participate in certain secrets of the Lineage. The only reason he had been left here yesterday was that there had been no one else available, making him a temporary measure. Early the next morning, he was replaced and sent back to continue serving as an apprentice butler.

Green had already obtained the Wind Blade Bracelet, so his goal had been achieved. He had no desire to remain any longer. After giving the other man a few instructions, he returned to Wilson Castle and went straight to find Vincent.

It was obvious that Vincent was also quite interested in the Anomalies Bureau.

"There were two men and one woman. I did not get a clear look before Soren replaced me." Green answered with a smile. Soren was the man Viscount Paul had sent to replace him.

"What a pity!" Vincent shrugged, though he was not overly fixated on it. Then he asked, "Green, you rarely come to the study on your own initiative. Have you run into some trouble?"

Green smiled. "It is not exactly trouble. There is simply something I would like to ask you to help with."

"Oh? What is it? Let me hear it." Vincent did not immediately pound his chest and make grand promises. This was how most nobles handled matters. If a noble took everything upon himself before understanding the situation, then nine times out of ten, he did not truly intend to help.