Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"I never knew that someone could so obviously influence their surroundings with their own temperament. I thought that was only Mr. Ralph's specialty."

Kevin's face was somewhat pale, and the gold in his curly hair, bathed in the white light of the Bone Gate, took on a rough, foil-like texture, interspersed with water droplets. Lyle wasn't sure if his current appearance was due to the effects of his prolonged stay in the cemetery or the lingering influence of Ralf.

We need to find something for him to do to distract him.

“There’s something wrong with the Bone Gate, Kevin. Go and rearrange the bone fragments again and see if there’s a better stable state.”

As Kevin approached, the two who had been recording immediately moved aside. They clearly understood what Lyle meant by Kevin's "luck" and were curious about what would happen next.

Without any prior planning, and without following the spellcasting rules taught at the academy, Kevin even paused for a few seconds after roughly disassembling the bone fragments, feeling the soft, heat-emitting bone fragments, before finally sticking them back together.

Those sensitive, delicate, and intricate tools, in Kevin's clumsy, infant-like hands, were like a strong, rough old man who could lift a cauldron; no matter how he squeezed them, they were fine, and then they were put into another position and miraculously continued to function.

The white light shone again, and a new gate of bones took shape before Kevin.

"Okay, that's all."

Bian Tong became the second experimenter.

Under Kevin's curious gaze, Bian Tong reached into the portal. The milky white energy rippled upon contact, sucking Bian Tong in like jelly.

Black figures formed a moving forest, and under the blood moon's glow, all was silent.

Until a bolt of lightning drew a bright circle in the air, a pure white figure descended into the center of the black robe, and appeared before Mr. Faceless, the administrator of the Andrei teleportation array.

All eyes were drawn to the pure white figure. Oh, not all of it. In the center of his pristine whiteness, there was a stain: a shredded, writhing mass of flesh embedded in the center of his sternum.

The skeleton looked at its own body, then its gaze shifted to Mr. Faceless's mask.

“If I hadn’t received your application to work on the Gate of Bones, I would have thought you had joined Mr. Scarlet’s original cult.”

The Gate of Bones stripped away almost all of Bian Tong's disguise and flesh, leaving him standing naked in the center.

"We've taken a step closer to success, I guess you could say that."

In the long rectangular box at the feet of the Nameless Man, Bian Tong saw the Shining Skull and one of his fingers. He removed the last piece of flesh from his body to seal the Shining Skull, which was screaming incessantly. Bian Tong then took the ring off the finger bone and contacted Lyle.

"How is the situation?"

"Not perfect, but still a success. It's just that one layer of clothing has been peeled away."

At Cassandra Cemetery, Lyle raised the ring in her hand above her head.

"That's what he said: his clothes were stripped off."

Kevin breathed a sigh of relief, though his face still showed embarrassment. It was just a loss of face, nothing serious; his pale face betrayed his inner turmoil.

The third adjustment of the Bone Gate progressed rapidly, and Kevin had already gotten a feel for it, so the adjustments were completed in one go.

The soft light from the Gate of Bones cast a joyful glow on Kevin's face as he waved his arm to greet Lyle.

"Hurry up and come here! I have a feeling that this time, the portal will definitely work without any problems!"

In Lyle's eyes, the glowing Bone Gate resembled the shimmering, gentle lakes of the Naslan Secret Realm. At first glance, it was indeed breathtaking. However, just like the lakes of Naslan, the Bone Gate itself was not dangerous. What was dangerous was its other side.

Lyle wielded considerable influence at Andre Academy. After his two appearances, one brilliant and the other adaptable, the liches had learned that the Plague Doctor was experimenting with the Bone Gate. The Bone Consecration course was publicly available at the academy, and the Necromancer's Figurine Club's advanced progress quickly attracted many liches. They lingered near the teleportation array, holding their breath, anticipating what would happen next, and planning to offer their congratulations the Plague Doctor upon his success.

If Kevin were to travel to this world and face a relentless, cold gaze, it's hard to guarantee what kind of chaos he would cause in Andrea. More importantly, there's Kevin himself; who knows what the consequences would be if Kevin's luck were so forcefully suppressed?

