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       I awoke the next morning with the sun. After a nearly sleepless night on the floor, being awoken by the sun's rays through a window with no curtain at the crack of dawn seemed appropriately brutal. I unpacked my things and got dressed in my doctor's clothing. Standard clothing required leather boots, cloth pants and shirt dipped in wax to prevent smells clinging to the fabrics along with a hood of the same material, a long cloak made of leather with its own wax coating, a long mask to store sweet-smelling flowers in, and a flat brimmed hat that kept me safe from bad smells in the ever-popular downdrafts back home. I decided to leave the mask off until later, given that it did look scary to people who've never seen it before. After I got dressed, I made my way to the magistrate's home to begin my business.

 

       "Roo-er-hin, hi," Xuan said as I opened the door. I tried not to pay any attention to how he mispronounced my name, and I was reminded how the Zipangu people pronounced my name when I was there. "I see you have a new outfit."

 

       "Just 'Doctor' is fine," I reminded him, "And yes, it's what Western doctors wear. The waxed clothes keep the bad scents off so I don't carry them to the uninfected," I held up my mask," and this long mask keeps flowers and sweet smelling things between me and where the air comes into my mask."

 

       "It's very interesting," he said, "Magistrate Gungtu wants to speak with you about what you will do."

 

       "Good, I just need to know how many people have died so far and what you did with the bodies."

 

       "Ten. And we buried them. Except three, who only died a day ago. We have no time to bury them yet."

 

       "You need to burn them. We'll start with the three dead ones, and then I can begin treating the people."

 

       "Good," Xuan said. "Wait here for the magistrate, and then we can go by his suggestions."

 

       “Doctor,” Gungtu said as he emerged from his office, “We have many thing to do. We have assistant for you.” He pointed at a man sitting on the floor on one of the cushions. He was clearly sick with the plague and shouldn’t be out doing hard manual labor.

 

       “Gungtu,” I began, “I must protest. This doesn’t seem quite right. I’m very grateful for you picking out an assistant for me, but this man doesn’t seem well enough to do what I need him to.”

 

       Gungtu gave me a stern look. “He is your assistant. That is it. I have diggers on the mountain to make a fire spot. You dig up bodies to be burned there.”

 

       “Honestly, it’s not going to work. What if I found my own assistant?”

 

       “Good job with that. No one here who is not sick wants to help. But if you think you want to ask all person you can.” Gungto was obviously getting upset with me, so I decided I’d leave it at that.

 

       “Yes, of course,” I said, “Thank you.” I bowed and motioned for my newly appointed assistant to come with me. As I was leaving a hand reached out and blocked my path. Xuan moved into my way and looked me in the eye.

 

       “If you want to find your own assistant, you stay away from jinko,” he told me sternly.

 

       "What?"

 

       "No jinko. Warriors from the neighbor tribe," he pointed north towards the other side of the river, "They are mean and have tried to start fights with us," he said.

 

       “Uh…alright,” I replied. “I will stay away from jinko.”

 

       “Good,” he replied and let me leave.

 

       I walked out of the government building with my assistant in tow. When we were clear of earshot from Gungtuo and Xuan, I turned to my helper. “Point me to the graves of the people who died a long time ago.” He smiled slightly and grinned awkwardly. I knew immediately he didn’t speak my language. I looked at the ground as I thought for a moment or two. Then through several gestures I was able to get him to point me to the graves of the villagers.

 



       He led me into the forest and we crossed over mud and thick foliage before finally arriving at a small tomb in the forest. We went inside and I lit up some of my magic to use as a torch. All around us were dozens of coffins containing bodies laid out on indentations into the walls. Thanks to the wet soil, some mud and dirt had collapsed onto the coffins, effectively burying some of them. The floor of the graves had many offerings such as bronze jars and vases and other things of that nature. Even in the dim light of my arcane torch, I could see none of these bodies were infected. This was perfect. I moved over to one of the collapsed areas and dug around in the mud until my fingers brushed against a coffin.

       I stood up and motioned for my helper to stand back. Using magic with gloves on wasn't the most ideal, but it was my only option if I didn't want to be infected by the disease, especially with an infected man right next to me in this poorly ventilated tomb. Luckily I wouldn't need to use my own power for this since my surroundings seemed almost untouched by sorcerers, so there was plenty of energy to use.

 

       With heavy concentration, the air around my gloves began thickening as Siaina's magical energy was summoned. Soon my gloved hands began to glow and fade with my charging spell, and then the glow steadied. When my hands had collected enough power, I focused on my feet to pull energy out of the soil. Bluish-purple energy swarmed around my body and hands and I had gained enough of it. Normally I wouldn't need more than a literal handfull's of energy, but since I was working through my gloves, I needed more because a lot of it would go out of my control and dissipate.

