Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Although it's not quite time for a wedding yet, it's only a matter of time. Lyle looked at Mr. Scarlet who had suddenly mentioned it, and his face under the mask suddenly turned red. He seemed to understand what Mr. Scarlet meant.

"Love. The ability to love and be loved, an extra product of human reproduction, a crystallization that transcends the meaning of life itself."

"Even the slightest touch of skin can bring an incredible sense of happiness."

Aren't you looking forward to it?

Lyle certainly expected it, but in fact, he did not have any emotional cognitive impairment in this regard. He was a human being and could naturally experience happiness.

As for Ariana... judging from her past behavior, Lyle could easily tell that her emotions were intertwined with the desires etched into her soul, and that her feelings superseded her flesh and blood.

In other words, Lyle does not need this research result to enjoy emotions without hindrance.

As a living person, he certainly didn't want the feelings he cherished to be placed on the lich's experimental table.

Mr. Scarlet, his face drained of color after being rejected, began his lesson like a robot.

He patted Lyle on the shoulder.

“You made the right decision, boss. The appearance of the Hunger Disguise has driven Mr. Scarlet into a state of fanatical obsession.”

"Can you believe it? Last week he tricked a group of apprentices into attending class dressed only in blood and flesh disguises."

"Oh my god, my vision eyes seem to be stinging again."

"Those pale, fleshy bodies are even more unbearable to look at than a pile of bones!"

"On that very day, the Lich Andrei discovered that he still had a sense of shame."

"And to reaffirm the fact that Mr. Scarlet is a pervert."

Chapter 367 Soul Studies Training

Three moving figures traversed the dark alleys of the City of Wanderings' Light and Shadow District. Their tattered robes, strange masks, and lingering aura of death were enough to instill fear in all living beings.

The premise is that there isn't that fat, pale pink ghost waddling forward in front of them.

And their funny stories.

"You bunch of damned brats who haven't even grown their first hairs yet! Do you know how important it was for me to interrupt this?! This was an opportunity that I, Dexili, earned with half a year's salary!"

"Damn you! I've given you so much free mental support so many times! You heartless bastards! You've destroyed my hope!"

"Even in just a fraction of a second more! I'll get the contact information for that beautiful, petite, long-legged dark elf girl!!!!"

The ghost's desperate roar startled a few bats in the alley; perhaps they were savage distant relatives of the light bats.

Shining glanced at his companion, shrugged, and made a sound from behind his moving scales.

“We are liches, without hair or heart, you are right.”

He pulled up his robe to partially cover his face. Ever since he used the hunger disguise, he had become increasingly aware of his own sense of shame, especially in the presence of his unscrupulous companions.

“Although you are giving to us for free, Desili is actually just following the orders of our mentor Troy… No matter how nicely it is put it, it is still a mission.”

With a slight smile, he delivered the final blow to the Great Ghost.

“Don’t mind their sarcasm, Mr. Describing.”

"After all, there's no way that dark elf would be interested in you. You're not a child, how could she possibly like a giant balloon person with a lewd pink outfit?"

Dexili wanted to strangle them, but thinking of the people behind them, he could only swallow his anger. In the end, however, he couldn't resist the urge to retort.

"What if that little girl is just a pure child who likes balloon people? Although I look burly, I have a very gentle heart."

Shiny laughed without any restraint, "Hahahaha! Dexili, what kind of dream are you having? You're looking for innocent beauties in the Blood Rose Bar? I'm dying of laughter, my jaw is about to fall off."

"Don't you know that the origin of the dark elves is those corrupted elves?"

"Or do you think that girl took half a year's salary from you for drinks so she could save up for a train ticket back to her hometown?"

"Don't you know that the Elf race has the second highest fraud crime rate in the Wandering City? Honey traps are a specialty of the beautiful Elf girls in the Wandering City."

Desharp's ghostly face furrowed his brow.

"I won't ask which race has the highest crime rate or where they come from. But I've never heard of the Elven race being second in fraud. I seem to remember that in the Secret Council's report, the second-ranked race was the Sinful Demons?"

"Don't look at that official report. You should pay attention to our Andre News. Many of the elves' fraudulent activities go unreported; there's no official data." Shiny laughed heartily. "Or, do you think someone like you, who's easily swayed by beauty, would seek help from a spellcaster uncle after realizing you've been deceived? Ah~"

"Hilarious! Dexili, you're a porn seller, how can you still have such childish ideas about pure virgins?"

"Watch your tone! You rotten bone! What I sell is youthful, naive dreams! It's a career I'm proud of!!!"

"Hahahaha!! Control! Control!! Quick, give my skull an ice pack! I'm about to fall apart, my whole body is shaking!"

"As you wish." Shining turned into an ice sculpture, and even inside the ice, the scales on his face still formed a huge smile.

