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Chapter 12 of My Necromancer of the Forbidden Academy
Then, he walked to the cage to the side, picked up the cold, stiff owl, and gently placed it in the center of the magic circle.
The results this time should be quite interesting.
"The world of the living has not forgotten you, and the peaceful rest of death is not the end of your story."
As soon as Morris finished chanting, the magic circle reacted.
Just like last time, the scarlet lines flowed slowly, all of them entering the owl's corpse.
However, this time, a few strands of dark gold could be faintly seen within the blood-red patterns.
As the last glimmer of red light disappeared into the owl's body, the warehouse fell into dead silence.
Suddenly, the owl opened its eyes wide, and two clusters of eerie blue flames ignited in its empty eye sockets, replacing its original eyeballs.
Morris crouched down in front of it.
"Waaah—"
It stood up, gazed at Maurice with its burning eyes, slowly lowered its head, and gently touched his fingertips with its beak.
Chapter 12 Special Abilities
"very good."
Morris hugged his owl with satisfaction.
Like the undead cat, its body has a cold feel to it.
"Coo-coo-"
But unlike the docile undead cat, this owl seemed unwilling to be held by Maurice, and struggled violently in his arms.
"Don't move."
Morris gave the command in a low voice, while holding the struggling owl even tighter in his arms.
You know what, it's actually quite comfortable to hold such a cool little thing in the middle of summer.
After receiving Morris's order, the owl reluctantly quieted down, but a low gurgling sound still emanated from deep within its throat.
He was clearly expressing his protest.
However, the protests were ineffective.
Morris changed his position and continued to hold his owl.
Finally, the owl couldn't take it anymore.
Its jet-black body suddenly disintegrated, turning into a black shadow that instantly merged into the shadow at Morris's feet, disappearing without a trace.
Suddenly, his arms were empty, leaving only a faint, chilling aura.
Morris was taken aback at first, then looked down at the ordinary-looking shadow at his feet and said excitedly, "Is this your ability?"
He tentatively gave the shadow the command: "Come out."
A ripple appeared in the shadow beneath my feet, but the owl did not appear; only a very faint, resistant purr was heard.
Morris raised an eyebrow, not angry at all, but instead smiled.
"You're unique. Fine, whatever."
Although the owl wasn't obeying him now, he could sense that once he gave a strong order, even if it meant death, the owl would obey without hesitation.
"Hmm... In that case, let's give you a name first."
Let me think about it...
Morris suddenly noticed the completely damp fireworks sitting in the corner.
"Let's call you Fireworks."
As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow beneath his feet began to boil violently, its blackness surging upwards and quickly coalescing into its true form.
Fireworks' eyes, burning with eerie blue flames, were now wide open, filled with protest.
"Gurgle—!!!"
Unfortunately, the protests were ineffective.
And so, the name of the fireworks was decided arbitrarily.
Perhaps because his own blood had been mixed into the magic circle, Morris was able to sense the fireworks' emotions to some extent.
Although the fireworks seemed to be very resistant to Maurice.
However, that deep-seated sense of intimacy cannot be hidden.
Simply put, it's being arrogant and tsundere.
Thinking of this, Maurice picked up the fireworks and rubbed them a few more times.
The firework emitted a short, almost indignant cry, as if even its feathers were about to explode.
It almost immediately gave up struggling, its body disintegrating into shadows once more, quickly seeping into his shadow and disappearing even more swiftly and cleanly than before.
Morris couldn't help but smile.
This is really an interesting child.
So he forcibly ordered the fireworks to come out and played with them for a while.
...
After a morning of testing, Morris figured out the rules of the fireworks ability.
It is known that the Undead Owl Fireworks can only attach to the shadow created by Maurice himself and cannot enter the shadow of any other object.
Moreover, fireworks can only enter and exit when they have a shadow.
Once in a completely dark environment where all light is blocked, the "door" for entering and exiting the shadows will be closed in both directions.
If the fireworks are already inside the shadow, they will remain trapped inside.
This ability is very convenient, allowing Maurice to carry fireworks with him at any time.
Moreover, based on the emotions conveyed by the fireworks, resting in the shadows is actually an extremely comfortable thing.
Therefore, during normal times, Maurice decided to keep the fireworks in his shadow.
You never know when they might be able to help you.
At lunchtime, dessert appeared on the children's home table today—a small piece of chocolate cake for each person, something that hadn't been seen in a long time.
A sinful mixture of sugar and oil.
But Morris didn't dislike it; in fact, he liked it.
This sweet taste was just to his liking.
Scott carefully poked at the edge of the cake with his fork, looked up at the caregiver beside him, and casually asked, "Is today some special day? There's a cake."
The caregiver paused, her face equally puzzled. "To be honest, I'm not quite sure either. It's all prepared by the kitchen."
It's probably because of Harold, Morris thought.
Although he had no evidence.
Harold was quite interested in his undead owl, and he had promised to show it to him.
It would be better to implement this agreement as soon as possible.
After lunch, Maurice went to the drawing room and found a black telephone.
It's probably been a long time since anyone used it, as a thin layer of dust has settled on it.
After entering the number Harold had given him, a long busy tone came through the receiver.
"...That's really slow."
Just when he thought no one would answer the phone.
"Hello?" A clear, childlike voice suddenly rang out.
Morris was stunned, wondering if he had dialed the wrong number.
"Is anyone listening?" The girl's voice was light and cheerful, typical of a child.
"I'm looking for Mr. Green," Morris said cautiously.
"Daddy's busy," the girl said obediently.
It seemed that Harold had given Maurice his home phone number, which surprised him slightly.
"Could you please have Mr. Green answer the phone?" he asked in a softer voice.
"Please wait a moment."
Light footsteps came from the other end of the receiver and gradually faded away.
Then came a series of indistinct conversations. Although the exact content was unclear, one of the people in the conversation was identified as Harold himself.
"Hello?" Harold's voice finally came through the phone.
"I am Maurice, Mr. Green," Maurice explained quickly. "The matter concerning the owl has been resolved. Would you like to come and see it?"
"I'm coming right away," Harold replied immediately, his tone revealing obvious urgency.
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