Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

“But, sir, the dog spoke.”

"Of course, since it was awakened by the Plague Doctor, it naturally contains a part of your consciousness, so speaking is just his instinct."

"I see." The undead dog finished answering quickly and began shaking its skull on its own.

"Oh, he seems to have a very strong sense of self." Mr. Dragon was full of curiosity, and he must have felt joy and anticipation in his heart.

“I started to get curious about the puppy’s past life; it had a very rich one before.”

"Hello, little dog, can you tell me your name? It's what your previous owner called you."

“Of course, I am Alphonse, the Deathhound of Prince Arthas of Lordaeron.”

Lyle's hand trembled slightly.

You're lying! You're just taking advantage of the fact that they don't play World of Warcraft. This is a lie.

Lyle was certain that his soul, that of a transmigrator, had some strange and mysterious reaction with this corpse-reviving spell.

The skeletons that are resurrected by themselves will create their own stories based on their past experiences.

This is bad news.

This greatly increases the likelihood of the time traveler's identity being exposed, so we need to quickly make it shut up.

"Prince Arthas of Lordaeron? I don't recall ever hearing that name before..."

"Of course, that is a continent that is quite far away from here, so far that you have no idea about it. We call it Azeroth."

Ah, a new and unknown continent.

Out of control! The undead I resurrected betrayed me from the very beginning! What is my connection with him?

Lyle began to use the connection in his mind.

With his vision magnified, Lyle saw the approaching dragon and his own small skeleton. As he watched his skeleton open and close, Lyle began to tell the story of Azeroth.

He entered the body of the undead dog.

You've arrived, Master.

Another voice echoed in my mind, the same as the undead hound's.

I'll shut up as soon as I finish telling the story.

Lyle can communicate with it.

No! Shut up right now and stop talking!

Don't be like that, it's just a story, a way to fool people, it's nothing, relax.

The dog seemed to be an optimistic person who didn't mind making things worse, and ignored Lyle's emphasis.

Lyle is confirmed: he is communicable, empathetic, but uncontrollable.

Lyle lacked the persuasive skills to change the actions of the dead, nor the ability to threaten this dead dog who only wanted to talk big.

Forget it.

Whatever, Alphonse.

Thank you, Master, for your understanding and kindness.

Lyle did not linger in Alphonse's body; his consciousness returned to his own body, becoming a silent observer.

"My former master, Arthas, was once a paladin, but intrigue and plague shrouded his kingdom and changed him. To rid the world of demons, he raised the cursed sword Frostmourne, only to be twisted into an evil death knight himself. He returned to his kingdom, murdered his own father, and finally became the king of Northrend, the master of the Scourge, the Lich King. He spread pain and plague throughout the world..."

……

"And what was his fate?"

"Defeated by a group of warriors and the power of holy light, I entered true eternal sleep, and all that remained before my eyes was darkness."

Mr. Dragon couldn't help but applaud. "That's a wonderful story. Thank you so much, Mr. Alphonse. The story you shared is quite educational. Students, as Alphonse said, it proves that only low-key development is the right way out, rather than stirring up trouble and spreading resentment and fear like that Lich King. Everyone should understand their true thoughts and their inner desires."

"Thank you again for your story, Mr. Alphonse."

Mr. Dragon even led the students to applaud the undead dog.

Lyle followed suit and slapped the dog who was spouting nonsense.

"No need to be polite. By the way, if there's nothing else, I'll log off now. I think I'm running out of magic power, and my body can't hold on any longer. Okay, I'm hanging up now. Goodbye."

Alphonse slumped onto the table, the flame in his pupils gradually dying out.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Curious Baby Ariana

As the spell ended, Lyle felt a wave of mental weakness, a kind of mental blankness, but thankfully he slowly recovered.

Mr. Dragon was carefully lifting Alphonse's remains. Facing the students' questions, he said, "Mr. Alphonse was a little dog with a legendary story. He deserves a permanent resurrection ceremony. From now on, he will no longer be used as our teaching material. I also hope that you can show respect to the remains in front of you. No matter how dilapidated they are now, they contain a past that you have never experienced."

This may be why Andre regards spirit possession as orthodox; Mr. Dragon's values ​​and upbringing were very correct.

"Mr. Plague Doctor, do you feel anything unusual?" Mr. Dragon looked at Lyle, as if trying to see through his disguise to check for any discomfort.

