Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Simply put, it's about drugging.

"???" The world of dark cuisine has just appeared like this? I have to say, as expected of the lich of chaos and evil, your cooking without drugs is practically magic.

Wait, this is what I ate.

Lyle's eyes widened as he stared at the tiny bit of beef still on his plate. "No way! Could it be that all those delicious sensations I felt were just taste deception? I've been drugged too!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Plague Doctor. As the president of the Holy Light Culinary Club, I certainly won't tolerate any behavior that tarnishes the luminous cuisine. I will definitely suppress those people who create 'dark cuisine.' There's nothing wrong with these foods, so please enjoy them without worry."

So it really is called "dark cuisine"? Is it a coincidence?

"It's not a coincidence."

"The reason why it's called 'dark cuisine' is naturally because of our enemy, the Literature Club."

“Those heartless bastards provided a glowing hallucinogenic strain to my gang members.”

"This is not a simple culinary dispute, Your Excellency. It is a war between Mr. Raymond and Mr. Dark, the president of the Literature Club. And we, the Holy Light Culinary Club, as Lord Raymond's vanguard, will fight to the very end!" Mr. Cook rubbed his hands together, revealing a fawning smile. "The reason we are discussing this with Mr. Plague Doctor is that we hope you understand our meaning."

"I've heard that the Plague Doctor is friends with the Literary Society, and that the Plague Doctor is also our friend. Therefore, I implore you to remain neutral. Um... if possible, please put in a good word for us with Mr. Raymond. We are eager to return to the kitchen... the embrace of the Holy Light."

"I understand." The literary society has gotten itself into new trouble.

"May I ask how you plan to deal with the literary society?"

Mr. Cook smiled slightly.

"We'll invite them into our kitchen..."

"Then it was stewed to make bone broth."

Chapter 377 The Literary Society, Waves of Death

Lyle had a good impression of the literary society. Although this society, which carried the glory of Andrei, might have some shortcomings, in Lyle's heart, they were still a group of lovely people.

After struggling internally for a long time, Lyle arrived at the literature club's bubble house and walked through the colorful bubble membrane, thinking this way.

Hopefully, those guys will notice the Holy Light Culinary Club's hostility towards them and be careful.

What is the most beautiful race in the world?

"Elf!"

What is the gentlest race in the world?

"Elf!"

Who is the best friend of the literary society?

"Elf!"

Before Lyle, under Nia's curious gaze, a group of liches draped in black robes, their faces filled with a mysterious fanaticism, were reciting terrible lines, led by a tablecloth monster.

The reporter swayed his body and gave his companion high praise.

"That's right! My fellow elves! They are the most adorable people in the world!"

"Rejoice! Our literary society has signed a contract with the dream elves and dark elves of the City of Wanderings. These beautiful and charming young men and women will put on a unique concert for us."

"The Sound of Music!"

"As the person in charge for Andrei, we will be responsible for liaising with the elves. Comrades! Let the living feel the passion of the dead!"

"Let art transcend the gates of life and death!"

The gathering, which resembled a fan meeting, ended abruptly, leaving only the lingering excitement on the faces of the attendees; it was as if nothing had happened.

Lyle fell silent.

Now an Andrei society has declared hostility and put you on their menu, resulting in you experiencing a second spring in the lives of these elf ladies.

As expected of a literary society.

Feeling like he was doing something completely pointless, Lyle welcomed the floating tablecloth monster with a resentful gaze.

"Welcome to the Literary Society, Mr. Plague Doctor. Are you here to have fun today? Or to exchange secrets with me? Or perhaps you want to join our Elf Cheerleading Club?" The reporter was clearly in a state of excitement, which made the antler crown on his head bounce around like a little deer, attracting Nia's full attention.

"You've been caught." Lyle said in the most serious tone, his gloomy eyes extinguishing the reporter's initial excitement.

"W-What happened?" The reporter didn't doubt Lyle's words at all, but took it for granted that the incident had occurred.

"What you did a few days ago."

Lyle had assumed that the reporter would realize this.

As a result, his body trembled, and a bright red Scottish kilt was revealed under the tightly gripped tablecloth, bouncing with its owner's movements.

"Wh-what happened?" The reporter scratched his head, trying to look terrified. "Was it that 'Little Chef Raymond' was discovered? Or was the identity of Andrei's Sword exposed? Or... did the Dean finally discover that our literary society rigged the opinion poll results to participate in the competition?"

"...It's about the Holy Light Culinary Club declaring hostility and preparing to use your Literature Club for soup."

Lyle realized that this might not be a big deal for the literary society. Behind their reckless actions lay countless potential dangers; who knew, they might just bring about their own downfall at any moment.

