Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

“Everyone from Andrei is outstanding. Even excluding those Salvation Society members with high combat power, the remaining contestants will have the strength of the fourth or fifth tier.” The situation was not optimistic, but Elian was not nervous. To be honest, if she weren’t the only candidate from the Holy Light Chapel, Elian, as a nun, would never have participated in such a competition.

"If Mr. Lofdi could compete in our place, that would be great. With your ability, you would definitely be more confident than me."

“I am not a lich and will not be recognized as a member of Andrei. Moreover, Lord Elian has a real chance of winning. The Holy Light is the power of the times and can suppress other forces. Perhaps, Lord Elian can even become number one.”

Elian smiled slightly, "No, His Majesty Raymond's number one spot has long been reserved for someone else. This is just a competition, and if possible, I'd like to make it as easy as possible."

“Of course,” Lofdy said, holding the brochure. “If I’m not mistaken, Mr. Raymond will probably participate in this so-called exhibition match to demonstrate Andrei’s authority as a high-level force. Well… I suppose His Holiness the Bishop can guarantee the majesty of the Holy Light himself, so Elian should just relax.”

"It's my good fortune to have a leader with such superb martial prowess."

"I heard there will be many celebratory events during the Wandering Contest. How does Ms. Elian plan to relax, perhaps reunite with her family, or visit the city of mages?"

"I'll find a secluded corner to rest. As for my family, they all work at the church. The holy light of this world is not forgiving, so to avoid trouble, I'll just stay alone. Don't worry, I had a good reunion last Christmas."

Lofdy nodded, and the Protoss looked at the brochure, plotting their next move.

"This publicity is really well done. Even I'm curious to find out more. The Literature Club is such a vibrant club."

"Yes, that's His Majesty George's organization. How should I put it, it's all thanks to their talent that they can act so boldly."

"That fallen angel's guild?"

“A bunch of troublemakers, His Majesty Raymond has taught them many times, but they’re incorrigible.” Elion sighed. “However, they did do one good thing, Lord Lofdi. It’s a pity they can’t accept you.”

The Protoss chuckled, his starry eyes gazing up at the stained-glass windows of the Chapel of Holy Light. "I'm already very satisfied. The Literary Society convinced Andrei to accept an outcast like me, even if only as an 'observation species,' which shows the magnanimity of those liches."

"I think they just found it funny."

"Whatever the reason, kindness is kindness, and they have done me a favor."

The massive doors opened at that moment, and a majestic light bulb entered from outside.

“You’re right, so I’ve just turned a blind eye to the literary society’s recent antics.” Mr. Raymond gripped his helmet. “I have a feeling those bastards are plotting something again.”

Also in Andre, at the Magic Research Society.

Mr. Mirror hovered over the lake, watching Mr. Miracle's reply reflected in the mirror.

"Storm, Blink, and Convergence—are all three of them involved? Are they all stuck in a research bottleneck at the same time?"

Miracle shrugged. "That's right, it's just a coincidence, boss."

"And you, Miracle, are you free to participate as a contestant in the Magic Research Club?"

"Uh, well," Miracle stammered for a while before finally saying, "Boss, you know my power is very unstable. I've cheated and stolen power from those demons, ancient gods, and other strange beings quite a few times. I bet they've all written it down. As for the next time, who knows how easy it will be to fool the next idiot? So, for the honor of the guild, I suggest you choose someone else."

The explanation of the miracle successfully convinced Jing.

"But if you all have things to do, then the only contestants we can find are the weaker newcomers?"

"Boss, you can bring out Law. His Lawful Spells are quite powerful, aren't they?"

"Law? Law will be Andre's manager during the competition..."

"Does the management really need one more person? This is a major event for our Magic Research Society! This is an opportunity, boss! You need to think this through! This time, we might be able to defeat the Advanced Magic Research Society! We've been oppressed for so long! Boss! Is Andrei's order more important than our honor?!"

