Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Chapter 343 The Man Who Distorts Reality

“Cassandel doesn’t have the clear division of responsibilities that you think.”

“We were Cassandale’s first sheriffs.”

"The sheriff is actually a way of dealing with certain 'special people'."

"The work of the 'enemy-backed personnel' trained during the war was completed after the enemy country was destroyed."

"Most of them disguise themselves as exiles to infiltrate other countries and continue their lifelong undercover work."

"But there is another hidden option, which is to join the newly established political administration. This option is quite difficult. You need to fabricate evidence that you are no longer able to continue your duties with the vetting department, that is, to be a discarded defective product. You have to give up as much as you gain, so I am just a lowly sheriff now."

“Mr. Garrett also came from that place with me; it’s probably a rare tacit understanding that we’ve developed over many years of cooperation.”

Lyle was filled with astonishment. Although he had always thought that Ralf was a very capable sheriff, he did not expect him to be this capable.

“But, Uncle, why don’t you continue with your ‘job’? You could be at a much higher level.”

"What is a higher level? High-ranking officials and nobles? Kings and knights?"

"No, they're just as vulnerable as we are. In this job, it's hard to maintain genuine respect for any particular class; a well-placed dagger is enough to shatter their so-called nobility. Do you know how Cassandra's leaders used to refer to people like me?"

"The regicide."

"Many of my former colleagues have now become criminals or other lawless individuals."

A legendary life, this man refused some things that would excite people.

"Why, Uncle Ralph?" This man chose ordinariness.

The wolf reverted to its cold face, looking at its foolish nephew with disdain. "You are born, and the Bühler family has a new lineage."

Ralf pulled Nia into his arms, grabbed the somewhat flattered Lyle, and walked towards the heavy rain outside the door.

"Alright, let's get down to business. It's really nice to be back at work after all this time."

Lyle turned his head and looked at Ralf, who had an invincible look on his face.

"Nia, what are you holding in your hand?" Lyle noticed the envelope in Nia's hand; its pretty light blue pages stood out from the surroundings.

Ralf's eyebrows twitched, and his narrowed pupils held a different emotion.

"It's paper, and it smells nice!" Before he finished speaking, he stuffed it into his mouth.

"You brat, spit it out now."

Lyle finally managed to retrieve Ralf's letter from Nia's saliva; the saliva-stained letter still carried a faint floral scent.

Who sent this color scheme that has nothing to do with Ralph?

“Ryle, give me back the paper.” Ryle held out his hand.

But Lyle dodged it because he saw the final signature.

Sharon Bennett, or rather, Violet.

Is this a love letter?

Uncontrollable forces took hold of Lyle's body, and he finished reading the entire letter before Ralph could unleash his fury.

Lyle was stunned by the contents of the letter.

"This is... a wedding invitation?"

Violet is getting married? And not to Ralf, but to some young baron from who-knows-where.

It was supposed to be a wedding invitation, but there were some odd things about the wording. It included the baron's personal information, family background, wedding date, and... an ideal sanctuary.

What's going on? Queen Delia is being forced into marriage, Violet is being forced into marriage—is it some kind of auspicious day lately? After revisiting Ralf's information, Lyle has completely changed his attitude, saying "My uncle is the best." Besides, no matter how you look at it, Ralf is the more suitable person, isn't he?

I just don't know what Ralph's personal thoughts are.

"Uncle, I didn't understand this letter, Violet's wedding invitation."

Nia gently patted Ralph's forehead, trying to smooth out the wrinkles between his brows.

“That Violet is asking me to ruin the wedding. To put it bluntly, she wants me to assassinate her fiancé. She'll take care of the aftermath and has even prepared a safe haven for her to escape punishment.”

Violet's reasoning for asking Ralf to ruin the wedding is quite obvious.

The ever-smiling Nalanian police inspector awaits a gloomy man's attempt to abduct her. Perhaps it's an arrangement made for her by the Bennet family, and she has relinquished the choice to Ralph.

This wedding invitation is not only an assassin's commission, but also a very straightforward love letter!

Violet has expressed everything she has, and now she is looking forward to it.

"Uncle, I think Sister Violet...Auntie would be perfect!"

Ralph looked at his nephew.

"Lyle, Ariana will be very angry."

Ariana? Lyle felt even more agitated.

"This joke isn't funny! Uncle! Someone as smart as you must know what I mean! And you know Violet's feelings too! I really hope to see her become my aunt! What do you think? Don't you have any feelings for her at all?!"

"She deserves better."

That's it?! Lyle felt like he was about to explode with anger, and he was probably grinning at Ralf right now. He once again deeply understood the feeling of Echel and Reid compromising, and it was happening right next to him.

“I don’t know anyone better than my uncle! You… are handsome, dashing… and unlike anyone else! You… you are very special… and most importantly, Violet likes you!”

