Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"?" Kevin fell silent. What kind of monster was this person who called himself Senior Lyle? How could he say such a thing?

The Lawyer was also wondering if these two were deliberately trying to cause trouble for Andrei. Were liches afraid of death? Vampires preferred fresh blood, and liches were almost certainly not on a vampire's menu. Their so-called emergency situation had absolutely no effect on the Lawyer.

On one side is the criticism of the cold-bloodedness of the law, and on the other side is the suspicion of Kevin's provocation. Kevin ultimately does not receive the help of the law, and their conversation ends happily with the help of the nameless.

"Are all the people in Andrei this cold-blooded?" Kevin complained to Wuming, feeling a little angry.

"..." Wuming pondered for a moment, conceiving a long string of words in his mind, trying to make Kevin understand the lich's inherent coldness and unconventional values ​​while concealing his identity as a lich.

Then it became too troublesome to explain.

"Yes, the Andrei people are mostly aloof and obsessed with knowledge. You'll hardly find anyone here who's willing to genuinely help you, except for me."

"..."

It is said that most necromancers have lost their humanity, and the rumors do seem to have some merit.

Despite the setback, Kevin rallied.

“Mr. Nameless, let’s go and seek help from Mr. Raymond. Lyle once said that Mr. Raymond’s enthusiasm is as great as his strength.”

Wuming thought to himself.

Mr. Raymond... For the Pure Ones he has his eye on, Mr. Raymond's enthusiasm is probably just as overwhelming as his power.

"Okay, this is the way to the Holy Light Chapel..."

The path to the Chapel of Light is easy to find; simply stand at a corner and head towards the brightest light. Perhaps it's some kind of magic, but even the explosions outside don't affect the Chapel's brightness at all; it's one of the areas with the highest concentration of light bats in all of Andre. Mr. Raymond's pursuit of perfection in church architecture is one factor, but as luminous magical creatures, light bats are attracted to light, and the Chapel of Light is undoubtedly the safest place in all of Andre, as other places would be vandalized by its owner.

Although the same stones were used, the brick walls of the Chapel of Holy Light resembled shimmering crystals, like crystal itself. Kevin had seen something similar before; hanging from the ceiling of the Church of Dawn in Cassandra was a weapon said to belong to a crusader commander, which glowed and transformed into a beautiful crystal sword. The priest who guided Kevin explained that it was a ritual called sanctification, a glorious manifestation of a powerful paladin's life.

Here, the entire chapel is sanctified...

Kevin gradually came to believe Grape's words: there was a God of Holy Light in the Necromancer Academy.

With a sense of awe, Kevin knocked on the two enormous doors that resembled the gates of heaven.

The door slowly opened.

Kevin was excited. He was very curious about what kind of magnificent being the God of Light would be. Then, from behind the door that was slightly ajar, a dark head peeked furtively out of the light.

"Mr. Raymond?"

The figure glanced around, then stealthily slipped out, dragging his bandaged body, and closed the gate of holy light.

"Raymond? Wrong! It's me, Dark!!!"

Chapter 472 Failed Luck?

The person standing before him (?) was practically the antithesis of Holy Light. The bandages wrapped around his entire body were crudely made, as if they had been used for a long time, yet they remained sturdy despite the bandaged man's exaggerated movements. Through the gaps in the bandages, he could see a black torso. Kevin had never seen anything so black, so black that even the bright light of the Holy Light Chapel seemed to dim because of it, as if a black hole that devoured light was hidden beneath the bandages. The dark body was tall, and by normal human proportions, he was among the most robust, but his flippant and insane tone somewhat diminished this warrior-like physique. Through the gap where his head was, Kevin saw two small, glowing eyes. They existed within this darkness, yet they shone with light, like two flames—flames that could even ignite the darkness that devoured light.

Before the darkness spoke, he was a tall, dark monster exuding intense oppression.

After he spoke...

Darkness's body movements had been stiff for a long time. After a few minutes of silence, Darkness lowered his hand from his face.

"Can you guys give me some kind of response...?"

"Ah, ah? Ah! You... Hello, Mr. Darkness!" Kevin clapped his hands as he greeted Darkness, whom he was meeting for the first time, until the awkward applause made Darkness tremble with anger.

