My job list is full of alien girls.

Chapter 38 Fate brought us together, it wasn't an accident.

Night came,

Aphrodite, draped in a black robe, scaled a broken stone wall and slipped into the Misty City public cemetery.

"This is the cemetery in Misty City?" She glanced around, raising an eyebrow slightly. "It's much better than I imagined..."

The cemetery in Misty City looks like the ruins of what used to be a residential area, with faint traces of the buildings still visible among the weeds.

Many parts of the original stone wall have collapsed, and the gaps are now crookedly bound with thorns as fences, barely enough to keep out wild dogs from digging up the corpses.

Most of the old graves have tombstones that are rotten and only half left, leaning precariously in waist-high weeds. Some graves have collapsed into just pits, and you can't find any trace of their former existence unless you look closely.

After all, the "residents" here and their relatives are mostly poor people at the bottom of society. If this goes on for a while, there will be no successors and the place will be completely abandoned.

But it's also a little different.

Although the roads here are covered with fallen leaves and sparse weeds grow in the cracks of the ground, there are not many puddles, making it much smoother to walk on. It is much cleaner and more comfortable than the muddy and potholed streets of the slums.

The newly built graves were all neatly arranged, and the wooden plaques, though made of rough, thin boards, stood upright without leaning to one side or the other. Some graves even had fresh flowers in front of them, showing signs of recent worship.

In other words, for most of the new "residents" here, they may not be able to have as comfortable an environment to live in after death as they did in life.

Even in such a poor and dilapidated place, one can freely worship one's deceased relatives, but what about her?

"Hmph, the place where the dead live is much cleaner and more comfortable than the place where the living live in the slums."

Aphrodite sneered, and couldn't help but think of her deceased mother, who didn't even have a proper resting place after death...

These dark and sorrowful feelings flashed through her mind as she recalled them, and she immediately cut off all unnecessary emotions.

Now is not the time for lamenting the passing of spring and the coming of autumn. As long as we master the resurrection magic, everything will be alright...

"Given the mortality rate in Misty City, finding a few intact, fresh corpses shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

She slowed her pace, her gaze sweeping over the graves, some old and some new, pondering whose grave she should exhume.

Unfortunately, although there were quite a few corpses in the sewers, most of them were broken into pieces due to the battle, making them difficult for her to use.

Most of the time, the corpses in the sewers that have turned into a pile of flesh are so numerous that it is difficult to tell how many people they are or whether they come from the same race.

Those whose bodies are preserved intact, as long as their family members are still alive, are most likely to be placed in a cemetery rather than being disposed of casually in the sewer.

After searching around the cemetery, Aphrodite finally found her target.

The tombstone looked quite clean, untouched by time and weather, with grass not even having had a chance to grow on it.

"This one looks the freshest, let's open it and take a look..."

Aphrodite looked at the tombstone and couldn't help but take a few deep breaths to mentally prepare herself.

Before this, she had only experimented on rats and some low-level monsters. This was the first time she had ever dug up a human grave, so she was a little nervous.

Aphrodite silently reached for the newly bought short-handled shovel on her person. Just as her fingertips touched the cold metal handle, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark shadow moving in the weeds not far away.

"?!"

Her breath caught in her throat, and she vanished into the shadows without making a sound, hiding behind a nearby tombstone.

When she finally saw the bent-over figure clearly, Aphrodite felt her heart skip a beat.

How could it be him!

Isn't this the strange man I saw in the sewers before?

What is he doing here?!

Her scarlet pupils scanned every patch of weeds around her quickly, but the entire cemetery was eerily quiet, with only the rustling of the wind through the grass making her even more nervous and uneasy.

Is there an ambush?

The terrifying thought immediately flashed into Aphrodite's mind, making her too scared to even breathe.

How did they know she was coming to the cemetery to steal a corpse?

Aphrodite instinctively thought her whereabouts had been leaked, but quickly dismissed the idea.

She came on a whim and hadn't told anyone where she was.

And another terrifying thought automatically surfaced in my mind.

Could it be... that she's been being followed ever since the sewers separated?

Thinking of this, Aphrodite broke out in a cold sweat.

If that man is here, then where is his female companion, the half-elf who particularly despises him... right now?

The thought of the other party being an archer made Aphrodite catch her breath.

The other party could be hiding anywhere, spying on her, and she doesn't even know where they are. She could be shot through the throat at any moment.

Aphrodite knew very well that her spell range was unlikely to reach her opponent.

If she were ambushed, she wouldn't even have a chance to fight back; she would just become a sitting duck.

We must find the other party immediately!

Her crimson pupils glowed slightly as her senses scanned every possible hiding place in the cemetery.

She examined every corner of the old cemetery—waist-high weeds, half-collapsed house ruins, cracked graves, even behind leaning tombstones—repeatedly several times…

No, there's nothing at all.

The entire cemetery was so quiet that only the sound of the wind rustling through the grass and the occasional barking of dogs from the distant slums could be heard.

The quieter it was, the more panicked Aphrodite became.

She would rather see the half-elf angrily aiming at her right now, just like before, than have her heart gripped by this invisible fear.

She hesitated for a moment, then looked at Rod, who was working with his back to her not far away.

Could it be that the man deliberately appeared alone, with his back to her, as bait to lure her into a fight?

The moment she moves, the arrows hidden in the shadows will shoot at her.

She gritted her teeth, staring intently at the bent-over figure, ready to turn and run away at the slightest sign of trouble.

But after watching for a long time, the man showed no abnormality whatsoever.

Rod was squatting in front of a grave with a collapsed corner, shoveling fresh soil into it.

Each shovelful landed steadily and firmly. After filling the grave, the soil was flattened with the back of the shovel, and then the feet were used to tread around the edge of the grave to compact the loose soil.

After filling the grave, he straightened up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and carried the shovel to the drainage ditch next to him.

The ditch was filled with murky rainwater, clogged with rotten leaves and black mud, and had a putrid smell.

He put down the shovel, picked up the hoe leaning against the ditch, and bent down to start digging out the silt.

With a single stroke of the hoe, the black mud was flung to the edge of the ditch. The action was swift and decisive, quickly clearing the drainage ditch. Then, he walked along the path, bending down to pull out the thorns and weeds along the roadside.

He didn't look up at his surroundings from beginning to end, nor did he make many guarded movements.

All his attention was focused on the work in his hands, as if he were the only person in the entire cemetery, his overly skilled movements making it seem as if he had always been doing this kind of work here.

Aphrodite's brow furrowed even more deeply.

No, this doesn't look like an ambush at all.

That... can't be a coincidence, can it?