Modern World Warlock-Chapter 345: Camille’s Escape Plan

After Camille met with Vesnia at the necromancer's home, she immediately noticed that the Death Knight was more expressive than the other undead.

Still, even when the handler inquired about her troubles, Vesnia stayed silent for a few seconds, scanning Camille up and down with her eyes.

Noticing that the Vesnia seemed to want to say something, Camille turned around and asked the undead servants to leave them alone for a few minutes—and while the servants hesitated to comply, their orders were to follow Camille's command, so they took their leave.

"You shouldn't be here…" Vesnia commented as soon as the servants were out of sight.

"Do you think I came here willingly?" Camille sarcastically replied, apologizing for her tone right after.

As the two of them took a deep breath to calm down, Camille asked Vesnia if she had an idea of why the necromancer was so enamored with her, prompting Vesnia to raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"You don't know either?" She asked in return.

*Sigh…* Camille exhaled and massaged her temples with concern.

Even after Netherius tried manipulating the other mafia families in order to get rid of her, the necromancer utterly changed his mind after meeting her, and she couldn't imagine that he had actually fallen in love.

Camille had to kill her own father precisely because of Netherius' control over the Blood Dragons, so there was no space for forgiveness in her heart.

While deeply pondering her escape plan, Camille looked at Vesnia with determination and asked for her help, which left the Death Knight in a stupper.

She couldn't believe that the handler was confident enough to ask one of Netherius' strongest subordinates to help her escape his clutches. Still, she wasn't completely against it.

When Vesnia recovered her lost memories from Megan's touch, her feelings of loyalty towards Netherius strongly wavered.

The fake memories where she saw the necromancer saving her from a monster and gently holding her shoulder were all fabrications, and the reality was that the man had annihilated her entire clan and then took her soul as a reward.

While she wanted to rebel and kill Netherius, his spell was still actively suppressing any thoughts of going against her master. Nonetheless, she didn't succumb to its force.

"What do you have in mind?" Vesnia asked, shocking Camille for a brief second, as she was unsure if the Death Knight would agree with her, considering she worked for her kidnapper.

Fortunately, Netherius' death ichor wasn't corrupting the inside of the mansion, or he would have heard all of their scheming.

"Take this…" Camille said, handing the Death Knight her earpiece.

"There is a jammer messing with our communication, but if you find a good spot, tell the woman on the other side to contact the cyborgs…" Camille explained.

Vesnia held the earpiece with a serious expression and lowered her head, remembering that she had seen the mentioned jammer, so she knew where it was located.

Once they were done planning, Vesnia decided to leave the mansion immediately, and Camille couldn't do anything but patiently wait with the two undead servants under her command.

As she sat back down on the couch, the servants stood beside her and asked if she needed anything else. However, the handler silently waved her hand in denial.

While delving deep into her thoughts, Camille's eyes widened for a moment, turning to look at the undead beside her.

"Hey, if Netherius were to die, what would happen to you guys?" The handler asked.

"Naturally, our spirits would leave these bodies…" A servant replied, utterly expressionless.

"And you would be okay with that?" Camille continued.

"We are already dead, Miss…"

Clicking her tongue with annoyance, Camille thought that the servants' answers weren't what she was looking for. Still, she couldn't help but feel pity for them.

Moreover, she realized that the request she had given to Vesnia would essentially kill her in the end, although she was technically dead already.

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While Vesnia rushed to the area where the communication jammer was located, Netherius kept being interviewed by Tanya, proudly introducing himself and the necropolis he had built.

Both Dante and Asphodel thought it was ridiculous to allow the necromancer to do as he wished, but if they attempted to attack, he could easily kill the reporters, so they had to watch Netherius flaunting his powers on camera.

"Okay, that's enough…" Dante said aloud, interrupting the interview.

"Hmm, you are right. I was rambling at the end there…" Netherius replied, turning around and utterly ignoring the reporters.

Dante gave Tanya a serious glance, and the reporter understood that she was being signaled to get away from there as quickly as possible.

Without wasting any time, Tanya slapped Dirk's back and guided him away from the necromancer. However, they didn't look for a safe place to hide.

Instead, Tanya wanted to get on the roof of a tall building to get a nice shot of their battle.

"Tanya… Are you sure we shouldn't leave already? We have plenty of footage…" Dirk asked while following the woman.

"I'm scared too, Dirk. I'm scared as hell!" Tanya replied without looking back.

"But what kind of documentary wouldn't have the final fight!? This is the climax of our movie, you know!?" she continued.

"W-What if Mr. Dante loses?" Dirk asked.

"Then, we pray we survive to tell his story…"

As the reporters entered a building and hastily ran up the stairs, Dante and Netherius stood before each other, less than ten feet apart.

Dante's gaze was piercing, and his expression was utterly serious. Meanwhile, the necromancer smugged and crossed his arms confidently.

"Is this the moment you were waiting for?" Netherius sarcastically asked with a smirk.

"No. I'm waiting for the moment I can go back to relax in my hammock…" Dante replied.

"Ha! No worries. Once I kill you, I'll bring you back and let you relax!" he mused. "How about it? Let's make a contract. It would be a shame if I brought you back as a mere undead and not a Death Knight." Netherius continued, and his offer was genuine.

"No, thanks. I'd rather go back to hell…" The warlock answered, leaving a brief silence that hung in the air for a second.

"A pity…" Netherius muttered, snapping his fingers and generating numerous magic circles around him that glowed with an aquamarine hue.

"I'll settle with turning you into a mere servant. Let us finish this!"