Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Its mouth was full of sharp teeth, reflecting a cold light. It looked as if it could easily tear apart the blessing of holy light, crush the helmet, and devour Raymond.

"Bishop Raymond!" "Your Majesty Raymond!"

The dragon's sharp teeth closed less than ten centimeters from Raymond's face. Scalding breath sprayed onto Raymond's face, and heat filled the air.

“I am Yemotar… but not only Yemotar.” The proud dragon raised its head, a malicious smile on its face. “For Lyle’s sake, I’ll spare you this time, so, Raymond, we’re even.”

The once invincible dragon withdrew its oppressive aura, swayed its body, and turned to leave.

"I have an ancient covenant with Lyle, a covenant that transcends any agreement among our kind. We will consider each other's feelings, respect each other's actions and positions, and only when necessary. Right now, I would rather propagate my race than kill you. As for your thoughts, I don't care, Raymond. If you want revenge, then go ahead and seek it. After all..."

"Raymond, you're weaker now, you can't kill me."

The dragon father laughed heartily and left, returning to the dragon priest's side. He touched the twilight dragon's head affectionately and squatted down in front of Lyle.

"A dragon...teacher? Or Yemotar?"

“You did it, my student.” The dragon’s claws stroked its chest, and a rune etched on its heart glowed within its body. A similar rune adorned Lyle’s chest. This was a practice between Lyle and the dragon; the ancient covenant forged by the evil god imposed an incredibly powerful constraint on them. Simply put, this covenant made the dragon race behind the Dragon Father and Lyle’s human race secret allies. Humans, due to their weaker constitution, were unaffected by the covenant, but the powerful dragons, if they wished to harm humans, would be bound by the bloodline of the Dragon Father.

The dragon roared, a powerful sound that was the true language of dragons. To Lyle, it was a loud roar, yet he could understand its meaning.

"I will stand behind you and be your support, just like we promised."

"teacher……"

"However, in this way, you become the Dragon Father's Dragon Priest, the highest one..."

"Huh?" Does that mean I've become the boss of the Dragon Priests?!

The dragon tapped the floor next to Lyle with its finger, the slight tremor interrupting his reverie.

"Honorary Dragon Priest, like the Holy Light, the power of the Dragon Priest is not fully manifested in you. I prefer to take this as a blessing that protects you, my student, as a reward for your resurrection of me. You have passed your séance graduation exam, but your future is still long."

the other side.

The minor damage healed itself in the holy light. Raymond watched Lyle and the dragon getting along happily together, but ultimately did not take any action. He reopened the portal and prepared to leave with Lofdi and Elian.

“Bishop Raymond,” Lofdi knelt on one knee to express his loyalty, “but whether you are powerful or not, I will follow you; my faith has never wavered.”

Mr. Raymond showed no signs of defeat and smiled slightly.

“Emphasizing it like that makes it seem like your will is wavering. I’m fine. And the dragon is right, he is indeed stronger than me in this respect, in the control of fully unleashing his power.”

Elian cast two Tranquilizing Blessings on Lofdi.

"Is that so? I remember His Majesty Raymond's control over power just now was even more refined than that of a dragon."

“Do you remember why we came here, Elian? This was a test to see if justice prevailed, and it turns out that Lyle the Pure's justice earned him the dragon's favor. He was right. That's enough.”

Raymond's figure finally disappeared into the light.

"I'm here to destroy a world-destroying monster, not to create one."

"There are no brothers of mine here to stop me."

Chapter 606 The Lich Bane - Dragon

The Dean retrieved the brick-shaped book from thin air and tossed it into the pile of gold coins beside his desk. With his right hand, he pulled a few dark, unremarkable objects—which he called candies—from a brown cloth bag and handed them to Lyle.

"So the dragon came back to life?" Lyle held the object, which looked and felt terrible, and remained unmoved by the dean's encouraging gaze.

"Yes, Mr. Raymond helped us. Mr. Dragon became the new Dragon Father, and both the Dragon Priest and the Dragon are very satisfied with this."

The sound of writing came from the pile of gold coins. The dean stroked his beard and said with satisfaction, "You must have made an effort to get Raymond involved in academic research. Here, have some candy, this is the latest product."

"From the Holy Light Culinary Club?" Lyle looked at the gold ribbon tied around the bag, somewhat puzzled.

"Yes, although it doesn't look particularly appealing, it still has a wonderful flavor..."