A white light appeared on the teleportation array, and a dazzling spot of light drew a circle. The space within the circle turned into a turbid body like water ripples. Under the expectant gaze of the liches, a foot stepped out.

Upon recognizing the newcomer, the Lich Andrei began to grumble.

"What? Just a manipulator..."

Emerging from the Gate of Bones is a complete, solitary manipulation.

With a cold, calculating hand, he reached back into the glow of the Bone Gate. When he withdrew his hand, he held the original bone fragment in his grasp. In Cassandra's cemetery, the Bone Gate, having lost its core, continued to crumble, causing the wormhole to collapse.

"I knew you guys wouldn't say anything nice, but the successful completion of the Bone Gate has put me in a good mood."

"Where is the plague doctor?"

"He and his friends returned to the Cup of Extravagance, using the Ring of Andrei. They will use the portal there as a transit point back to the Nathran Mystic Realm, as a final destination for entertaining special guests."

Lyle ultimately abandoned the idea of ​​taking Kevin to visit Andre, and instead chose the Nathran Secret Realm, Ariana's family castle, as a relatively safer option.

Chapter 451 Guarantee

“I understand your eagerness to visit Andrei, Kevin, but Andrei, it’s not the right time for you. Of course, this is only temporary. Besides, I was just about to invite you to Naslan Castle. Ariana really wants to meet you, I assure you, she told me herself. She wants to meet my best friend.”

Lyle stood in the chamber of the Cup of Extravagance, Nia's tentacles assisting him in tracing patterns on the marble floor behind him. Kevin was a stranger to the Naslan Secret Realm, a necessary measure.

“I understand, I understand, Lyle. If you still consider me a friend, please stop with your unfounded apologies. I’ll stay put, Mr. Lyle. I have no intention of leaving the circle you’ve drawn, nor of leaving this ornately decorated room, nor of passing through that lovely pink door.” Kevin smiled, his feet stopping in the center of the marble floor. He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding gold candlesticks and silk curtains, finally settling on the door—the pink door with the wine glass symbol that led to the corridor of Andrea Castle.

The peach-pink wooden door was inlaid in gilded stone bricks, and the patterns on it looked small and cute. The bright color was just like Lyle's blushing face. "Ariana is the current president of the Cup of Extravagance Society, so we respect her preferences."

Kevin raised an eyebrow, watching Lyle's retreating figure as he drew the magic circle, as if he were seeing a diligent bull. He crossed his arms and teased Lyle.

Why have I never seen our 'Pink Boy'?

Lyle turned around, a playful smile on his face.

"Perhaps it's because Ariana prefers the boy to bright colors."

Kevin, who had been defeated, stood up trembling and finally uttered a harsh word.

"When I meet Ms. Ariane, I will definitely tell her that the Pink Boy is actually quite nice."

Lyle stood up and patted Kevin on the shoulder.

"Of course, my friend, we will have a pleasant afternoon...morning."

Nia's tentacles engulfed the two of them, and in the empty, luxurious cup, the runes on the floor gradually dissipated.

Midnight in the mysterious land of Naslan is like a sealed oil painting. The rising morning light from the horizon is like the hand that unwraps the seal, ready to paint the world with the colors of a new day.

The dewdrops on the blades of grass, gathering the most abundant fruit of the night, are the best hypnotic. Kevin is a lucky ordinary man; sleep, like a latent virus, finally erupts within his body.

Kevin staggered, and Lyle had to lead him. Lyle was certain he was in a semi-conscious state; otherwise, Kevin would have cried out in surprise when the mercury snake formed a bridge between them, instead of covering his face to shield it from the sunlight reflected off its silvery body.

Nia's tentacles lifted Kevin up, and he followed Lyle like a cradle.

Lyle patted Nia's head, who was waiting for praise. "Are you sure you've taken good care of Mr. Matt? I don't want Kevin to have to go through the trouble of looking for the servant who collapsed in Cassandra Cemetery when he gets back."

Nia waved her tentacles and clenched her little fists, as if complaining about Lyle's distrust.

“Nia did a great job! Kevin’s servant Nia has been taken good care of; he will definitely be discovered.”

"Well, you did a good job, Nia."

"hey-hey."

