Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Do you know what I saw?

“I attended Lina’s coronation ceremony and the funerals of two kings, Dria.

"It was my Cano who tore up the agreement. At the banquet, he poisoned a number of high-ranking Deria officials, including Reid. In front of his granddaughter, he killed my old rival and his son. He was eventually killed by the enraged Deria knights."

"Did he do something wrong? No, as king, he did nothing wrong. His actions could even be hailed as heroic by the entire nation of Levis."

“But this is not what I want! My child is a knight-errant, and a knight-errant can use any means necessary! But a knight-errant cannot betray a friend! He will not shoot an arrow at a handshake! He will not poison a smile! His behavior is simply torture for me!”

"Until the moment I die, I will remain filled with regret for Rhett and Dereya."

Echer roared, his wide eyes fixed on Lyle, before finally letting out a sigh.

He turned back into the tormented old man.

Chapter 342 Sheriff? Sheriff!

His son made the choice, and Echer not only lost his beloved son but also his dignity. He had no choice but to accept it all, because there was no going back.

Echel and Reid were alike; their offspring defied their wishes, and they both chose to accept it, even if it was heartbreaking. Lyle couldn't understand their actions—their deep-seated longing yet their decision to stand by and watch from afar.

The friction between their will and reality within their souls governs them, forcing them to painfully accept everything.

Life is a series of compromises.

They are kings, monarchs who rule over everything of their people, and they certainly know this well.

Life and death, obsession and compromise, built a thorny wall in their world.

Red watched his child from inside the wall, silently praying.

Echer was different, because he still harbored guilt towards Derek, a guilt that fueled his obsession. He wanted to tear down Reed's high walls and let the sunlight in, for the sake of his own peace of mind.

He didn't have to do that.

Within the iron helmet, Reed's words were firm and powerful.

“I too have felt hatred, I too have felt rage. But that was not the old man’s fault. Derya has already completed her revenge with the death of Cano Livese.”

“He doesn’t owe me anything.” Reed was silent for a moment, as if the two had switched roles.

Echer became Reid's silence, while Reid possessed Echer's nonchalance.

"Although this damned monkey was arrogant and conceited, like a scoundrel, he was a trustworthy friend, my friend. Although we fought all our lives, it is my good fortune to be friends with him after death."

Reid stood up, looked at the central tower of Deria, and clenched his fist.

“Deria’s hatred for Livisser should be put aside. My Lina, I’m so sorry.”

“Derya needs to change, and Grandpa has no choice but to intervene in your rule.”

Reid patted Echel on the shoulder. "I'm going to see some old men. Do as you wish, my friend."

Lyle was also very happy to see the two old people untangle their knots and encourage each other.

If there's anything I can do to help, that would be great. But all I can offer is support like psychic bio-modification. I don't know any master spies. Even after working as a sheriff in Cassandra for a few months, I still couldn't access those hidden talents in the shadows.

and many more?

Lyle suddenly thought of his childhood trauma, that nightmarish man.

He is always omnipresent, always appearing when I am in trouble, becoming the most terrifying presence in the entire conflict.

Ralph Bouler.

In his memory, there was no conflict he couldn't resolve, and Lyle felt sorry for those people's fates.

"Perhaps Ralph has a solution? Maybe he knows some extraordinary people who might be able to help."

Lyle wasn't worried about how easy it would be to hire these people, because Ralph was a master at recruiting. Blackmail, threats, bribery, and subjugation were all skills that the Cassandra wolves excelled at.

"I wonder if Ralph knows any master spies."

Lyle has made up his mind to ask the "omnipotent" Mr. Wolf for help, but this would also mean that Relf would be exposed to the mystical side, since Levis and Deria are definitely beyond the reach of normal humans.

Lyle recalled how he had been taught a lesson when he infiltrated Ralf's dream. Dream Walker, maybe Ralf would give him a surprise.

Lyle shared his thoughts with Echel and Reid.

“Oh, so it’s Lyle, your uncle, right? The family you’re so proud of in Twilight Memories,” Echel nodded seriously. “If it’s Lyle’s family, then they’re trustworthy, definitely much better than those who take money to do things. As for Delia’s infiltration work…”

“I have no objection. I trust Lyle’s arrangements,” Reed replied quickly.

Lyle felt the burden on his shoulders suddenly become much heavier.

