Wright and his seven members, six of them turned their eyes to the last companion.

Luo Heng also looked at the necromancer. He didn't pay attention at first, but now he was betting on his eyes. Luo Heng suddenly felt the strangeness of the necromancer. His movements were stiff, but he was sitting on the chair but he was habitually stiffening his waist, and the expression on his face was a little numb, not as vivid as Wright and others.

If he was placed in a group of corpse witches, such physical movements would be inconspicuous, but it would be very strange when compared with Wright and others.

Wright whispered a spell. Suddenly, the flesh and blood of the undead mage's clothes flowed down like melted wax, revealing the gray-white skeleton below. The undead mage was actually a skeleton disguised?

"Ah!? Skeleton?"

"How is it possible? I can't feel its soul breath at all."

"It's so amazing. I saw his eyes just now. Although his eyes were a little dull, they were obviously the eyes of living people."

"Even a real transformed dragon cannot hide it from our perception. How did it do it?"

The hall was in an uproar, and everyone was shocked by this incredible scene.

All those present are high-level undead creatures. Undead creatures have innate advantages in breaking illusions. However, since they came in, no one has seen through the disguise of this skeleton. It is really terrible. If the enemy with ulterior motives comes, the disguise is close to this distance and can launch an attack.

Realizing this, several guards in charge of Luo Heng's safety rushed out in shame.

"Get out." Luo Heng waved his hand and his soul drank.

Unlike the guards responsible for safety, Luo Ying was more excited. The transformed magic armor was so magical that it actually concealed everyone's perception. Even they could hide it. Who else in this world could see through it?

The melting and flowing transformed magic armor finally gathered into a dragon-shaped statue on the ground. Luo Heng recognized this dragon as the transformed dragon that was killed by the King of Steel Bone thirty years ago.

Wright wiped sweat from his forehead. He almost scared him when several guards rushed out just now. He also realized the offense of this behavior, but it was not his fault.

If a magic weapon like the Transformed Demon Armor is leaked, it will definitely attract crazy robbery, so in addition to bringing two thousand skeleton soldiers to escort, Wright strictly kept the news and put the Demon Armor where no one expected it.

I originally wanted to enter the steel bone collar, but when I saw the Skeleton Castle, I took off the magic armor. Unexpectedly, as soon as I stepped on the Skeleton Collar, I was stunned by all kinds of novel things. In addition, the road was good and the carriage was fast. I originally planned to walk on the road for more than ten days, but I finished it in five hours and stopped directly at the door of the Skeleton Castle.

In this case, Wright could not think of offending.

The two undead held up the transformed dragon statue and floated to Luo Xun. With such a magical toy, Luo Xun didn't care about Wright and others for a while and ordered: "Enjoy our distinguished guests and serve delicious food."

After saying that, he held the statue and went backwards, leaving Wright and his party behind.

Mobak floated over and led Wright and others to the side hall, and said while floating: "My King has built a new kitchen in the Bones Castle, but it has never been fired. Today you are here just in time. You can try whether the kitchen is useful. And you have good taste. All the dishes invented by the King are prepared. Please make sure to evaluate it."

Mobak explained in a nagging manner, but he didn't notice that all the six Wrights behind him were pale, and keywords such as "never fired", "try", "My King invented", made their stomachs start to churn before they could eat.

An immortal territory that never had to eat, built a kitchen, and the King of Steel Bone personally invented the dish. Can that thing be eaten?

A necromancer stammered and said, "Actually, there is no need to worry about it. We still have dry food on our bodies. We can eat dry food, so there is no need to worry about it."

"No need to worry, we can eat dry food." Wright and others agreed.

"How can this be done?" Mobak said loudly: "No one can entertain guests like this. There is no meal. When it is reported, others thought that we couldn't afford to even have a meal, which would damage our reputation."

Well, my king's reputation has been brought out. Not eating this meal is trying to damage the reputation of the King of Steel Bone. In order to avoid being torn apart by the skeletons, Wright and others did not dare to refuse again.

Sitting on the long table in the side hall, Wright and others looked around and felt a little embarrassed because it was too dark and the light in the Bones Castle was very dim, with only a ghost fire lamp several dozen meters providing lighting.

It is not a problem for undead creatures. They do not rely on their eyes to see the way. For living people such as Wright, it is okay to walk, but they can’t eat and can’t see the table clearly. What if they take the wrong food or stuff the food into their noses?

Their embarrassment did not last long. Seven or eight groups of ghost fires floated in, hovered over their heads, and then shone brightly, and in an instant, the space near the table was as bright as day.

"Resentment...resentment spirit, can resentment spirit still be used like this?" The undead mages were upset and stared at the ghost fire on their heads in amazement.