 

       I pulled all of my spell into my right hand, a bluish-purple ball forming in my palm. I held it above my head and looked at the collapsed wall and tried to remember where the coffin was. When I was sure I'd found it, I threw my ball of energy at it. My spell exploded into a thick purple mist when it hit the soft dirt. The mist formed a loose vortex for a brief moment accompanied by a soft hissing noise, and then disbanded into the mound of dirt, leaving a fine glow between cracks in the mud for a moment or so.

 

       I looked at my helper, who was gawking - in fear probably - at me and I nodded confidently. "See we're not exactly 'allowed' to do necromancy in Kemrie thanks to the Order, but everyone in Kemrie knows it anyway, so we do it when we can," I told him even though I knew he couldn't understand me.

 

       I looked back at the grave to see the glow and completely disappeared beneath the mud. A skeleton's hand punched through the dirt, exactly as I had expected. Soon, the rest of it crawled out of its grave and it stopped moving while more purple energy began surround it, something I didn't expect. The energy started condensing around the skeleton and forming flesh, and I was about ready to start panicking. My assistant began backing away towards the exit, and I followed suit as I watched my undead's body reform. The energy even formed clothes when the corpse's skin was completely restored as well. I looked at my helper who looked back at me with equal or more fear in his own eyes. "What have I done?" I thought.

       The corpse, now a woman with gray skin clothed in a tall-rimmed hat, a kind of dress with very wide but detached sleeves, and pants that were about as wide as her sleeves stood before us. Small shoes developed on her feet that didn't go up very high on her ankles. She had a blank stare and only looked at me as she stiffly raised her arms toward me, showing off her glowing fingernails. Her joins were swollen and I could see they were very stiff when she moved them. She ignored my helper next to me and uttered a single word as her gaze remained on me, as stiff as her joints: "Master." Then she did something that made my heart jump: she began hopping toward me as she repeated "master" over and over.

 

       With ten or so meters and a few bronze pots between us, there was time for me to ask my helper what to do. He stared at me and then yelled "jiangshi" a few times. Then he pointed at my creation and yelled a bunch of stuff as he was panicking just as much as me. He made a few gestures that looked like writing something on paper, and I quickly produced a piece of paper from my satchel. I nearly dropped everything when the hopping zombie crashed into some pots, and the sound reverberated throughout the tomb. I quickly reached down and dipped my finger into the mud, and I etched out the only word I could think of: "assistant."

 

       My helper was clapping now with a panicked grin, and then he slapped his forehead a few times as he said something in his language. I copied his action and slapped the paper onto my forehead, and then he started pointing at the corpse quickly closing in and kicking away another pot. In the last few meters between us, I held my paper out and slapped it onto my creation's face. Her head snapped back and she stopped moving. Her body went limp, though she still stood, and I breathed a sigh so heavy I almost had to remove my mask.

 

       My helper ran back through the open tomb door and back toward the village at that moment. I watched in amazement at how an infected man like him could abandon me so quickly. I removed my hand from my revived corpse feeling it safe again, and I took a step or two in Xao's direction as I watched my helper run away. I was brought back to my living corpse behind me when she spoke, and my heart began racing again.

 

       "Can't read," she moaned as her limbs came alive again. She made eye contact with me again and muttered, "Master."

 

       I stared at her and said nothing. No revived corpse back home did anything like this, and no necromancy textbook I've ever seen talked about Mist Continent undead.

 

       "Master," she repeated, "Can't read...talisman."

 

       I stood still trying to figure out why she was saying that. I looked at my paper hanging on her face. It clearly said "ASSISTANT" to me. "What?" I asked.

 

       With a stiff arm, she was barely able to point at the paper. "Can't read...master."

 

       "Can't read the paper I gave you?" I asked in shock. Corpses usually didn't speak either, except they did repeat their missions to themselves, but they certainly can't read.

 

       "Strange symbols," she moaned.

 

       That's when I realized I needed to find someone who could write the local language, much like my helper would have been able to do right before he abandoned me in my time of need. "Follow. I'll find someone who can write what you can read," I told my creation as I turned around toward the village.

 

       "Jiangshi...follow," she said, and I remembered my helper saying "jiangshi" as well, and I was able to determine she was a jiangshi, like a revived corpse was a zombie back home. I stopped in my tracks and turned around to face my undead when I realized the familiarity of that word.

 

       "Jiangshi?" I asked. That sounded a lot like the thing Xuan told me not to summon. "You're a 'jiangshi'?' And now you're gonna follow me right to the village. I'm so fired."

 

       My undead nodded, and I started walking again thinking of what I was going to say to Xuan. "Jiangshi follow," she muttered again as she began hopping and shuffling after me, "Master finish jiangshi." I rolled my eyes at her mindless moaning. "Sex with master." I jumped at that.