The nameless, indifferent gaze further lowered the atmosphere to zero.

Darkness glanced at Kevin in front of her; the center of the bandage on his forehead was sunken, like a line of angry eyebrows.

"Ordinary human?"

"Yes! Yes." Kevin was too embarrassed to admit that he was frightened by the dark facial expressions.

Darkness reached out, hooked Kevin's collar, and lifted him up. "Andrei is not a place for you. Go back to where you came from. I'll be merciful and send you on your way."

Was this guy taking revenge on him? Kevin kicked wildly in the air, but the seemingly soft, shadowy arm was as hard as steel, and his resistance was futile.

"You brat from the Advanced Magic Research Society, put down what you're holding before I get angry." Dark glanced sideways at Nameless, who was already holding the simulated celestial body in his hand.

“Kevin is my friend, and I will not ignore your actions. Even if Mr. Dark’s power is comparable to Mr. Apocalypse’s, it won’t do.”

“Hehehe, threatening me, Andrei. I’ve never been afraid of anyone but that idiot… I’ve never been afraid of anyone.” Darkness placed Kevin behind her. “But do you two deserve to be friends? Friendship isn’t maintained by deception.”

“I will not let Kevin get hurt; this is the promise of the Nameless One of the Advanced Magic Research Society.” Nameless One lowered the celestial body. “We have important business to attend to; it concerns the safety of the Pure One, Lyle.”

"The Fallen Light? What trouble is my Fourth Heavenly King in? Tell me, and I'll take care of it." Darkness put Kevin down, leaned against the gate of Holy Light, and casually wrote words on the Holy Light Chapel with the power of the void. "What Raymond can do, I can do too. What Raymond can't do, I, Darkness, can do as well."

That's nonsense. Lyle didn't say anything else, but he did say that the person Mr. Raymond beats up every day is called Mr. Dark.

Kevin, with a sunny smile on his face, bowed to the darkness.

“We need the Dark Lord’s help. Lyle is currently trapped in a vampire castle in Dagonris. The vampires there are too powerful. We need the Dark Lord’s power to resolve this crisis!”

“Dagonliss, a vampire? Never heard of him.” Darkness left the mark of “Raymond Idiot” on the door of the Holy Light Chapel, and stretched his shoulders slightly. “Strong, huh? Then I’ll just reminisce about my past life.”

“That’s the territory of the Loshutar vampires. Degonris is a town ruled by the Loshutar vampires. They set up a seal there, and Lyle is trapped inside the seal…”

“Loshutal vampires? A familiar name.” Darkness lowered his arm, his eyes fixed on the blood moon in the night sky, like a frozen stone sculpture.

"Mr. Darkness, do you know about this vampire family?"

Darkness crossed his arms and reverted to his lazy demeanor.

"You should know, if it's them... I've decided not to go."

"Hey, since Mr. Darkness knows them, doesn't that give him a better chance of helping Lyle?"

“It’s precisely because I understand them that I feel there’s no need to go. The Loshutar are just a small, insignificant family; there’s absolutely no reason for me to get involved. Those kinds of people are perfect for the Plague Doctor’s trial. Raymond is currently unavailable, and even if he were, he would probably make the same choice as me.”

“Let Loshutal be Lyle’s trial, to hone his own abilities.”

"Alright, alright, I understand the situation. Kevin, you should go back quickly. You won't find any help in Andrei. Hurry up and go."

Despite showing no interest in helping Lyle, Mr. Dark was surprisingly interested in banishing Kevin. He followed Kevin all the way to the Cup of Extravagance, stuffed him back into the portal to Cassandra, and kept a close eye on Kevin until he was teleported away.

“Cassandra possesses the power of the Holy Light. If you make any significant moves, I will inform your mentor of your death.” Darkness sat in the chair of the Gourd of Extravagance, watching the Nameless Man setting up the portal. Darkness gently tapped the porcelain cup with a spoon, producing a crisp sound.

"Don't die out there, Mr. Nameless."

The portal was set up, and Nameless bowed in the light.

“I will be careful, Mr. Darkness.”

The light from the teleportation array faded, plunging the room of the Cup of Extravagance into darkness.

Mr. Darkness whispered in the darkness.

