"Incredible, isn't it? Only the divine power of the Skeleton Divine Staff can give us endless life while still letting us enjoy the wonders of youth!" Woaofu, the Necromancy Archmage who had lived for a hundred and seventy years, took a deep breath of the cool air and spoke proudly to Han Shuo.
Han Shuo's eyes shone as he gazed greedily at the Skeleton Magic Staff in his hand, his heart filled with delighted surprise. He murmured, "No wonder. No wonder I always felt the Skeleton Magic Staff had other uses. I never imagined its effect would be so miraculous!"
Woaofu seemed very satisfied with Han Shuo's delight. Looking barely twenty, he carried himself with aristocratic elegance. At some point, a sharp little knife had appeared in his right hand, and before Han Shuo's eyes, he carefully trimmed his fingernails, which had originally been as sharp as blades.
While Han Shuo watched in astonishment, Woaofu finished trimming the blade-like nails on both hands. He gazed happily at his pale, lustrous hands in the moonlight and sighed. "How many years has it been? Ever since I merged with the lich, my long, beautiful hands disappeared, replaced by a pair of blade-like claws. Ah, my wonderful hands have finally returned. I no longer have to hide in endless darkness and wrap this unpresentable body in a black robe."
After merging with the old lich, his body had not only reeked of rotting corpses but had also become something neither human nor ghost. Although Woaofu had gained a long life, he had never dared walk openly in public. Otherwise, even if the Church of Light did not act against him, adventurers unaware of the truth would have attacked him as an undead creature.
Han Shuo was just as delighted as Woaofu. He enthusiastically