Returning the staff to Mr. Dragon, the overwhelming feeling had faded, but Lyle could still sense the magic around him, even if it was now negligible. The human body itself is a treasure trove, only lacking the key to unlock it.

"I'm just a little exhausted."

Mr. Dragon breathed a sigh of relief. "This is normal. I was worried about your magic reserves when Mr. Alphonse was speaking. Fortunately, they lasted until the end of the story."

"Mr. Epidemic Doctor, you have done an excellent job of teaching my course and have compressed this two-hour lesson into forty minutes."

"You need to rest now. I think your mental state is no longer suitable for continuing to listen to lectures."

Mr. Dragon pulled a book out of his leather bag. "This is a list of spells we will be required to learn in the future. You can ask the seniors in the guild for the pronunciation and explanation of the Emor script."

Andrei had already begun the binding of a brand new parchment book. You see, parchment scrolls were still the most popular material at the time.

"Anatomy Guide?" This is the prominent title on the book.

"A necessary disguise. Mystical knowledge is forbidden in the outside world. If the Plague Doctor is discovered, we can claim it's a medical book. Isn't it normal for a doctor to carry a medical book? As for the incomprehensible Emor script, we can attribute it to their shallow knowledge."

Unfortunately, I have to tell you that medicine was also considered taboo a few days ago, and this kind of scapegoating to other industries won't work.

Lyle didn't say it aloud, nor did he intend to show the book to anyone else.

After Lyle took the book, Mr. Dragon dismissed him, urging him to go back and rest, while he stayed to tutor the other students.

My first lesson has come to an end.

Aside from Alphonse's amazing performance, there were few surprises; everything happened and ended naturally.

He found himself adapting to Andrei with unusual ease, and a misconception began to sprout in his mind that he was not a newcomer and knew the castle inside and out.

This illusion was quickly dispelled.

A suit of armor came into Lyle's view, just as it was not unusual for a castle to decorate the passageways with knights' armor.

However, Andrei unusually did not have this habit; there was not even a carpet or a portrait, and he was extremely austere. At this moment, a set of armor appeared in the empty corridor.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Although Andre is an academy involved in the mystical side, and living armor may be commonplace, Lyle does not want to experience anything unusual.

He started to change direction.

The armor moved and walked straight toward him.

There should be no aggressive actions; it's an instinct when facing wild animals—don't disturb them.

Lyle began to retreat in small steps, gathering his strength in his legs, ready to turn around and engage in a chase with the armor at any moment.

"The Plague Doctor, it's me," the armored figure said; it was Ariane.

Lyle heard a familiar tapping sound in her mind; she finally realized that the Iron Maiden was having difficulty moving.

It seems they were waiting for me on purpose.

"Why didn't you join Mr. Raymond's cult?" Ariane's tone seemed to carry a sense of disappointment and frustration.

"You joined?" Lyle recalled how Ariane had introduced him to Raymond.

“Of course! That’s Mr. Raymond!” Ariane said matter-of-factly.

“That’s Mr. Raymond. So I didn’t accept.” Lyle also spoke with an attitude that seemed perfectly natural.

The two exchanged cryptic glances, staring at each other in silence.

"For plague healers, the Holy Light Order is definitely the most suitable choice for you."

Is it that same old promotional slogan again? Lyle wasn't impressed. "Thank you, but I think the Cup of Extravagance suits me better."

Just when Lyle thought things had escalated into a partisan dispute.

“I will not change my opinion, but I will not refuse my duty. As a nun and plague doctor, I am always ready to listen to your troubles.” Ariane suddenly put down her objection.

"Thank you."

"This responsibility applies only to you."

The armored figure turned and huffed and puffed as it left.

What is the meaning of the last sentence, which leaves Lyle standing there dumbfounded?

Completely bewildered by Ariane, Lyle felt his already weakened brain was being burdened once again.

Lyle, with his rigid thinking, returned to the Cup of Extravagance.

Push open the door to that familiar pink wine glass.

Without the entrance to the Baoxue area, the interior is completely visible.

Ariana is back.

She sat there quietly, stirring her Earl Grey tea.

Lyle didn't know how to face her. Ever since he suddenly left the concert last night, he didn't know how to explain it to her. Had the gentleman told her? Did she believe him?

Or should I just tell her honestly, "Your singing is deadly"?

Ariana tapped the table, and Lyle sat down opposite her.

Ariana pushed the black tea toward Lyle.