Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"I'm doomed." Lyle's voice was filled with despair, and the coldness in his words did indeed carry a hint of a lich's deathly aura.

Inside the room, Ralf was putting down a piece of paper, a piece of paper that should absolutely not have appeared in the appointment document.

Lyle watched as his uncle pinched his brow, his lips moved slightly, and he uttered a single word, which Lyle couldn't hear clearly because of the distance.

Perhaps that's Lyle's name.

Perhaps that was Lyle's death day.

Lyle has already planned out his next steps. He will now devote himself to Andrei's research and his demanding studies, and he absolutely cannot be a bad student who skips classes as often as before.

Echer really screwed me over this time.

"No matter what, you've gone too far. The person involved definitely won't like it."

“Really?” Archer patted Lyle on the shoulder. “She seems pretty happy.”

she……

Lyle averted his gaze from Ralf...

The incoming police inspector placed the note down, his dark yellow pupils flickering like a light in the darkness.

Complex emotions settled in her eyes, transforming into new feelings: relief, joy, and determination.

“I really do have a ‘good’ nephew.”

The bewildered look lingered for only a moment on his silhouette before coldness returned to his mask.

When the knocking sounded, Ralph had already transformed back into the wolf.

Ralph slowly walked towards the door, subconsciously straightening his clothes with a sense of ritual.

Ralph gripped the handle, thinking, "Open this door, and I will become a completely new person..."

The sudden attack from the guest disrupted his thoughts, and Ralph instinctively grabbed her hand, trying to subdue the attacker.

But the overwhelming fragrance of flowers interrupted everything he was doing.

The two eventually fell to the ground.

Ralph was standing on the cold ground, while his body was enveloped in the warmth of flowers.

A soft weight pressed against his chest, and he could feel the breath exhaled through his collar, as well as the fragrance of her vibrant red hair.

My nose is a little itchy.

The sound of a heartbeat was clearly audible, its lively rhythm drawing his own heart to the same beat. Ralph's arms held the smooth silk and the slightly rough leather coat.

The person who had pushed her down straightened up, the faint disappointment of losing her weight replaced by a bright smile. Although the woman's hands groping her body made Ralf feel a sense of helplessness.

Violet.

The police inspector of Nalania puffed out her chest; to her, the title itself was a compliment.

She displayed an attitude akin to a mother leopard asserting sovereignty over her spoils.

Violet exuded a sweet aura as she leaned down and whispered in Ralf's ear.

“I’ve come to pick you up, sir.” She placed her hands on Ralf’s chest, exuding an air of superiority as if the world were in her hands. “I knew you would agree. You would do all this for me.” Tenderness flowed in her beautiful eyes. “And you’re even better than I imagined. I thought you were already outstanding, Inspector.”

Ralph looked at the girl on top of him, staring into her beautiful eyes until she shrank back guiltily. "Actually, I thought you would reject me. After sending that secret letter, I tossed and turned for several nights."

"You did all this for me, didn't you?"

Silence, like a cold wind, is extinguishing Violet's passion.

"Am I asking for trouble?" Ralf replied indirectly, as if answering Violet, but also answering himself.

He looked directly into her eyes, his gaze like a clear, deep pool, revealing the deepest longing in his heart. "It was me who did it, all of this, for you, you troublesome woman."

A smile returned to Violet's face, along with a long-awaited sense of satisfaction and happiness.

She leaned down, her tenderness and allure blending into a predatory, carnivorous gaze.

"As for whether I asked for trouble, I think I can answer you now, along with the fee I paid you for hiring you to sabotage the wedding."

"Darling, you'll soon find out whether I'm experiencing bitterness or sweetness~"

A cold hand sealed Violet's slowly approaching lips.

Ralph tossed the enormous doll off himself and dusted off his clothes.

“I’m not in good health and can’t stand spicy food. It’s time to go, Officer Violet, we still have to go to Narania.”

"Hehehe, is this what you look like when you're shy? How cute." Violet let out a slutty laugh, got up from the ground, and hugged Ralf's arm again, her body hanging on him like boneless mud.

"You'll have to face this sooner or later, sir."

Ralf did not stop Violet from wanting to be his body accessory. "I thought you would be angry about the punishment of your family, whether it's house arrest or confiscation."

Violet's reply was very much in her style.

"Oh, those things don't matter. Those assets will be yours sooner or later anyway, so I don't care if you deal with them in advance. As for Father's situation, it's just house arrest. Humph, it's his fault for always disciplining me."

Violet looked up at Ralf with eyes full of admiration.

“Ralph, your actions have exceeded my expectations. I can clearly feel that my destiny has been altered by you.”

“I’m so happy that you’ve done so much for me.”

"Now, if we do just a little more, our fate is sealed, Ralf!"

Once again, a cold hand blocked Violet's ever-approaching face, and the charming pretense on her face was stripped away, replaced by exasperation.

"Just a hair's breadth away again!"

After receiving a clear response from Ralf, Violet's feelings began to intensify.

Violet's gritted teeth and Ralf's indifference remained ever-present on their faces.

Just like their close-knit figures, nothing has changed.

Chapter 366 Advances in Spirit Summoning

The matter of Ralph has come to an end.

