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"He's looking, there must be more corpses around!"

"Yes sir!"

The guards dispersed again, and Concef stayed where he was.

His right hand made a grasping motion in the air, and a light blue magic ball appeared in his hand.

He pressed down hard, locking his Spiritual Sense into the magic.

"Not an undead? This is not Necromancy! "

"If it wasn't for the Undead