Jing hesitated for a second, then said, "You're right. I'll bring Law back to participate immediately. As a member of the Magic Research Society, we need his help."

Miracle turned its head slightly, smiled faintly, and announced the plan's success.

When the rules of the competition reached the Advanced Magic Research Society, all the professors were dumbfounded.

Banning Salvation Society members from participating?! Oh dear, how many qualified people are left in the Advanced Magic Research Institute?

Faced with this predicament, Tianqi glanced at his companions and finally turned his attention to the apprentices.

"Electromagnetism, your apprentice, laser..."

"The research on the railgun has been successful."

"...And what about Mr. Fear's apprentice, Boldness?"

"Don't count on Mr. Fear collecting memes. That kid is more of a mentor than his mentor."

"...Death Star...your..."

"His apprentice died in the black hole, and his second apprentice died on the Death Star."

Apocalypse fell silent, shifting its gaze away from the Lone Star.

“Stasis, your apprentice wouldn’t have… joined the Salvation Church, would he?”

"No, his research has hit a bottleneck."

"Very good, let him participate..."

"He studies the power of time. He has put himself into a state of perpetual time stop, and now he is an indestructible bone sculpture."

Mr. Apocalypse, the powerful president of the Advanced Magic Research Club, finally looked towards Mr. Gravity.

Mr. Gravity coughed twice.

“My apprentice… Wuming can participate, he can.”

"But, as you know..."

"No responsibility."

Chapter 379 A Joyful Encounter

The long-awaited Wandering City Clan Championship for the Andrei Liches has finally arrived. After three days of preparation, the teleportation array on the green grasslands of Andrei has been reopened. The Andrei people, who were already prepared, assembled their teams, donned their disguises, and stood tall with heads held high, each wearing an expectant smile.

Besides Mr. Faceless, his workload increased several times over as Andrei's portal mage.

"If the City of Wanderings runs into the void, I'll just kill you guys." After casting the Lich's traditional curse skill, Faceless turned the pages of the book in his hand, and the purple portal connecting to the City of Wanderings opened again.

The dean stood at the forefront, raised his cane, and pointed with great pride at the gradually clearing image in the portal.

"Andrei! Let them see who truly represents death! Who is... the ultimate evil!"

"Roar!!!" At this moment, the liches abandoned their usual composure, their eyes turned blood red, and they became as ferocious as wild beasts, letting out a sinister roar.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!!" Nia waved her tentacles in the group, her melodious voice sounding quite adorable.

Lyle kept his head down, remaining calm amidst the frenzied crowd, when suddenly his right hand, hanging by his side, was grasped.

He turned his head and saw Ariana watching him with a smile. She didn't scream, otherwise the death shriek would have caused some trouble. However, Lady Ariana also found a way to show her enthusiasm. She adjusted her weight, pressed her lips close to Lyle's ear, and whispered.

"Meow~"

The tingling sensation instantly invigorated Lyle, and as he faced Ariana's satisfied smile, Lyle's roar blended into the lich's frenzy.

"Woof!" Like a husky that has infiltrated a pack of wolves.

The lich tide surged into the Dark Seventh District. The cold spires still filled the sky above the City of Wandering, but something was different. From those spires that seemed to pierce the sky hung many vibrant, colorful ribbons. These ribbons wove a colorful net across the high-rises of the Dark Seventh District, and amidst the ribbons hung glittering, reflective crystals. These were crystal fragments carved from the Dark Tenth District, used by the arcane sorcerers to adorn the city. Perhaps the City of Wandering sensed that today was a grand day; outside the city, the sun shone brightly, its rays filtering through the exquisite crystals and casting dazzling spots of light onto the liches' faces.

It was a wonderful festival, and the Andrei people were all smiling under the rainbow-like sunshine.

Beyond the elaborate decorations, the most striking difference during the event was undoubtedly the presence of strangers on the Blackrock Streets of the Dark Seventh District. Humans, dwarves, elves, demons, witches… an incredible tourist group of various races joyfully toured the Lich's district. A warmth emanated from this otherwise gloomy and cold area. Several smiling members of the Literary Society immediately joined the group and quickly became part of it.