Gold is a highly taboo color in Andrei; only a few guilds dare to use fabric of this color. The Lich of the Culinary Guild, who swore allegiance to the God of Cookery, was one of them, but…

Lyle pulled the ribbon tightly closed, flipping it over to the other side, which was black. The gold packaging of the Culinary Arts Society was just a disguise; its actual manufacturer was the (Dark) Literature Society.

Nia disdainfully tossed the "candy" that Lyle was holding back into her bag.

"I just find it strange. How could those liches in the cooking club, who prioritize appearance over taste, possibly make something so awful? And the texture and moisture are clearly something like camel dung... Dean, you wouldn't... "

The side of the desk closest to Lyle shattered, and the change in airflow created by the Dean's smiling, sweeping hand sent a chill down Lyle's side.

"Alright, Mr. Lyle, let's get back to the topic of the academic gathering."

"……Yes."

The face beneath the archmage's hat seemed considerably more sinister; that must be my imagination. The headmaster waved his hand, applying a self-repairing enchantment to the tabletop, then continued his conversation with Lyle.

"Didn't Mr. Dragon come? I know his size has changed, but the summary of the academic gathering doesn't necessarily have to be done in my office. Updating the Salvation Society member files is best done with his personal involvement."

Lyle placed his hands on the table, raising and lowering his fingers.

"The dragon teachers and dragon priests are very busy right now. They are dealing with the lich scourge caused by the resurrection of the dragon king, or rather, the dragon scourge."

"Dragon Disaster?"

Lyle nodded.

"Mr. Raymond previously inflicted a holy light punishment on the bloodline of the dragon race, meaning that since the defeat of the Dragon Father Yemotar, nothing related to 'dragons' has existed in the world. With the resurrection of the Dragon Father, those bloodlines and powers imbued with the concept of dragons, as the embodiment of the dragon race's power, are now reviving. Some members of the Dragonkin have reported developing strange skin diseases recently, which have been confirmed to be due to the dragon blood within them beginning to manifest itself."

"What's worse is that the wild beasts that inhabit the wilderness—dragons are quite ancient creatures, only one level below evil gods in the genetic lineage. This means that many animals have the [dragon] gene. Some relatively ancient magical beasts are undergoing [dragonization], their bodies are becoming larger, and their physical attributes are increasing, especially the reptiles, where the mutation is most obvious, and lower-level dragon beasts have already appeared. They have inherited the bloodthirsty and savage personality of the original dragons."

The dean seemed to realize the gravity of the situation. This wasn't just a lich calamity that would cause turmoil at Andre Academy; it was a dragon calamity that would affect the entire world. The birth of the Dragonfather had truly shaken this era.

“This is a bit tricky. If those beasts become even more dangerous, humans… Raymond will start to stir again.” The dean stroked his beard rapidly, but he couldn’t think of a way to deal with a large-scale beast uprising around the world.

"Humans, there's really no problem," Lyle gestured for the dean to relax. "Because I made a pact with the dragon teacher, those dragon-blooded magical beasts aren't very interested in humans. Most dragon beasts will avoid villages and towns, and those that can't be avoided will choose to hibernate. Few humans are directly harmed by dragon beasts; rather, more people are frightened by the tracks of large monsters."

"In this dragon plague, the real victims are the other wild animals. According to Teacher Dragon's estimate, nearly a hundred endangered species went extinct within a week of the outbreak. This devastating species invasion has made Teacher Dragon very irritable recently, and her fertility preparation period has been affected and prolonged."

Stab it!

He ripped off the dean's beard and stared at Lyle as if he were listening to a fairy tale.

"Nothing to be surprised about, Dean. The teacher has been resurrected. He has a mate and the ability to reproduce. Those dragon beasts are not very likable. After this dragon plague is quelled, the dragon teacher will begin to have his own children and reproduce the dragon race."

This shock was still a bit too much for the lich. The dean covered his face and stammered for a long time.

"Could Andrei send a delegation to observe his birthing process? We'd like to go...to visit an old friend."

"I'm afraid that won't work." Heaven knows what a lich with an explosive curiosity might do; newborns are still very innocent.

The dean sighed regretfully, but since he hadn't had any expectations to begin with, he immediately moved on to the next topic.

"In other words, the Dragon Father's resurrection happened ten days ago. I understand that the dragons and scholars need to deal with the dragon plague, but Lyle, why are you only reporting to me now? Don't you know how worried Andrei's friends are about you?!"

The lich...is worried about me? Lyle felt a warmth in his heart.

"Everyone……"

"The day they saw you hadn't come back with Raymond, the gentlemen had already carved your tombstone. They even threw a party under the guise of holding a funeral for you and erected a cenotaph for you in the Bone Forest."