Lyle was overjoyed to have seen what he wanted and said goodbye to the Night Owl team. Lyle returned to Andrea, with no other intention than to double his efforts in his studies.

Martial arts training is conducted in Mr. Giant Dragon's class, and the analysis of bone quality and deformed forging of white bones are studied.

This is also the fundamental reason for the separation between liches and human species. Although liches originate from the bones of deceased humans, structurally, human bones and lich bones are fundamentally different.

Death alters the ordinary physical body; the lich's skeleton undergoes constant internal changes. Bone density, magical conductivity, and resilience all evolve with death.

The purpose of the White Bone Spirit Spell is to accelerate this process and to subjectively guide this random process.

Aberrations are random, but the lich's needs are not. When Mr. Dragon referred to an exploding bone missile as a "throwing gun," Lyle removed bone necromancy from the realm of "close-quarters combat with melee weapons."

“Excellent! My student, Plague Doctor. After your three locks, your understanding of the skeleton has deepened even further.” Mr. Dragon’s tone was filled with joy as he tapped the translucent, jade-like bone with the forepaw of his dragon costume.

"The hardness of the rock, the magical conductivity of brass, and this..."

"Almost perfectly preserved distortion resistance." Distortion resistance is the material's ability to withstand distortion; the properties of the bone itself and the necromancer's own abilities will alter this value.

Normally, distortion resistance will decrease over time. When it reaches zero, it means that the material can no longer withstand any modification and can only break.

Aberration tolerance is probably the only resistance in the skeletal aberration ritual.

But Lyle was almost unaffected by this single obstacle. His Triple Lock ability and Heretical Growth allowed the bones he touched to retain the vitality of a newborn seedling and limitless potential.

He hadn't yet realized what kind of talent this was. Mr. Dragon looked at the student before him, who was now anxiously awaiting his mentor's final evaluation.

“I will rate your skeletal deformity process as ‘excellent,’ Plague Doctor. But I will soon establish a ‘perfect’ level in my personal course.”

A completely new and crazy idea formed in the dragon's mind, about the plague doctor, and about himself.

"It's not the right time yet. The plague doctor's abilities are still too weak. Flesh Riot corresponds to Flesh Consecration, and Heretic Growth connects to Bone Consecration."

"If the knowledge of flesh and blood enabled the Plague Doctor to create the guise of hunger, then what will the Three Locks' abilities bring?"

“It’s not time yet… He still has much more to learn.” For some reason, Lyle’s workload increased considerably, but the heavy workload also left him with no energy to pay attention to the fact that his progress in studying bone science was far ahead of schedule.

The emergence of the Hunger Disguise has doubled the number of apprentices in the Flesh Conjurer school, giving the school a renewed vitality.

Lyle, dragging his weary body, took the scroll handed to him by the manipulation and headed towards the Blood Nest Tree.

"Spirit and Flesh?"

"Mr. Scarlet asked me to give this to you. It's his latest academic paper. It mentions the connection between emotions and flesh and blood tissue. In the paper, Mr. Scarlet defines emotions as a kind of nerve reflex effect produced by a substance secreted by flesh and blood."

"His materialistic view of emotions, an offensive doctrine, has aroused the dissatisfaction of all the staff of the Department of Soul Studies, and a rare, large-scale 'academic debate' may soon take place," Shining added from the side, seemingly eager to stir up trouble.

"Boss, Crimson Mentor would like to invite you to be an assistant in the experiment, because the flesh disguised with hunger is precisely the key to whether this proposition holds true."

"All indications suggest that hunger and the happiness that comes with eating are not the only two feelings that exist in the flesh and blood."

Lyle listened to his companion's analysis and stood on a tentacle that was hanging down from the Bloodhive Tree. The tentacle slowly rose, and they were entering their hive laboratory.

"But I didn't collect any other emotions during the process of creating the illusion of hunger."

Lyle pinched the tip of the bird-beak mask and whispered softly.

"It is obvious that my excellent student, your creation, is mending their broken emotions. No, not mending, but reshaping."

Blood dripped from Lyle's head, and Mr. Scarlet's familiar figure formed before him, no different from before, except for that smiling face.

That unhealthy smile of being too excited to sleep.

"Mr. Plague Doctor, what do you think? Become my assistant in my new research. Just imagine what we'll create!"

Lyle wasn't impressed by Mr. Scarlet's fervent speech; he scratched his cheek.

"Hmm... Twenty soul study mentors are emitting soul screams around me 24 hours a day? And they're evil spirits with sinister faces like Mr. Astonishment."

"Please allow me to refuse," Lyle thought to himself. "I'm still an apprentice in the study of souls. If I offend the Tower of Souls, you can still survive, but I'm finished."

"No, no, no, Mr. Plague Doctor, don't you understand how great this research is? Do you still remember the greatest joy of mankind? Use your empty lich skull to think carefully! What is the most primal joy of mankind!"

Lyle pondered for a moment. Mr. Crimson was not only a professor of advanced flesh-and-blood necromancy, but also a supporter of primitive cults. He longed for liches to return to their wild nature, to nature—not the environmentally conscious kind of nature.

"Here's a hint, Doctor of Epidemic Diseases."

"I heard that you and Ms. Ariana entered into a marriage contract?"