"Loshutal, it's best if Raymond doesn't meet with them..."

Nameless and Kevin emerged from Cassandra Cemetery. Kevin was visibly frustrated; aside from Mr. Nameless, he had encountered obstacles at every turn. Was the academy cursed? Why hadn't his luck worked at all? Lyle's trust only added to Kevin's frustration after the mission's failure.

"Heh, a trial? If Lyle could handle it, would he need to ask for help? Stubborn old man who doesn't think straight, especially that Mr. Darkness, how can there be such a stubborn person? He's really a speechless guy."

Kevin's agitation made him want to offer something, but considering the people beneath those large tombstones, he refrained from doing so. Nameless followed beside him like a little follower.

“Mr. Darkness has his own considerations.” Nameless stroked his chin. “Perhaps it really was a trial, but there are still some things we overlooked.”

"Never mind, Mr. Nameless, let's go back to my manor to rest. At daybreak, we'll set off on our own to aid Lyle in Dagonris!"

Wuming followed Kevin to Borui Manor.

The nameless man, as a magician's guest, was treated kindly by Baron Borye. Kevin, as a rebellious son of the family, was severely beaten by his enraged father. Matt, the servant, had been recuperating from a cold for a day, but still insisted on personally handing the baron his riding whip.

The next day, a carriage carrying Kevin and the nameless man set off towards Dagonliss. Kevin was completely limp in the carriage, his body covered in wound medicine, but he still grimaced in pain whenever he moved.

With a twisted smile, he handed a letter to his servant.

“I sent a letter to someone who was good at solving Lyle’s problems.”

"Heh, Loshutar, I can save myself too!"

Chapter 473 The Wolf's Grin

The morning breeze carries the fragrance of flowers and the dampness of dawn. The sunlight heats those scents into a refreshing, stimulating aroma, similar to mint leaves, which enters people's nostrils through the open windows.

Mornings in Narnia always begin with this rhythm, accompanied by flowers, smiles, and sunshine.

But at the police station, a dozen or so well-dressed gentlemen with worried expressions had already crossed the threshold. Their sorrowful faces contrasted sharply with the lush green ivy outside the window, like superfluous ink dots on a painting.

The citizens, even more diligent than the officials, made the fairly spacious police station feel extremely crowded. They refused assistance and quietly stood guard in the area, the only sound being the impatient pacing.

As the door opened again, a tall figure entered, bringing with her the morning light and a pleasant fragrance. Unlike the hope on the faces of those around her, the eyes beneath her wine-red hair—eyes that usually brimmed with enthusiasm and sunshine—held a playful expression.

The woman's riding boots clicked on the ground as she smiled and greeted her colleagues. She walked through the crowd and made way for her seat.

Good morning, Sheriff Sharan.

"Good morning, Mr. Swarth." The woman's smile was like a license, and smiles appeared on everyone's faces. The conversation started instantly, but no matter who spoke, all the opinions focused on a certain absent person.

"Complaints about the Narancia Police Department have increased tenfold compared to last month, and these complaints are all focused on one person... The complaints involve disturbing citizens, regional discrimination, and terrorist law enforcement..."

"After 11 o'clock, people can only stay at home. Taverns and inns have to close early. Even some trade routes have been closed. Narancia's economy has suffered incalculable losses."

“The expansion project in the new urban area has been halted, and many workers have lost their jobs and are now unemployed. They still have wives and children to support.”

"As for the nobles, as you know, many of their properties have been hit, for unfounded reasons."

“That new police inspector… Sheriff Sharan, in less than a month, has brought about tremendous changes to Narania.”

"He alone almost overturned the laws of Narancia."

"People's smiles have disappeared, the sunshine and flowers have lost their luster, and he is turning our home into another unfamiliar city."

The man, his expression pained, carefully chose his words, and finally looked at the seated female sheriff.

"A rumor is circulating in the neighborhood: Ms. Violet, you have married a devil in human skin."

Sharan Bennett, a former police inspector in Narancia, is currently under investigation for her family's involvement in sensitive issues. Our familiar Violet gives an embarrassed smile.

"No, Ralph and I aren't married yet. We're just in the honeymoon phase. You guys are really joking. Well, I'll try my best."

"..."

The birdsong outside the window broke the silence inside.