Strongest Dimensional Necromancer-Chapter 66: Too much talk

Kivara tensed together with Riven. They had been dancing around it since she told him Sigils also have ranks. They had been trying not to put a name to something that was true.

Zandrel’s eyes shone with naked greed as he stared at Riven. "The one in a trillion Sigil. The legendary twice known. The Primal Sigil!"

Riven shuddered when he heard that. He had suspected it as well. Cultivating aura into his Sigil was as easy as breathing, especially when he was in an area where there was lots of death aura.

In fact, he could be fighting and still continue to take in aura, and the storage was so big for someone his rank that he could store the amount of Kivara’s aura in his own Sigil.

And Kivara was a Radiant rank Sigil.

Riven took a deep breath and calmed himself. ’.....right...nothing has changed...I still have to continue cultivating until I reach the peak...this will only make things easier.....’

Kivara looked at him and envy flashed in her eyes. "And I thought I was impressive with my Radiant Sigil. Indeed, the world is far bigger than I know."

"Or smaller. You did manage to meet me in the forest after all," Riven said.

Kivara’s face twitched. "Right. Should I say congratulations?"

Zandrel watched them without speaking and poured himself another drink. His hand seemed to tremble slightly before it stabilized, and he raised the cup to his mouth for a sip. "Drink! Drink to celebrate yourself!"

Riven drank. It wasn’t as pleasant as all the people who drank it made it look. It was bitter and it burned. He coughed a few times, his mouth twisting in disgust. "Why do people make it look like it’s water they’re drinking?"

Zandrel tapped his head. "It’s what it does here. Unfortunately for we Practitioners, alcohol doesn’t work like that on our bodies, so we have to spend a lot of resources for the special aura herbs that will be turned into different alcohol for different ranks."

Riven froze with the cup in his hand. "Wait...this..."

"It’s a rank one alcohol, but there’s something in my own cup already for it to hit me. Enough about that, let’s talk about you. Kivara told me what happened and where she found you."

"What happened?" Riven asked casually.

"Yes, how your village was destroyed and destroyed by a group of necromancers and how you are the only one to survive. My condolences."

Riven looked at Kivara, but her expression was stable. He nodded his head in a half bow. "Thank you, Master Zandrel."

But inside he was suddenly wary. ’...she did not tell her master about the Catacomb and the book he was now bound with...she didn’t trust her master?...’

Master Zandrel continued speaking. "I should give you a warning that you should keep your head low and let no one know about the Sigil rank. They will kill you to have you cut open just to see what makes you different.

"And some will simply kill you because of the advantage that the Sigil brings. Especially in the future."

Riven nodded solemnly.

"You want to lay low in the Green Clouds Sect for now so that you can build your powers. It’s not a bad ambition. In fact, I recommend it. You might need to enter a contract with the sect though for the number of years you want to be with them and what they will take in return. Since you don’t take your path from them, you are not obligated to serve them to glory."

Zandrel waved his hand. "But don’t worry about that. Since you are under me, that means I will take the contract in your stead."

"And what do you want in return?" Riven asked.

"You will owe me three big favors in the future when you are a big shot."

That only made Riven more wary. "You are so sure that I will be."

He smiled. "With Kivara, she has a Radiant Sigil, and if she does not die or do anything too stupid, then it’s certain that she will become one of the shakers of this world. You? You will be an old monster for sure!"

He laughed. "Maybe the same rank as that of the Necromancer King!"

Riven shook his head. "I’ll owe you one big favor and I will give you resources a rank above your own when you come calling."

Zandrel laughed even more. "See that, Kivara! You should learn from him. You don’t have to shy away from things like that. Don’t let your head be filled with only fighting!"

"Alright, Riven. I agree. Since the entrance examination is already over, we will have to work something out for you. Even though you trashed Jasper, it’s still not an official assessment. Ah! It’s six months already and we’ll be having the half-year assessment where the whole students have to fight it out.

"You will be assessed that way."

"Thank you," Riven said genuinely. It felt as if a great load had been lifted from his head. Now his head was calm. He had seen the direction that he was going to pass.

Even though he knew he had potential, he still lacked direction on what to do as a Practitioner.

"Don’t thank me! The only way to properly thank me is to become a powerful Practitioner as fast as possible! It is only then you can thank me properly!

"Ah! I’m the most lucky instructor in the world. Don’t worry. We will fix your studies. We will remove combat for now and focus on other things like history, aura, techniques, and path. I’ll also teach you what I understand in politics. All of those in their theory aspect, of course!"

"To survive in the Practitioner world, it’s not only by raw strength. Knowledge and information would go a long way. Say, if Jasper knew enough about necromancers, then he would have noticed the amount of aura you are using without breaking a sweat. Things might not have ended badly for him then!"

Riven managed a small smile. He looked towards Kivara, but she had already zoned out, looking out into the small garden through the window.

Riven turned back to Zandrel, giving him another cup, and he settled himself to hear the man speak.