"Kingslayers are a thing of the past; now I'm just a lowly sheriff. The Bennett family is a merchant family, and marriage with nobles is a good opportunity for them to advance their careers. I don't care about class, but that stuff can certainly bring happiness."

Ralph's eyes turned cold.

"Lyle, don't make decisions for others based on your own thoughts. The world doesn't revolve around you."

"Alright, we still have important business to attend to. Let's get started on your 'important business'."

Lyle gritted his teeth and clutched the envelope in his hand.

"What about Violet's wedding?"

"We'll talk about it when we get back; there's still time."

Escape, compromise. The once invincible Ralf revealed his weakness; his hero fell before reality. I would rather he had remained arrogant.

“I understand, Ralph.”

Lyle secretly stuffed the envelope into his pocket, his eyes filled with a sinister look as he watched Ralph's retreating figure.

If you can't do it, I'll do it for you.

Go to hell, garbage reality.

I am Andre's Honorary Lich, the strongest rising star in necromancy, the Salvation Society's Plague Healer, and there is no reality I cannot shatter! If I can't even follow my own heart, I might as well abandon the darkness and join Raymond as a cook!

In a place unseen by Ralf, Nia's body transformed into tentacles, dancing in the shadows along with Lyle's magic.

Chapter 344 Ralph's Abilities

Just as Lyle had expected, Ralf's arrival, the moment he came into contact with Echel and the others, gave us a pleasant surprise.

Midway through, Lyle took Ralf back to Naslan Castle, bringing the seemingly harmless Nia back to a "safe" place. Without Nia by his side, Ralf displayed the gloomy demeanor Lyle remembered, along with remarkable abilities befitting that coldness.

"Devenlyra? One of the ten noble families of the western kingdom of Kedaran. It is said that a branch of the Devenlyra family betrayed the country a hundred years ago and turned its back on the Holy Light."

Ralph's cold gaze lingered on Echel and Reid for a moment.

"So, my nephew, you're now making friends with a barbaric nation that's been expelled from the ranks of the great kingdoms?"

"Our current location is in the Scandinavian Mountains region on the western side of the continent, at the border of human society?"

Faced with Ralph's aggressive demeanor, Echer was not angry; in fact, his eyes gleamed with approval. "Yes, Mr. Ralph, apart from the 'savagery' part, your deductions are not far off."

"You are indeed an excellent scouting master, just as Lyle described."

"Lyle's description?" Ralph raised an eyebrow. "My stupid nephew actually mentioned me in front of outsiders."

Echer laughed heartily.

"On the contrary, Mr. Lyle is the most cultured young man I have ever met. His admiration for you is enough to make him stand tall in the face of the monarchy. Mr. Ralph, I have full confidence in you, just as I trust Lyle."

"...I do not yet know the names of your countries, Your Majesties."

"Liviser, the land of wanderers, the land of trees. And Deria, the land of knights, which is the country we are standing on."

“Interesting country. I’m sure those kingdoms have fabricated a set of lies to denigrate their enemies. I’m honored to be able to help your kingdom out of its predicament.”

This was the first time Lyle had witnessed Ralph's diplomatic style; previously, he had worried that Ralph could choke the two old kings to death.

Ralph quickly got into work mode and quietly took command of the Night Owl Squad.

"I need two people to help me track that Devonleya envoy and determine his activity cycle and patterns. In addition, I need to arrange for two people to monitor those masked knights. They don't need to get close; I need to understand their general range of activity, as well as some details, such as codes and gestures. Someone also needs to go deep into another snow storage area. I need to know the specific situation of those supplies, whether they contain weapons or have other problems."

"That's the general arrangement. It may be adjusted later depending on unforeseen circumstances. Is there anything you don't understand?"

Under Ralph's "gentle" gaze, the Night Owl Squad displayed the aura of an elite force.

The turtledove curled its lip. "My goodness, who did they invite back?"

Ralph, with his sharp ears, looked at the dove and gave a sinister smile.

"I love lively little rascals like you the most..."

Due to his mental state, Turtledove was ultimately placed in the backup position, which was the substitute player for the unexpected incident. Lyle watched him curl up in the corner, his eyes vacant, muttering as if in a dream.

"I'm a brat who loves to talk nonsense..."

Lyle also wanted to do his part.

Ralph pulled his hat down tighter, leaving his nephew with only his back turned.

“I have prepared a crucial role for you, Mr. Lyle.”

"Please ensure the safety of His Majesties the two kings."

You stay where you are.

Ralf began his tracking operation with a lark and a parrot. He brought the lark because he was the gunner, and the parrot, probably because its aloof demeanor would garner Ralf's favor.

After secretly observing Devonleya's messenger for three hours.