A large patch of deep purple clouds formed within Dexi's sharp pink body, revealing the ghost's restlessness.

"You'll see what I mean later!"

An hour later.

"Although I did say some tough things before, but... but this is just too ugly!"

In Desiri's Soul House, Desiri, emerging from the shadow of "heartbreak," stared in shock at the three liches who had just regained their senses.

"How could you fall into the trap of desire, especially the trap of gluttony?! You are liches! Did you starve to death?!"

The three members of the Necromancer Figure Club weren't particularly angry about De's obviously sarcastic comment.

They are communicating.

"We failed the course."

"Yeah, I failed the course."

"For a lich to be obsessed with food would have been absolutely laughable in the past."

"The effects of hunger camouflage on ourselves are profound."

"I thought you had all gotten used to this fact after experiencing the Gluttony Lich."

"The current Andrei liches probably can't resist the temptation of food."

"The boss's research results are truly outrageous; they're a miracle."

"This is probably why Troy suddenly requested this test. Soul consecration requires learning to resist temptation, and it seems we need to undergo retraining."

"I understand, consider it the 'price' of rediscovering the joy of delicious food."

Desili listened to the three's conversation and learned of the existence of another person, the leader of the three—Shining, Manipulating, and Adapting—who seemed to be the culprit behind the liches' strange behavior.

He was very curious about what kind of lich could make these three unruly and disrespectful boys willingly become the leader, and about the sudden order from Troy. Desili had a feeling that all of this was related to this leader.

"So, who's your boss?"

"The Light of Fallen Souls, the Future of Spiritualism, the Rising Star of the Salvation Society... the Creator of the Hunger Disguise, the President of the Necromancer Figurine Company, the Plague Doctor." Through a long string of fabricated adjectives, the manipulation successfully made Desiri realize that this might be an important figure for Andrei.

Although it is still very weak, its future is promising.

"So, this plague doctor is also one of your soul studies classmates?"

"Yes, and all the soul studies mentors at our Necromancer Figurine Club are Soulstone Troys."

"Really? Then why has he never come to see me with you?"

Shining, tilting its head.

"Because the Plague Doctor has a better private spiritual teacher?"

Dexi snorted, his body lying on his side in the air, his right hand propping up his head, looking down at Shanliang and the others with a casual expression.

"I, Dexi, don't speak without certainty. But I'll be frank! In the world of spirits, back in the day, I was a renowned master of spirit studies. Even if you bring along all your ghost mentors, none of them would dare say they surpass me in every aspect!"

"A spiritual mentor better than me! Ha, tell me quickly, which of your former defeated rivals is it?"

Touching his mask, he said, "I'm not entirely sure about the situation, but it seems to be someone close to the Plague Doctor? Someone from his partner's side?"

"A partner? To be a partner to such a young lich, he's probably not some old relic. Tell me, which emerging family does he come from?" Dexi picked his nose, his face bearing the invincible loneliness of an old senior.

"The Naslan family."

*Pfft!* In the three people's view, Dexili deflated like a balloon. He sat up straight again and looked at the controls.

Which family are you referring to?

"The Naslan family."

Dexili lowered his head, gesturing furtively with his hands as if some fearful force was watching him. "That... the family of the 'Three Sisters'?"

"Yes, the Plague Doctor's partner is Ms. Arianna Naslan."

"..."

Dexi understood.

Chapter 368 Sisters' Game

What Desili gained from the name of the Naslan family is, for the time being, only he himself knows.

However, for Lyle, the Naslan family was already a fairly familiar name, even if he felt a little embarrassed.

Lyle was in a high-rise building of Naslan Castle, a place he had never been before, on Helena's floor.

The good weather in the Naslan Secret Realm seems to never change. The sun hangs in the sky like an oil painting, and under the sunlight, the upper floors of the castle are the warmest places.

Lyle stood on the balcony, stroking the stone railing with its beautiful reliefs, and looking at the picturesque lush green meadows of Naslan.

A great commotion broke out in the azure river as a huge dog's head emerged from the water carrying a strange, enormous loach.

Those were the ghost dog Shiba Inu and Nathlan's alchemical creature, the mercury serpent Varim. Clearly, that silly dog ​​had found himself another playmate.

On the other side, a herd of frightened cattle and sheep were running for their lives, behind them was the convoy of the Spine Wheels.

Lyle applied to the three sisters for that site as a trial run for the Spine Wheel. Over time, the shepherds of Nathlan transformed into various undead creations of Lyle.

The number of cattle and sheep in Naslan has declined again, partly due to deaths from fear, but also because of Ariana's increased appetite. Since the hunger disguise was popularized, the Lich Lady's most frequent contact with flesh and blood has changed from Lyle to steaks.

Lyle was completely unreserved with Ariana; her hunger charade was an unrestricted, original version, allowing her to maintain her graceful figure while entirely controlling her diet.