Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

As the scholar's tall figure slowly approached, Nia had completely hidden in Lyle's shadow.

"Come here, Lyle, let your teacher feed you."

No!!!

Chapter 309 Scapegoat

A pale, ghostly figure vanished into the halo of the immersed stone, maintaining a lifeless, fish-like expression until the very last moment the figure shattered.

Lyle lay convulsing on the ground, his eyes rolling back like a dehydrated salted fish. Uncontrollable gasps escaped his lips, more like dry heaving accompanied by groans. Lyle felt as if his soul was about to evaporate.

The gates of hell opened before him.

The lingering fear was still vivid in my mind, as if my thoughts had frozen and died, yet it was accompanied by excruciating pain.

I will never say I can endure hardship again.

Nia's tentacles gently patted Lyle's cheek, trying to pull him back from his dazed state of consciousness.

“No need to wake him, Nia.” The scholar controlled another mass of dark matter to float in front of him. “Lyle still has another mass to eat. Feed him quickly before he struggles.”

"Wait a moment!!!"

Lyle, who had been like a dead fish, came back to life and let out the loudest roar.

He absolutely couldn't eat that again; it would be worse than death. Even now, his mouth was still being cruelly ravaged by that hellish, chaotic taste. Lyle endured the constant throbbing in his brain, frantically searching for a way out.

"Teacher! As long as we can get feedback on the taste, that's fine! In other words, it doesn't have to be me eating this! Anyone else with normal taste buds can eat it too!"

"Sure, you're looking for test subjects to complete your work, right? But if you want to enter someone's dream and deceive them, you must be familiar with them thoroughly."

In other words, you can use acquaintances, right?

"Sure! I have human friends I can trust!" Sorry, but I'd rather die than see my friend die.

The scholar clearly understood his student's meaning and did not try to stop him. In fact, as a teacher, if he weren't a lich who lacked the ability to help share the burden, he would gladly bear some of the pain for his student. It was obviously far better for a stranger to suffer than for his student to suffer.

"Alright, Lyle, then do as you wish."

Lyle breathed a sigh of relief, having finally escaped a disaster.

The scholar manipulated the dark matter, suspending it beside Lyle. "This matter will remain in your dreams, and you can use it at any time to complete your experiments."

"But have you decided on your test subjects?"

Lyle began to think about the people he knew so well that he could be deceived, and almost instantly he thought of his good brothers, Kevin and William.

How is William?

"William?"

“William Dorgitt, a human mage. He’s a good friend of mine and would certainly be happy to help me.”

Irason blinked, looking at Lyle with a strange expression, while secretly observing her brother Morok's expression.

The scholar remained calm.

“That seems like a good experimental subject. Give it to him, Lyle.”

"Ahem." The green dragon priest interrupted the conversation between the two unscrupulous teachers and students; it was time for him to step in. "Lyle, William has been... you might have a hard time getting close to him lately. I know William too; he's been a guest at our Wither Druid stronghold recently. A guest, you understand, I don't want to see a guest die in my house."

“Well, Ms. Irason, this is probably not fatal.”

“That’s not important.” Irason looked at Lyle seriously. “We don’t want to be impolite. Don’t make things difficult for me, Lyle.”

“...Alright then, I’ll choose someone else.”

Besides William, it's Kevin.

Lyle pinched his chin, wondering if it was really appropriate to aim for Kevin's lucky star status.

Who cares? If he doesn't go to hell, then I will.

The dream faded, and Lyle took his leave, heading to Cassandra, a place he hadn't returned to in a long time.

Irason looked at the scholar, who had a calm expression.

"Brother, how could you be so heartless as to do this?"

“What’s there to be reluctant about? Lyle has already suffered enough.”

"Isn't that very important to you?"

The scholar casually opened a portal back to Andre Academy.

“My student Lyle is also very important to me.”

Cassandra's gloom has never changed, and as Lyle breathes in the damp air, a nostalgic scent fills the air.