Resentful spirits are the lowest-level existences in the spiritual body series. They cannot even be classified as spiritual bodies, but are just some broken soul fragments. Only when they become larger in number, collide with each other, and become ghosts can they be considered a true spiritual body.

There are a lot of resentful spirits, and their existence can be seen in all dark corners. Only when the breath of death comes, resentful spirits will be reborn. In places with more corpses such as cemeteries and mass graves, they often gather with ghost fires.

This kind of resentful spirit, which is of no use, has turned into a illuminating flame at this moment, reflecting the entire dining table. It is such a wonderful idea. Can the resentful spirit emit such a bright light last?

Mobak acted as a qualified guide and explained to everyone: "This is an invention of my king Ruizhi. We call it a phosphorus lamp. After repeated training, the resentful spirit can understand two instructions, such as light and dark."

With Mobak's words, the light of the resentful spirit strengthened the most, and then became a little darker, returning to its original strength.

Mobak continued: "And the vengeful spirit has the characteristics of affinity for phosphorus. Putting them together with the phosphorus ore can replenish phosphorus and can continue to shine for five hours. Although its brightness is so high, the temperature is actually very low."

Mobak picked up a sheepskin pad and put it on, with no sign of burning or ignition.

Wright and others were immediately interested: "Mr. Mobak, are such phosphorus lamps for sale? How much does it cost?"

As a mage, Wright is too clear about the function of lamps. He doesn't have good lighting tools. He either uses a torch or candle. The torch is too smoked and the candles are too dark. Moreover, they all have a common safety hazard and are prone to fires.

It is safer to use magic to light or magic lamp directly, but it is too expensive and not affordable for ordinary mages.

Moreover, whether it is a magician or a lighting magic, it is not as stable as the phosphorus lamp in front of you. With such a low temperature, it is better to have safety. If the price is appropriate, Wright and others are very willing to buy some.

"Of course, we can't use this thing for sale, it's just the price. How much do you want to pay for a cup?" asked Mobak.

“The cheaper the better.”

"A gold coin?"

"Don't be funny, a magic lamp is two hundred gold coins. I think the phosphorus lamp is better than the magic lamp. Didn't you hear it just now? It can be replenished by putting it together with the phosphorus ore. Although the magic lamp can light up for a longer time, it is possible to replenish magic crystals. I think it should be sold for two hundred gold coins."

"It makes sense, but I can't afford two hundred gold coins."

Wright and his team started talking.

While listening, Mobak was about to laugh in his heart. He asked Wright and others to bid because he really didn't know what the price of lighting tools outside was. He asked them to quote first, so he felt very confident.

However, even the lowest price among them was far beyond his psychological price. Originally, the reserve price given to him was only ten silver coins, because this kind of phosphorus lamp cost almost no cost.

What is a vengeful spirit? It is equivalent to weeds on the grassland, which grow in crops one by one, and it grows endlessly. Phosphorus ores are everywhere. Not to mention the natural phosphorus ores, just one billion skeletons evaporate into the air.

Both are worthless things. The only valuable thing is the method of training the vengeful spirits, which is also the core competitiveness of the steel bone collar. Even if others know that the phosphate lamp is the vengeful spirit and phosphate ore, they cannot make the vengeful spirit light up.

The reserve price set by Luo was a random number because he didn't know the prices outside. However, he also instructed Mobak and others to understand the prices first before determining the prices.

After listening to the discussions of Wright and others, Mobak determined a number in his mind. Of course, he did not follow the magic lamp, but chose the lowest number that everyone talked about.

"A gold coin? Really sell one gold coin? Hurry up, give me ten!" The undead mage who was just beginning to guess a gold coin jumped up excitedly.

"Ten cups? Can you use so many?"

"Do you need it or not and sell it back? Teachers and others must also need such bright and easy-to-use lights."

"Yes, yes, yes, I can sell it, I also want ten."

"I want twenty."

Everyone was talking and saying that they sold hundreds of phosphorus lamps before they could eat.

Mobak smiled in his heart, not for the sales of these hundreds or dozens of bullets, but from everyone's attitude, phosphorus lamps are still very popular, so there is no need to worry about future sales.

At this moment, a voice said, "I want a hundred cups." The person who spoke was Wright. As a third-level necromancer, his family's fortune was much thicker than his companions, but he was willing to smash 100 gold coins at one time. Obviously, he was very optimistic about this product.

"Okay, okay, you can get discounts for more than one hundred cups, 105% off, you only need to pay 95 gold coins."

"Is this true? Then can we combine these orders into one order and enjoy a 10% discount?"

"Is that OK? Are there any discounts for those two hundred cups? Wright, let's buy our orders together."

"How about we just set up a chamber of commerce, and what about the Cyborg Chamber of Commerce?"
Chapter completed!