William did not walk around. He knew there was a barrier nearby, because there were faint magic fluctuations coming from a short distance ahead. Perhaps there were many traps, and walking around would bring unnecessary dangers, so William simply put on his hat and waited for someone to pick him up. He looked at the surrounding environment in a slight way: dancing in the sand and indifferent, this was an excellent hidden place. No wonder the association would establish a research institute here. Even the wizard would not come to the depths of the desert without water or food.

Sure enough, a figure appeared in the flying sand. The man was hunched and leaning on a wooden crutch, walking towards William step by step. William couldn't see his face. The man was wearing a black cloak with a bandage wrapped around his face, and his head was half down. However, William could be sure that he was not good-looking, because his hands were as slender and gray-black as if the dead branches were as thin as a tree branch. William could imagine him.

"William Taylor, come with me," said the man in an old, lifeless voice.

In this feeling, William felt that he was sweating constantly. William smelled the breath of death from this person. To talk about why William could do it, he could only say that William had escaped from the hands of the god of death many times and could feel the coldness of death. Just as only those who have seen death can see a horse-like creature like a horse. This is a very wonderful feeling. William kept guessing the identity of this person in his head, and he could only come up with a guess, that is, this person was a necromancer.

Necromancers, as humans, zealously devoted themselves to the dark magic of death and the highest, hoping to get all the power they want from the death of human fear. The special charm and huge power of this genre of magic attracted countless people and even madly. How many young and outstanding men devoted themselves to this dreamy magical magic to have a personal conversation with the gods in their dreams or resurrected their dead lovers, and then they discovered the unique charm of the necromancer in the process of soaring in the Kingdom of Death and would never regret it. In fact, the necromancer in front of him was once a young talent of a nobleman. His lover was accidentally killed by the church in the battle between the church and the wizard. And he just wanted to see the smile of his lover again and threw himself into the dark magic, never dead and sleepless.

"I didn't expect there would be a necromancer in the association." William thought

William knew that there were not many necromancers in this world. In the witch hunting movement launched in the 16th and 17th centuries, a large number of necromancers inevitably became targets of hunting. The church shouted that they were servants of the devil, and the descriptions of Indal in the Bible proved that necromancers were symbols of destruction. Most of the necromancers now hide in the world and pursue their ideals in the dark.

They walked in the desert like characters, William followed closely behind the person in front of him, neither of them spoke, this was the case with the necromancer, and even more so with William. William didn't want any words to make the person in front of him unhappy to summon a bunch of dead bodies to attack him. William did not think that the mage in front of him was a good man.

Finally they stopped. There was a stone slab in front of them. There was nothing special about the stone slab, and the special thing was that there was no grain of sand on the stone slab, which was impossible in the desert.

"Dong, dun"

The necromancer began to knock on the stone slab with a crutch. William thought it was a character from an ancient magic text, but it was very complicated. William didn't know what this character was. William was not good at ancient magic texts. Instead, later Hermione was very outstanding in ancient magic texts.

"Dong"

After the necromancer finished typing the last character, the stone slab cracked from the middle, revealing a larger bluestone slab with a circle painted on it, with pentagrams and strange-shaped patterns and words that William couldn't describe. This is a magic circle. This is the first time William saw the magic circle, which made William very magical.

"Standing in the middle" is another cold sentence,

William walked up, and the necromancer began to chant a spell. William sounded like the sound of Islamic prayer, but William knew that it would not be. The spell was not long. After the necromancer recited the last syllable, the magic circle began to emit a red light upwards, and then William disappeared.

Almost at the same time, William appeared in another room. Here were busy people, each of them wearing the same clothes, they discussed each other, and sometimes there were quarrels.

"You are William of the Taylor's family, right?" An old man with a kind face, stubble and shawl hair, and a height of 1.8 meters towards William. He was very graceful and inadvertently exuded a majestic momentum.
Chapter completed!