The reporter visibly relaxed and his smile returned.

"Oh, so that's what it was about. So, the mushroom poisoning strategy has been successful."

The reporter patted Lyle on the shoulder, completely unaware that his antler crown had been removed and was now swinging on Nia's head.

"Thank you for the information, Mr. Plague Doctor, although it's nothing major."

"...Anyway, you guys be careful."

The reporter waved his hand dismissively, as if this hostile act was insignificant.

"Mr. Plague Doctor, would you be interested in participating in the Music Festival jointly organized by our Literary Society and the Elven race? Family members are welcome to participate. Ms. Ariana would also be very interested, if she doesn't sing."

The threat of stewing soup was simply ignored.

Lyle simply picked up on the reporter's topic.

"I read the brochure, 'The Life of Music,' which seems to be a concert organized by the elves. But what does this have to do with the Literature Club?" What musical talents do you guys have besides courting death everywhere?

"Hehehe, Mr. Plague Doctor, you've overlooked one of our literary society's strengths."

What abilities do you have? Do you play musical instruments? Or are you composing and writing lyrics?

"We have money, we have the power of money."

"???"

The reporter shrugged. "The Literary Society is Andrei's wealthiest organization. Our members have accumulated what would be considered a huge fortune by liches through various channels. However, most others see those gold coins as mere decorations."

"As the most active club in Andrei, we naturally have the most abundant club funds."

"Especially since our boss, Mr. Dark, has absolutely no interest in money."

"We sponsored those fairies, paying them an irresistible price to prepare a concert just for us." The reporter spread his hands, making a gesture of invincible capital.

"Because it's interesting, our literary society did it."

"Are the elves so short of money?"

“They don’t lack money, but they lack some glittering jewelry. We’d be happy to give that up if it brings us new entertainment.”

"After all, listening to the songs of those vengeful spirits all day long makes me feel like my soul is about to crack."

So that's how it is. Lyle had heard Ariana mention that her performances seemed to have decreased; these liches with physical forms must have found new amusement. Ariana didn't complain about her reduced workload; she had more free time to savor food and to "live."

Singing was her pleasure; she sang whenever she wanted, although Lyle always had to hide herself to avoid sudden death.

Incidentally, the best soundproof place in Naslan Castle is Beatrice's wine cellar, where the human son-in-law and the vampire sister-in-law shared an awkward time of sympathy and living together in the same room.

“Cultural exchange among different ethnic groups is something that the City of Wanderings is happy to promote, and such cultural exchange can be very interesting.”

"But why don't the elves choose to collaborate with those soulful singers? As fellow musicians, they should have more to talk about."

"Because the theme this time is 'The Life of Music,' not 'Music to Death,' please trust Andre's musicians; they are exceptionally talented."

"It is said that there was once a fairy representative who chose to contact those singers. Then, she became a ghost representative, a sad story."

The reporter sighed, but there was not a trace of sadness in his words.

"By the way, I heard that the Necromancer Figure Company and the Demon Clan also have a joint event."

"Yes, it's a Hellfire exhibition match."

"Cool! That must be a grand event, Mr. Plague Doctor. As the organizer, please show your enthusiasm."

"...I will." Do you believe me? I have absolutely no idea what kind of competition this is.

"Don't worry, Mr. Plague Doctor, our literary society will also give this exhibition match a lot of publicity for you!"

"A Hellfire exhibition match fully hosted by the Son of Holy Light! What do you think of this title?"

Before Lyle could respond, the reporter arranged for new brochures to be distributed.

The publicity was comprehensive, and the high-quality posters even featured him driving the Spinal Wheel.

It felt as if he had planned it all along.

Chapter 378 The Preparations of Andrei and His Men

With the upcoming Hesitation Championship in mind, Andrei is bursting with new energy, a new life, and new ideas, and everything is proceeding at a rapid pace.

For example, each club's participants are engaged in related activities.

Inside the Holy Light Chapel.

Everything was illuminated by golden holy light in this shining place.

The claws of shadow collided with the crimson lightning in mid-air, the explosive shadow energy opening up foul void rifts. The shadow that leaked out spilled onto the ground, but could not corrode the rows of simple wooden benches.

Lofdi swung his arm, and a crimson lightning whip lashed at Elian's shield. In response, Shadow Claws tore apart his afterimage.

The Protoss emerged from the void, their gleaming armor lending their gaunt bodies a touch of Dark Templar nobility.

"Your power is outstanding, Lord Elion. Whether in Holy Light or Shadow, you have demonstrated strength far exceeding your own level. As a participant in the Andrei Holy Light competition, you will surely achieve excellent results."

Elian disengaged from his fighting stance, and the shadow in his hand coalesced into a swimming sea serpent.