The important matter is the priority.

It's almost midnight now, a good time to rest.

Lyle held the Immersion Stone in his hand, while Nia, accompanied by dreamlike light spots, ran through the shadows, searching for the lucky Mr. Kevin.

Borui Manor.

A carnival is being held here.

The male servant of Borui Manor estimated the time and jogged over to the host of the banquet.

“Young Master Kevin, it’s almost midnight. You should go back to your room and rest.”

"it is good……"

At this moment, Nia's tentacles had already appeared on the banquet table, less than five meters away from Kevin.

Kevin coughed a few times, like a rabbit with something stuck in its throat; he had actually choked on the red wine.

"Young Master Kevin, are you alright?"

Kevin took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth and waved to the servant, "I'm fine, you go back and change your clothes, don't worry about me." Just now, when Kevin coughed, his wine glass spilled on the servant's clothes.

Nia was secretly eating her steak, her eyes fixed on Kevin.

"Something's not right. Ino was supposed to have had bad luck, so I should have avoided it. Why did I still choke?"

"Could it be that choking was actually a stroke of luck, a warning sign?"

Lyle, who was monitoring the situation, banged heavily on his table. Kevin's talent had been activated, and it would probably take some effort to get him to sleep peacefully.

However, Lyle had already considered all of this.

Kevin's talent absorbs the luck of those around him when activated, which is why he specifically asked Nia to watch from a distance. After he caused a ruckus for a while, he would eventually have to go to sleep.

A cruel smile crept onto Lyle's lips.

My good brother Kevin, taste this more than one hundred kinds of bitter pain.

Two hours later.

It was already past the time when most people were asleep, the drinkers had left, and the servants had long since dispersed, but Kevin was still holding on thanks to his good fortune, even though he was already sleepy-eyed and almost fell asleep several times.

He can't hold on much longer.

Baron Borre just came over and gave him a lecture; Kevin is about to be forced to sleep.

The wait was worthwhile.

Just then, Kevin made a new move.

He waved to a guard and shouted loudly.

"David! Come for a walk with me!"

"Young Master! Are you crazy! It's the middle of the night!"

"Do as I say!"

After tidying his clothes, Kevin, accompanied by his guards, came to the street late at night.

Lyle knew, of course, that it was his luck playing tricks again, but what good did it do?

Is there anyone on Cassandra Street in the dead of night who could save him?

"Kevin, what are you doing still hanging around here at this hour?"

The cold, deep voice was like a dead person who had just crawled out of the grave, sending a chill down your spine.

The speaker emerged from the dark alley, his oversized trench coat casting a long shadow in the darkness. Coupled with his indifferent expression, he resembled a nightmare from a ghost story.

Kevin happily greeted "Nightmare" and then pulled his guard back the way they came.

"It's truly fate to meet you on such a night, Mr. Ralph!"

The wolf of Cassandra, the terrifying sheriff, Lyle Bouler's uncle, Mr. Ralph Bouler adjusted the brim of his hat.

"Wandering around my patrol area, talking to me about fate, Mr. Kevin Bury. Do you want to sleep here with me?"

"Hahaha, no need, Uncle Ralf, I'm going back to sleep right now!"

Kevin ran off in a flash.

Ralph remained where he was, lost in thought.

And there was Nia, hiding in the shadows of the eaves, watching all of this.

Chapter 310 Uncle-Nephew Scam

Ralph Bouler.

This was the choice that fate made Kevin make: Kevin decided to hand over everything he was about to face to Ralph.

Talent, luck, activated.

It must be said that he did succeed.

Lyle's focus had shifted from Kevin to his own uncle. Knowing him well enough, he'd be far more adept at deceiving Ralf. Lyle's unease lessened considerably; he was actually quite wary of Kevin's incredible luck, and forcing the experiment might very well backfire on him. In comparison, Ralf, as an ordinary person, was undoubtedly much simpler.

There are advantages and disadvantages.