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Old Tom took the gold coins and pulled a heavy brass key from under the counter. "Third floor, the room at the end of the corridor, the window faces the backyard, it's fairly quiet. Would you like some food?"
"No need for now, thank you."
Morris took the key and turned to walk up the narrow staircase.
Old Tom muttered something under his breath and continued wiping the seemingly endless glass in his hands.
Morris went to the end of the third-floor corridor, turned the key, and went inside.
It was an ordinary hotel room, the facilities were old, but it was clean enough.
Although the room was small, it was at least large enough to set up a magic circle for converting undead creatures.
He locked the door, placed the five swallowtail dog skeletons on the ground, and their skeletons immediately returned to their normal size.
"Alright, time to get to work."
Transforming an undead creature is not difficult for Morris now.
But when the number becomes large, it's a completely different story.
Morris now has a vague sense of the "magic" within him.
He was able to roughly estimate the amount of "magic" he possessed.
After completing the transformation of the two swallowtail dog skeletons, Morris decisively stopped.
Although the magic reserves have not run out, they have dropped to a level that requires vigilance.
Squeezing yourself dry is not a pleasant experience.
Morris glanced out the window; it was already dark, and snowflakes were falling softly.
A gust of cold wind slipped in through the crack in the window, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
He took out his wand, chanted a spell, and blue, bellflower-like flames emerged from the wand, instantly dispelling the chill.
Indeed, magic is more convenient.
Asking him to completely refrain from using magic during his vacation would be worse than killing him.
...
For the next two days, Morris lived a very regular life, wandering around Diagon Alley during the day and returning to the Leaky Cauldron at night to perform the undead creature conversion ritual.
Soon, it was December 22nd.
Today is trading day.
In Frick's shop, five fresh skeleton dogs roamed around playfully.
Mrs. Caroline is selecting a skeleton dog that suits her taste.
She pointed to the most rounded pelvic bone and exclaimed, "Oh, that one is very nice... Listen to the sound of the bones rubbing together, how crisp and lively!"
"That's it!"
She readily agreed and took out a velvet purse adorned with jewels.
The purse wasn't large, but Mrs. Caroline poured out gallons from it continuously, which clattered onto the counter.
Meanwhile, Morris said to the chosen skeletal dog, "From today onwards, Mrs. Caroline is your master."
The fire in the skeletal dog's eyes flickered, and it trotted to Mrs. Caroline's feet.
Mrs. Caroline was quite satisfied as the skeletal dog followed behind her.
"Good boy!" she said happily, stroking the skeleton dog's head. "When we get back, I'll polish your bones even brighter and tie a dark green velvet bow tie on them."
Seeing this, Maurice felt relieved.
The transaction is now officially complete.
In fact, Morris could vaguely sense that every skeletal dog he created had a "contractual relationship" with him.
He is the original and most fundamental "master".
Even though he has now handed over control and ordered the skeleton dog to serve its new master, the relationship has not disappeared, but has become extremely weak.
In other words, the skeleton dog is still under his control.
Of course, he didn't intentionally want to leave himself a backup plan, but with his current abilities, he simply couldn't completely sever this connection.
But it doesn't matter—all Mrs. Caroline wanted was a well-behaved pet anyway.
Chapter 73 This is what a simp is like.
"Are you satisfied, madam?" Frick rubbed his hands together and moved closer to Mrs. Caroline. "If you're not satisfied, I can return or exchange it for you free of charge until you find the one you like best."
"Really?" Mrs. Caroline asked doubtfully. "These skeleton dogs...aren't they this young gentleman's?"
She looked at Maurice as she spoke.
"Ah, not anymore." Frick patted his chest and continued, "Madam, I went to great lengths to persuade this young man to sell the skeleton dog in my shop. It's all for you, and I can certainly give you a free skeleton dog as a gift!"
"Really?" Mrs. Caroline exclaimed, covering her empty mouth. "I'm so touched, Mr. Frick."
"But I'm sorry, I can't accept your gift."
Frick was somewhat disappointed upon hearing this, but then he put on an even warmer smile. "Madam, you're too kind!"
He bowed slightly and said earnestly, "I completely understand how you feel. Please don't take this as a burden. It's just a personal token of my appreciation. What's wrong with friends exchanging gifts?"
Mrs. Caroline replied briefly, "Thank you, but really, it's not necessary."
Morris watched this scene from the side, turned his face away, and silently said to himself:
"six!"
Is this what a simp is?
This was the first time he had ever seen such a creature in real life.
Even more outrageous, the object being licked was actually a skeleton.
This world is so magical.
Mrs. Caroline left immediately after buying the pet she wanted.
Morris turned to Frick, who looked dejected, and asked, "Mr. Frick, are you pursuing Mrs. Caroline?"
"Yes," Frick sighed softly, "What a noble lady… even her refusal was so graceful, unwilling to accept a gift that might bring controversy. I still remember the first time we met…"
Morris's lips twitched. "No need to say anything more, Frick. I'm not interested in your story."
However, Flick had already started talking to himself:
"It was a sunless night, with wind and rain, thunder and lightning..."
Seeing this, Morris quickly swept the Galleons on the counter into his backpack and turned to leave.
Let whoever wants to hear this story listen.
Regarding this money, Flick did not ask for a share, only charging thirty Galleons for the cost of the skeleton—after all, the skeleton dog was sold by Morris alone.
Afterwards, Morris, carrying a backpack bulging with Galleons, made a trip to Diagon Alley and visited several potion supply stores.
When he returned to the Leaky Cauldron, it was already dark, and most of the Galleons in his bag had turned into potion ingredients such as Narcissus Root, Valerian Root, and Sleepy Bean.
These alone cost him nearly two hundred Galleons.
It has to be said, potions are incredibly expensive.
Selling a skeleton dog is simply not enough to sustain the business for long.
Besides the necessary potion of life and death, he was also interested in many other potion recipes.
Coincidentally, he was interested in the more advanced potions.
The ingredients for basic potions aren't necessarily cheap, but the ingredients for advanced potions are always expensive.
Thinking about this gave Morris a headache.
In the end, he still needs money.
...
The next day, Maurice visited Frick's shop and received some good news.
One of Flick's regular customers had reserved a skeleton dog.
This was undoubtedly a good omen, and it lifted Maurice's spirits.
"That customer had a unique taste," Frick said, wiping a skull. "He said he wanted to make soup with a skull dog."
Morris was taken aback. "Is this guy out of his mind?"
Frick shrugged. "I think so too... Oh, you mustn't say that in front of the guests."
Morris did not speak.
Well, in his eyes, Flick himself also falls into the category of "having something wrong with his head".
However, it doesn't matter if you use skeletal dog bones to make soup.
He had already tried it; boiling water did not harm the skeleton dog at all.
For the rest of the time, Morris and Flick chatted.
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