 

       "What?" I quickly turned around and pointed my cane against her so she couldn't come near me. She still had the same blank stare and her arms were stretched out toward me as she stopped.

 

       "Jiangshi must please Master...sex...please Master," she kind of replied.

 

       "No!" I snapped back. "Sex...would not please Master."

 

       "Jiangshi's purpose."

 

       "Your purpose is to be my assistant," I told her firmly.

 

       "Talisman," she said, "written...official." She began hopping towards me again with a look of lust in her eyes.

 

       I pondered what she meant as I continued toward the village. It seemed I needed to write what I wanted on her paper or else she'd ignore me. I kept my pace up until I realized my jiangshi could only hop, and not very quickly at that. If I moved out of the way, she had to hop in place as she turned herself around, and then continue hopping after me. I stopped briefly and turned to find her several meters behind me. With a brisk jog I could outrun her if I wanted, depending on how much stamina she had. I picked myself up and started walking again toward the town. With this jiangshi following me so well, I doubted I could keep her a secret, and I didn't want to try to kill her either. I tried raising a skeleton and wound up with this fully-fleshed living corpse, so there was no telling what more magic would do to her.

 

       I finally reached the town, and looked at Magistrate Gungtu's building. I moved my grip on my cane to point it at my approaching jiangshi. Its very purpose was to keep (living) bodies a safe distance from me, surely it could work on an undead body. My jiangshi approached and I held out my hand to stop her. My cane would likely just tear through her since she carried a lot of momentum with her hopping, and I still needed an assistant. Plus she could still get me if she impaled herself all the way through my cane, but I could always leap back if she tried grabbing my arm. Plus if I stopped her before putting my cane against her, I could still keep my cane.

 

       She hopped right to me with no intention of stopping. I held out my hand and she bumped right into it. I quickly noticed the soft flesh I was holding and looked down. My hand was firmly planted on her right breast, and she looked down too. She then looked up at me with as much of a smile as she could make. "Master...sex now?"

 

       "No," I quickly said. There was no way I was having sex with my own thrall, especially in public in a plague-ridden town. "Later," I pointed at the houses behind me with my cane, "first you help me treat sick people, then afterwards maybe we can fool around," I lied.

 

       She squealed with happiness and lunged at me, pulling me into a stiff hug. "Jiangshi help Master. Master finish jiangshi."

 

       "Yeah, sure," I replied and then pushed her away with my cane, "Follow Master."

 

       She clapped as best as she could, which was basically bumping the insides of her wrists together with her stiff arms, and then started hopping after me towards the government building.

 

       "Hey, Xuan...buddy," I said as I opened the front door just enough to pop my masked face in.

 

       "Doctor," Xuan greeted me with a suspicious look. "You need help? You find your assistant?"

 

       "Oh yeah," I laughed and then peaked back outside at my approaching jiangshi. "But, uh, you remember that thing you told me not to do?"

 

       "I make sure never you do many things."

 

       "You suggested I don't get a jiangshi to be my assistant," I reminded him.

 

       "No, I say jinko. No jinko assistant," he said.

 

       I stared for a moment and then sighed almost as much as when I halted my jiangshi earlier. "Oh thank goodness. No problems then."

 

       "Wait, Hroo-air-hin!" Xuan called as I started closing the door, "How you know of jiangshi?"

 

       "I raised one," I said as I opened the door all the way, showing Xuan my jiangshi with her arms stretched towards me, but my cane held her in place. "She's my assistant, but I need someone to write that on her paper."

 

       Xuan stood up so quickly that his chair fell over backwards behind him. "You summon jiangshi?" he asked in frightened disbelief.

 

       "Y-yeah." I walked into the room, and my jiangshi followed until she bumped into my cane again.

 

       He sighed and put his face in his palm. "No worry...just...OK."

 

       "Can you write 'assistant' on her talisman for me?"

 

       He looked up at me through his fingers. "I write for you." He wrote on a slip of paper what I assumed meant "assistant," and then handed the paper to me.

 

       I let my cane down between my jiangshi and me. "Hold still," I said as tore off the old paper and I slapped the new one on. Her eyes rolled back and then closed. She went limp, but still stood in front of me. A few seconds later her eyes opened and she stood upright again.

 

       "Master needs help?" she asked me. I was just about to speak but Xuan interrupted me.

 

       "Yes. Your master need help. Take him back to his home and treat him to a good time. After that do what he say."

 

       "Wait," I looked at Xuan, "You didn't just-" I was interrupted by my jiangshi grabbing my wrist and pulling me out of the building.

 

       "Bye Hroo-air-hin!" Xuan called after me as the door closed, "Next time you remember necromancy is against the law in Xao!"

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