"...I will go and thank them."

Lyle briefly outlined his itinerary over the past few days. While the Dragon Priest was busy dealing with the dragon plagues around the world, he had remained at the dragon's burial ground, the former lair of ten thousand dragons, to build the dragon's palace—a colossal wonder constructed entirely of bones. Lyle was alone, and under the supervision of the dragon, a master of bone consecration. The dragon's somewhat obsessive-compulsive tendencies caused Lyle considerable psychological torment, even though his bone manipulation skills had improved significantly.

“I see. Since I resigned, I wanted you to work even harder to take over his position in necromancy. If you are qualified to become a professor of necromancy, it will make things much easier for me. So, Lyle, you completed the dragon’s requirements in ten days, which is quite remarkable.”

Lyle's eyes were lifeless as he chuckled.

"Ten days to complete the dragon's palace? I didn't finish it. Sister Sylvie just got angry at the dragon master after watching me build the foundation again and again. Then the master spent a day building everything and sent me back to report to you. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now."

The dean took the brick-shaped book out of the pile of gold coins and winked at Lyle.

“That bastard Raymond has stayed in his chapel the whole time and hasn’t left.”

"Thank you for reminding me, Dean."

"No, I've been feeling restless these past few days without hearing the lich's wails. It's so good to have you back, Plague Doctor."

"I will do my best, Dean."

"...Don't let him get too active either."

"Ok."

Chapter 607 The Light's Reverse Scale

Visiting the Chapel of Holy Light again felt quite different from before. Only after the dragon master and dragon priest recounted the details of the ritual, did Lyle, whose mind was still a little foggy from his recent resurrection, realize that Mr. Raymond had saved him once more. Lyle felt grateful to Mr. Raymond, yet also somewhat embarrassed. He stood outside the door, straightening Nia's previously crumpled robe, carefully controlling his chin from tilting it too high.

As Lyle combed through the few unruly hairs, shimmering golden magical dust fell onto his head. Lyle then realized the Lich Crown was still on his head; its magical tendrils were polishing him clean, scraping away countless specks of dust that landed on him. It was now "gilding" him, using alchemy to transform the mithril on its surface into a thin layer of gold leaf. If it weren't for the permanent runes inscribed inside by the Headmaster, Lyle believed the Lich Crown could have easily degraded him into a golden crown, although it already looked considerably less valuable now, the fragile gold leaf constantly crumbling.

"Could you be a little more careful?" Lyle asked somewhat helplessly as he began to remove the gold dust from his hair. The Lich's Crown, feeling a bit embarrassed, extended its magical tentacles to help clean it up, and then a small tuft of Lyle's hair turned into gold.

Lyle sensed something, reached for the crown of his head, and gently pressed down, pulling out the soft golden hair.

"You!!!" Lyle couldn't imagine what a terrible state his hair must be in, but the thoughtful Nia told him.

“A large golden flower bloomed on Lyle’s head.”

[It looks like a pansy with reversed colors.]

"Never mind, it seems today is not a good day to visit Mr. Raymond. Let's come another day."

Ignoring the lich crown twisting above his head, Lyle was about to turn and leave.

A powerful kick landed on his lower back, sending Lyle flying. His face smashed through the chapel doors, and he rolled several times in the air before collapsing to his knees in the central aisle.

Lyle's face burned. He looked up and saw Mr. Raymond, Ariana, and Lofdy all staring at him in complete silence.

It's pointless to dwell on who kicked it now. Lyle braced himself and said to Mr. Raymond, "Thank you very much for helping the dragon, Mr. Raymond."

“Ah? Ah.” Mr. Raymond seemed to have just recovered from his surprise. He waved his hand, and the chapel doors closed automatically. “...Lyle, although the floor here has been enchanted with holy light and is warm, but...you are a Pure One, there is no need for such a grand gesture.”

"Come here."

……

Once again, Lyle sat side by side with Raymond on the bench. The purifying blessing of the Angel of Light restored Lyle's golden threads. Raymond held the Lich Crown in his palm, and the gold foil on its surface peeled off in pieces in the holy light.

Raymond looked at the lich crown, limp and lifeless in his hand, stuck to it like a starfish, bathed in holy light. He smiled helplessly, “The lich’s crown is still the same. I thought it would stop after I was defeated by the dragon.”

“Mr. Raymond is quite popular.” Lyle was actually a little puzzled. If the Lich Crown was only seeking the strongest wearer, then Mr. Raymond was still the best choice for it, even if he was suppressed by the dragon once.