Without malice or division, during the festival, the Wandering City only allows relaxation and joy, as well as tolerance and reconciliation between ethnic groups.

This place, at this moment, is no less magnificent than any sacred site.

Lyle stared blankly at everything, feeling like a statue as the crowd parted around him, merging into the larger group. Amidst the bustling, noisy crowd, Lyle seemed to have lost himself.

A sense of peace washed over him. Ariana stood beside him, quietly keeping Lyle company and watching everything unfold.

The unease that felt like it didn't belong to this world had long since vanished. Lyle pulled back Nia's outstretched tentacles and took his partner's hand in his other hand.

"It seems you need a companion, my lady."

Ariana slid her arm and intertwined her fingers with Lyle's, their arms and shoulders pressed together.

“I need a guide, dear plague doctor.”

“That would be my honor, Ariana. I am quite familiar with the City of Wanderers, and I can take you anywhere you want to go.”

“I want to go into your heart.” Those beautiful eyes flickered, and her long eyelashes almost stole Lyle’s soul.

Lyle was just about to respond.

"No! Nia is already in Lyle's heart. There's no room for Ariana here." Nia emerged from Lyle's shadow, frantically waving her arms like a resident afraid of being kicked out.

The little cutie's response made the two of them laugh.

Lyle patted Nia's body. "No, Nia. Then I'll just have to take Ariana elsewhere."

"How about Blood Rose? Let's go see Beatrice. There's still some time before the Music Festival that the Literature Club is preparing. We can go visit some relatives."

Ariana's eyes had completely turned into two crescent moons. "Of course, no problem. We can have a cocktail there. We don't have a bartender at home, and we've been wanting to try it for a while."

Lyle and Ariana walked toward the portal leading to the Light and Shadow Zone.

The entire city of Wandering had descended into revelry, with the Dark Tenth District becoming a romantic dating spot for couples. The crystal-clear corridors and dreamlike walkways folded together figures walking side-by-side. Even Ariana, the usually aloof lich lady, couldn't help but tighten her grip on Lyle's shoulders as the two strolled through the magnificent corridors. Their pace slowed, and a twenty-minute journey stretched into an hour.

The black market in the Light and Shadow District has also become a place to sell all kinds of toys and candies. Although their prices still retain the flavor of the black market, the market is full of inferior toys and expired candies. Occasionally, you can hear the curses of customers who have been ripped off. But those unscrupulous merchants are not afraid. It is the festival period, and the magicians will not tolerate private fights.

Unless the victim is the sorcerer himself, or their family member.

"You damned profiteer!!!" Black iron wings unfurled in the air, and a figure grabbed the black-robed merchant, holding him aloft. Her long, curly, beige hair and body covered in spiked armor hinted at a touch of allure. A shrill voice roared, "You dare sell a fake peridot for twenty-five Orioles!!!"

Those around dispersed to the left and right, adhering to the principle of avoiding trouble. In the cleared space, a human and an elf dressed in robes were anxiously watching the sky.

"Come down quickly, Gurelia, those are only twenty-five Oriou." William looked awkwardly at his berserk demon girlfriend. Ever since they confessed their feelings to each other, Gurelia's true nature had been revealed quite a bit.

"Sister Anna, come down quickly. That peridot is actually very beautiful. I really like it. It's okay if it's a little expensive." Fanila clenched her fists, her eyes darting around, afraid that William's arcane colleague might run out from somewhere.

And so, their gazes met.

"Mr. Lyle?"

"Lyle?"

“William?” “Fanila?”

The black-robed merchant was already sitting on the ground trembling with fear. The shrew who had been so fierce just moments before was now acting like a shy little girl. The embarrassed succubus girl stared intently at the lady next to Lyle.

"Ah... Lady Ariana."

As the commotion subsided, the three women came together, and the two men moved aside.

They were happy to have met each other.