Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Without answering, Ralph sat in his chair and gently swung his arms.

Lyle bowed deeply to him and led Nia away from the dream.

In the dream, Ralf sat alone, the surrounding environment gradually blurring, as Ralf was about to wake up.

Just before the dream faded back into nothingness, Ralf raised his head.

A glint of light flashed in his cold eyes.

He raised his arm, and the mist that made up the dream condensed in his palm into a stone sphere with a fantastical glow.

It was a brand new immersion stone.

"An item created using the power of dreams..."

"I can do even more..."

Chapter 313 I, Without Responsibility

Having obtained the Immersion Stone, Lyle immediately sought out the scholar, who then conducted a rigorous magical test and personally examined it.

“You succeeded, Lyle. These emotions do indeed work on liches.”

The scholar put on the magic chains and stepped out the door.

"Come, my students, we have a grand ceremony to begin."

After nearly a week of close collaboration with experts from various fields, Lyle's magic level was also continuously deepening while creating the illusion of hunger.

The seal that Mr. Raymond set for himself is being broken little by little.

Ten days later.

Invitations bearing the aura of the Lich King appeared in the hands of every club president in Andrei.

"Publication Conference of the Experiment on Starvation Body Disguise"

As a large-scale project endorsed by the Dean of Andre College, this experiment invites each club to observe when announcing the results, and each club sends at least one member to observe.

Magic Research Club.

Mr. Jing looked at the invitation in his hand.

"This is probably the experiment that our fellow medical student has been busy with lately. Who wants to go and support him?"

"I'll go!" Mr. Miracle immediately raised his hand. His body had only recently been freed from the constraints of the law, and he wanted to relax in a different environment.

Jing turned her head to the other side.

"Law, do you have plans for that day?"

"I will be responsible for maintaining order at the venue, so I don't need to take this spot; I will be there."

"I see. It seems I have no choice but to go myself."

Mr. Miracle threw a piece of sea monster flesh directly at his boss, although he eventually entered the mirror image.

"Boss, you've gone too far! I've already made a strong request."

"This is the first time I've seen someone who throws away trash just because they're unhappy. Aren't you being a bit too self-righteous, Mr. Miracle who just got out of punishment?"

Mr. Mirror tried to dispel the idea of ​​a miracle, for who knows what trouble he might cause.

“You know, this is a miracle, the first major project for our medical colleague in the field of epidemic medicine. We absolutely cannot mess things up. As for you, please, you are a walking disaster.”

"And did you see that?" Mr. Jing pointed to the contents of the invitation, "The scholar-teacher is one of the assistants in the experiment. You know how angry the teacher looks."

Miracle shrank back, his thoughts mostly gone. He picked up the long list of helpers and exclaimed in amazement.

"Goodness, did the medical student mobilize Professor Andre's team? They're all senior professors. Oh, and there's one who isn't a professor, but he's even more outrageous than a professor."

"How could a student favored by a scholar-mentor not achieve great things?"

"Boss, I'm also a student of the teacher."

"...If it weren't for Andrei, you could have really turned the world upside down. I still remember the tyrannical dread you summoned five years ago. If it weren't for the help of the scholar mentor, Andrei would probably be missing a floor now. The exile of more than twenty societies to hell, although those liches eventually returned from hell laughing and joking."

"They even called the demons brothers."

Miracle spread his hands helplessly, "There's nothing I can do. I wasn't skilled enough back then, and the counterfeit soul coins I gave to the Lord of Hell were discovered. That bastard still remembers me."

"So I'll go instead, don't cause any trouble for me."

Advanced Magic Research Club.

Mr. Gravity received the invitation from President Apocalypse.

The Advanced Magic Research Society is usually not interested in these academic gatherings because they have other things to do.

So Apocalypse was happy that Gravity had taken the invitation, finally able to give the Dean some face.

Mr. Gravity floated in the air, walking from the center of the basin of the Advanced Magic Research Society to the gravity field of the tornado tunnel he was in charge of.

Those tornadoes were created to balance the Earth's gravity, and they used to be.

Now, the tornado is like a toy figure damaged by a naughty child, with completely turbulent airflow creating a vacuum zone right in the center.

Although he had a new research topic, Gravity still felt that it was just his problem student getting lucky; he had originally intended to cause trouble.

The purpose of gravity is simple: to give students something to do.

"My student, the club has decided to have you attend this academic gathering. Do your best."

A figure emerged from the vacuum zone, the turbulent air currents always stagnating around him, as if he had found the hidden pattern in the chaos and avoided it in time.