"Please wait a moment, I will use the portal to go back and find him now."

Cassandra.

Rain enveloped the city of High TC, forcing people to huddle under the eaves due to the power of nature.

The broken shadows, battered by raindrops, accumulated in the puddles, freezing cold inside that simple house.

This place is less than twenty meters from the slums of Cassandra, where the impoverished and displaced, driven by famine, became the source of evil. On rainy days like this, they would hide in sheltered corners, accepting the mud as a gift from unwilling homeowners.

However, the house was spotless from the rain, and no one dared to huddle in the shadows beneath it.

Because the owner of the house was Ralph Buller, who turned Cassandra into a beast in a hunting ground of sin.

Ralf, unusually, did not conduct patrols. Accompanied by the patter of rain on the roof, the sheriff was reading a letter by candlelight—a letter that had arrived from afar.

A knock on the door interrupted Ralf's thoughts; the door, which had never been visited before, was suddenly being knocked on.

Ralph left his seat and tucked the letter into his book.

"It's Lyle, isn't it?" There were no annoying people disturbing the peace on Ralph's side. Mr. Garrett had a principle of never visiting people's homes, and even the most urgent cases would be handled by the police department.

Only Lyle would knock on his own door.

Such urgent knocking usually indicates something urgent.

Less than five meters from the door, Ralph frowned; the door was visibly shaking.

"Is this kid planning to tear the door down? Let's give him a beating first."

With the intention of re-educating his rude nephew, Ralph opened the door with a sinister expression.

"Ralph!!"

Ralph was wrong.

The angry expression on his face transformed into a greasy smile that sent chills down your spine. Ralph embraced the knocker and spoke in a song-like tone.

"Welcome, little Nia!!"

Nia, in her child form, rubbed against Ralf's face, giggling, then turned and blinked her bright eyes at Lyle, who was standing to the side.

The wolf has been tamed, all done!

Lyle greeted a blissfully happy Ralf.

“I have been asking Nia to knock quietly, so as not to disturb you.”

"Nia must have been worried I couldn't hear her, what a thoughtful little cutie." Ralph carried Nia into the room. "Hey, you come in too. You're blocking my way from closing the door."

"Okay, Uncle."

Ralph placed Nia in his chair and went to the fireplace to light a fire to warm himself.

Ralph faced the dark fireplace and made a sound.

"So, what brings you here this time, kid? Don't waste my time with nonsense about coming to see me."

Tsk, Nia's intelligence kicks in once she's out of her body?

Lyle told Ralf about their current predicament in detail.

Ralf held Nia close, teasing her with letters while staring blankly at Lyle.

"Just a few months ago you were a lowly sheriff running errands, and now... you're interfering in the country's internal affairs?"

"You've made something of yourself, my nephew."

“In the magician organization I’m in, there are several retired kings who are my friends, very good friends.” Lyle scratched his head. “We need a very outstanding spy master to carry out infiltration work. I wonder if you know anyone like that, Uncle? Because the work is very risky, the pay is also very generous.”

Ralph pinched his chin, thinking for a moment.

“Lyle, is this important to you? Don’t talk about the feelings of those kings.”

"I need to know how you feel. Do you really have to do everything you can to make this happen?"

Lyle closed his eyes, and the image of Reid looking at the Deria Tower immediately flashed into his mind—that acceptance, that compromise, that painful emotion—igniting the anger in Lyle's heart.

Lyle opened his eyes and looked directly into Ralf's cold gaze without flinching or hesitating.

"I must help them, otherwise it will be a stain on my soul."

Ralf tilted his head, pressed it against Nia's hair, and looked at Ralf with a half-smile.

"Alright then, lead the way, my nephew. I can't bear to see my precious grandniece's father tainted in any way, can I?"

Ralph agreed.

Things went even more smoothly than I had imagined.

"Uncle, who should we go find?"

"Aren't you looking for anyone? Lead the way, Lyle."

"..." Lyle looked at the smiling Ralf and had a guess in his mind, "Um, Uncle, what about the master spy you know?"

"In front of you."

"Uncle, are you kidding me? This is a very serious infiltration mission. I need professionals. Haven't you always worked as a sheriff?"

“That’s right.” Ralf ruffled Nia’s hair.

“I’ve always been a sheriff. I was a sheriff before I was assigned to Cassandale.”

"A sheriff who governs the security of enemy states."