They stepped inside and saw a short, elderly man behind the counter. "What do you want?" he asked.
"We want to buy a house," Flain said.
"Requirents?" the man mumbled.
"It has to be near the edge of the city and have a basent. We have 150 gold coins," Flain said.
"Alright, I have two options for you. A ruined house at the end of the Imperial City or a villa at the city’s edge that people say is haunted. The villa costs exactly 150 gold," the man said.
A haunted villa? Flain was skeptical—why would soone build a villa at the city’s edge, and why hadn’t anyone bought it yet?
"How long has it been for sale, and what exactly haunts it?" Flain asked.
"Every owner disappeared, and everyone is afraid of it. Now stop asking nonsense and make your choice," the man said.
"Alright, can we take a look at the villa first?" Flain asked.
"Ugh, fine. Follow ," the man said.
He led them to a large villa. While it wasn’t completely at the city’s edge, it was far enough from the center. Inside, everything was covered in dust and looked quite old.
The first floor was basically a large hall with furniture, while the second floor had many rooms. There was also a basent filled with barrels of wine. Outside, the property was fairly large, with a stream running through it. Flain didn’t notice anything unusual—his senses picked up nothing except the three of them.
"Alright, we’ll take it," Flain said, handing over all the gold coins he had.
"Flain, heh, I don’t know what people are so afraid of," Itai laughed as the seller left.
"Alright, now that it’s ours, we need to clean it up. Summon a few undeath inside, but make sure no one sees them. I’ll fetch water from the lake, and the undeath will handle the cleaning," Flain said.
Once that was done, the undeath started cleaning for them. Flain wasn’t about to dirty his hands with such nial labor.
A few hours later, everything was spotless, and the villa looked as good as new. Itai went to retrieve the supply barrels they had left near the carriage stop and settled in.
anwhile, in the basent, Flain checked all the wine barrels—these would be his from now on.
Flain then opened the shop to see if anything new had appeared, but there was nothing. So, he decided to buy Inventory since it was cheap and he was curious.
[Do you really want to buy Inventory?]
[Yes | No]
Flain clicked Yes.
[-7000 EXP]
Flain then navigated to his stats and clicked on [Inventory lvl:1].
[Na: Inventory
Level: 1
Stage: max
Type: Spatial Spell
Consumption: Nothing
Slots: 0/5
Description: This skill allows the user to store and retrieve any object they can lift. Each level adds one slot.
Next level: 50 EXP]
After reading this, Flain regretted not buying it sooner. This was extrely useful—now he could store his swords in the inventory instead of carrying them around all the ti.
[You have t the requirents to obtain a sub-class.]
[A random sub-class will now be assigned to you.]
A chanical spinning sound echoed.
[You have obtained the sub-class: Spell Master]
Flain had just received a random sub-class. He didn’t know what "Spell Master" ant, but it didn’t sound too bad.
’What requirents did I fulfill?’ Flain asked.
[Tip: You needed to be level 30 and have the shop sold out.]
Flain wanted to check his new sub-class, but there was sothing he had to deal with first.
"Who are you? And what are you doing in my house?" he asked.
Behind him stood a translucent figure, completely shrouded in a cloak. The only clearly visible thing was its glowing black eyes. Flain had a strange feeling about it—its magic energy was highly unusual, and he couldn’t determine whether it was weaker or stronger than him.
"Hehehe, so you actually noticed ," the figure said with a laugh.
"Answer my question," Flain murmured.
"Don’t be so boring. I hope you die soon so soone else buys this place. Nice to et you—I’m Ghosty, and I’m also your death," Ghosty said.
"Explain," Flain said.
"Who are you to order around?" Ghosty replied.
"I don’t have ti to deal with you. You entered my ho without permission and threatened with death. What would happen if I reported you?" Flain asked with a smirk.
"Report ? Hahaha, that’s been tried before. They’d probably just think you’re crazy," Ghosty laughed.
"So no one can see you except ," Flain said.
"Very good, you’re learning quickly. Kill the one upstairs, and I’ll tell you what’s going on," Ghosty said.
"I won’t do that. Either you tell , or I’ll ignore you and go about my business," Flain said.
"Alright, alright, I’ll tell you. When I was alive, I sohow managed to tear my soul away from the Soul Realm after my death. Soone didn’t like that, so they bound to this house. Whoever owns it becos linked to until they die. The reason I bonded with you instead of the one upstairs is that you were closest to . I can’t move more than half a ter away from my owner—if I try, I get pulled back."
"I have no body, just a formless soul, so I can’t do anything except observe and talk to my bound owner. The reason you will slowly die is that I emit an aura that gradually breaks down all the organs in my owner’s body. When they die, they disintegrate into dust," Ghosty explained.
Flain analyzed the situation. In truth, this was a good thing—he essentially had an invisible entity by his side that could gather information for him. Since it was intangible and only he could perceive it, Ghosty had no way to betray him.
As for the organ decay, Flain didn’t care. He was a skeleton—he had no organs. The only thing that interested him was whether Ghosty would remain with him even after his death. If so, that would be even more intriguing, opening up many new possibilities for Flain...
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