"Mentor, are you sure you don't just think I'm too idle and want to cause me some trouble?"

"How could that be? You're a newcomer to our Advanced Magic Research Institute. Although you were in the Destiny Research Society before, haven't you mastered my knowledge well after all this time of study? This arduous task is perfect for you!"

The figure held out both hands, palms up, and raised its head at a 45-degree angle, looking at the sky.

"It's all an illusion, teacher. We are just a grain of sand in the universe. Effort is meaningless. We are too insignificant."

Gravity said irritably, "You, you used the astrology from the Fate Society again, didn't you? Saying all that nonsense is meaningless."

"The truth of the universe is that it is meaningless, dark, and empty."

"I'm too lazy to talk to you about this. Anyway, you have to go this time."

"I'm free to do whatever I want, but let me make it clear beforehand that you forced me to choose this task. I don't believe I'm qualified to complete it."

"I bear no responsibility."

“Yes, yes, you’re not responsible.” Mr. Gravity tossed the invitation to the student. “However, you should think of a code name. It will be troublesome if you don’t have a name when you contact other Andrei members.”

"A name is just a designation; it has no inherent meaning. I have no name because I am merely a tiny speck of dust in the infinite universe."

Gravity felt that if he were a living person, he would be so angry that he would die.

"You brat, you'd better think of a name for me! Otherwise, I'll turn you into dust!"

"Look, teacher, you're pressuring me again. The names I come up with later will all be under external pressure. If you think they're inappropriate, you can't blame me. Because I..."

"No responsibility! I know, you bastard, hurry up and come up with a code name and get lost!"

"How about we make it nameless? We can name it without any responsibility."

"...Speechless, it really suits you. So, you're now the Nameless One of the Advanced Magic Research Society. Introduce yourself like that at academic gatherings."

"You know, I'm not good at socializing, and I might do something outrageous or talk back to others. But since you've assigned me a task, I won't disobey."

Therefore, I bear no responsibility.

Gravity was tired, covering its mask and waving wearily.

"Go, Nameless."

Chapter 314 The Holy Light Chef

The nights in Andrei are always deathly silent and eerie, but tonight, the light casts those eerie shadows onto the desolate ground, and the wailing beneath the tombstones blows the night's dampness into frost.

Like revelry of ghosts returning to their tombs, each moving shadow reached its designated spot.

"Excuse me, this is my seat."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Is your name written on this seat?"

"No, I like this patterned purple tablecloth, I must sit here."

"What a coincidence! I like it too, so I'm sitting here!"

The two glared at each other, their uncompromising attitudes suggesting the dispute would never end.

But the opposite was true; they quickly found a solution that they both agreed on.

They removed their pelvis and lower body, leaving the pelvis resting on a chair. Their upper body was tossed onto a makeshift table, and they gazed with satisfied admiration at the purple canvas beneath the pelvis.

“Look, my pelvis looks like a work of art when it’s placed on it.”

"Yes, I feel the same way."

The Dean shifted his gaze away from the two liches who had come to recognize each other.

"I have been emphasizing the issue of discipline at Andre. Since Andre was founded, I have always felt that the lich's bottom line has been lowered."

"Really? You should have said so earlier. I would have helped you educate them." Mr. Raymond sat opposite the dean and swung his arm.

"Don't even think about doing anything! The reason why the Andrei liches have such low standards is because you, you bastard, trampled and crushed their dignity! If my skull shone eternally like the sun, I wouldn't know what dignity is either. You are the culprit behind all of this! You must stay by my side! This is an academic gathering! I won't allow you to cause trouble!"

Raymond stretched out a hand and propped it on the table. "This is an academic gathering of plague doctors. I won't do anything reckless. If the organizer wasn't my purifier, I wouldn't have come to a place like this."

Light bats crouched atop the skeletal lampposts, and tables, like damp mushrooms, were scattered throughout the woods. Each table had two seats and was decorated with tablecloths and cutlery. At least to the lich, these were useless decorations.

Directly in front of these instruments, the thick veins on the surface of the Blood Nest Tree were writhing, beating like a heart.

"These are all arrangements made by that child, but for what purpose?" The dean picked up a silver fork and idly added more than a dozen magical enhancements to it until the fork revealed an extraordinary brilliance.

“That child?” Raymond looked at the dean, his fingers tapping on the table, which was tinged golden by the holy light.

“Mr. Plague Doctor. You have a problem with that? He’s one of Andrei’s, that’s my child.”