On the outermost edge of Cassandra Cemetery, a man in only his underwear is bound to the top of a cross. His gleaming silver armor has been dismantled and hung on tree branches, forming a striking arrow pointing directly at the man's pale belly. The pubic hair around his navel has been cleared, leaving a blank space on which black ink is scrawled in crooked strokes.

Kevin's Servant

But Lyle was unaware of Matt's ordeal, so Naslan greeted the new day in the gentle sunlight.

When the bronze gates of Naslan opened, a cool breeze blew through the cracks, conveying Naslan's care through the leather coat of the plague doctor.

Cold sweat streamed down Lyle's face as he helplessly raised his hands.

"Actually, I don't need it..."

A gust of wind billowed from Lyle's coat, as if the coat itself had gained a will and decided to pursue its own freedom. The hat and coat floated in the air, detaching themselves from Lyle's body first.

Those indifferent eyes calmly conveyed a rejection, and a resolute insistence on persuading Lyle to accept it.

The ghostly maid, clutching Lyle's coat, bowed and then floated into the castle.

Kevin was taken away as well, dragged by two ghostly maids towards the guest room.

"What's that? A new experimental subject?"

A languid voice emerged from the shadows, like the hiss of a venomous snake that had just finished its meal.

Beatrice Naslan, the vampire lady, leaned against a corner, wine glass in hand and a beautiful vase of unknown age. Her breath, tinged with alcohol, and her eyes, filled with drowsiness and intoxication, gazed at Lyle, her smile almost merging with the flush on her face. In her own home, Naslan's third daughter was hardly a refined lady, a fact evident in the anxious face of the ghostly maid following behind her.

Wearing a thin silk nightgown, her left shoulder strap was as if she were drunk and unconscious. Her pale, moon-like skin seemed like jade hidden in the darkness. She wore a loose red robe, and her disheveled black hair was like a thicket of thorns in a garden. She walked barefoot on the cold stone bricks.

“That’s my friend, a human named Kevin.”

Beatrice reached up and touched her forehead. The ghostly maid had taken over her work, and the coolness of the spirit body helped her think. Beatrice watched the maid and their goods disappear at the end of the corridor, then turned her gaze back to Lyle.

"You still have contact with the outside world?"

"It has never stopped."

Beatrice shook her head, and Lyle couldn't tell if she was responding to him or simply staying awake.

Miss Vampire is getting tired of her.

Turn your body and step back into the depths of darkness.

“I will make a good impression on my guests, as it is a matter of honor for Naslan.”

Lyle breathed a sigh of relief. His sister-in-law seemed to be in a good mood today. Beatrice had always been a source of worry for Lyle, who was concerned that his third brother, who was unhappy with him, would cause trouble during the meeting.

"Thank you." Kevin should be able to have a leisurely time in Naslan.

Goodnight, Beatrice.

Darkness, like a living thing, swallowed the vampire before him. In the dim light, Lyle could only see Beatrice's smiling face as she turned back and the wine glass in her hand. She drank the wine in one gulp, placed the empty glass on the nearest step, and then disappeared completely.

Good morning, you bastard.

Chapter 452 Naslan's Hospitality

Kevin's lifestyle was even more fulfilling than Lyle had imagined. His sleep schedule was like a cunning and ruthless loan shark, always making up for any missed sleep time with interest.

Train Ariana's fear of heights in the upper floors of the castle, watch the ghost dog Shiba Inu and Nia fool around in the ranch, protect the panicked herd while the dog plows the field, and finally, arrive at the cemetery where the people of Nathlan have been buried for generations.

Lyle often lingered here after the ominous signs awakened. The black shadow always pulled Lyle's body toward the cold cemetery. Waving to the vacant, transparent spirits in the cemetery, Lyle walked to the stone coffin with the tombstone.

[Ariana Naslan & Lyle Bouler]

The inscriptions carved on the tombstone were filled with moss, and a few nightshade vines leaned against the beautiful patterns on the stone coffin. The sunlight was broken up by the green shade and scattered in the darkness of death, blending into the cold silence.

It was definitely a rather bizarre scene, but it must be admitted that the gloomy sight of death before him touched Lyle's heartstrings.