Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"Thief!"

A roar came from Karen's small body; the contrast was like an air raid siren blowing from a little whistle you bought.

Karen, dressed in her nun's habit, stomped her right foot hard on the ground, and you could feel the vibration and the dust kicked up at her feet. The phantom of holy light condensed into armor on her body, and her long staff, which had become a long-handled warhammer, dragged on the ground.

She shot off like a cannonball towards the path lined with morning glory vines not far away, then disappeared from sight with a few leaps.

All that remained was the slowly descending dust, and Lyle and the old man staring at each other.

Alright, now Lyle not only needs to investigate the intelligence, but also to calm him down if he is frightened.

After all, a little girl had performed as a human cannonball in front of him, leaping three zhang high.

Karen is unreliable.

Lyle wiped his face, removing the sweat and any possible spittle from others.

In the eyes of these elders, Violet's story is another version. In the Naslan catastrophe, Nalania's ancestors were shameful traitors. They escaped the calamity of their family and instead dragged a group of people into a shameful division. They portrayed a mad family leader among the survivors, who was destroyed by a terrible magic. They depicted themselves as heroes who saved the survivors, but some people did not buy it. They believed that they were responsible for the deaths of their compatriots and even regarded the misfortune of Nalania's eldest son as a deserved punishment.

A story has two sides, like a mirror, and the past cannot be retrieved.

But Lyle questioned the story's content: had the Naslan family truly perished?

Lyle still remembered the figure that haunted his dreams, and her name: Ariana Naslan.

Vampires, their allure, the Naslan family, their secluded mountain retreat—like the stars in the sky, they guide things toward a bad omen.

Lyle still remembers what Ariana looked like the night he left.

"Beatles has never let us down; she has always been a sister I am proud of."

Lyle narrowed his eyes. "Absolutely not, Beatrice, your disappearance must not be related to Calent's disappearance."

Putting my bad thoughts aside, I need more information.

……

As Lyle wandered into the inner city, Shui Shui tugged at his clothes again.

It was a trapdoor hidden at the edge of the castle, with a guard standing at the front.

His eyes were fixed on Lyle from beneath his helmet.

"Halt! This is Baron Tyron's private wine cellar. Entry is prohibited."

Lyle waved his hand. "Of course, I just want to find a shady spot to rest. I'll leave right away, sir. It's so hot."

Lyle immediately stood up and left, heeding the guard's advice.

Leaving behind that sleeping posture, it flowed into the gap of the trapdoor unnoticed by the guards.

……

The water returned to its original circular shape behind the door.

The aroma of wine mingled in the humid air; the wine was so strong it was as if someone had chiseled open the wood and poured the fragrant liquid into the thatch.

Shui Shui shook its body, turning the grape-red color on the bubbles into transparency.

Move towards the depths where the fragrance wafts.

There were two sounds: one was deliberately lowered to prevent eavesdropping, and the other was a normal swallowing sound, indicating someone was drinking.

"Young Master, you should leave now."

"Leave? Why? This is my home?"

“You used to be, but now you are like this.”

"This is how you look? Becky, I've never heard you dare to say a word about the person I used to be. You really are very good."

"I'm sorry, my little master, but for the sake of the Baron, please don't hurt anyone in Nalania."

"Ha, you're such a loyal dog, Becky."

"I was originally destined to become your loyal dog in the not-too-distant future."

"You seem quite dissatisfied with my new life."

"I don't understand why you're protecting her. She's already hurt so many people here, and they've become just like you..."

"Enough, Becky, before I tear you apart. Your vision is like that of bedbugs in a swamp, vulgar and pedantic. Even my former father was nothing more than a sparrow that cherished its feathers."

"The Baron did it for the family."

"Hahaha, what a joke. They imprisoned me in a tower for twenty years, and now they want to kick me out."

"Relax, my dear Becky. I have no interest in tearing my father’s magnificent feathers apart. What I want are the ancient Naslan books passed down in Nalania, all of them. Once I have them, my mistress and I will leave this tiny place."

“I will collect them all tomorrow and hand them over to you. I think the Baron has had enough of them.”

“Very good, then I will bring you relief tomorrow.”

“Young Master Karent, a new sheriff has arrived in Nalania. The master had no choice but to report the case. He came with Miss Sharan. When you leave, please keep a low profile.”

"Shalan, what a familiar name. Don't worry, I will remember our past friendship and not hurt them, provided that we don't run into them."

"Yes, I will inform them of the castle party tomorrow."

“That’s really good, Becky.”

Chapter 102 Punishment

The target is Naslan's ancient books, a mistress, and many "people" like Karent.

Lyle digested the information, and Shui Shui slipped into her sleeve.

The inner city's rubble and brick walls are similar to Cassandra's, except the greenery is dozens of times greater, and the number of buildings with beautiful spires, resembling works of art, is dozens of times less. Narancia's sunlight prefers to shine on those emerald-like plants, unlike Cassandra's, which always hides behind rain clouds and towers.

Shui Shui left a small clone inside the hinge of the trapdoor, which would alert her to anyone entering or leaving. After Becky left the cellar, he also ordered the guards to insert a vertical iron bar into the latch of the door, which didn't seem like locking the door, since the cellar was more like a prison cell. It was the only exit, without windows; one could imagine how dark it was inside, but there was probably no need to worry about the vampires' light problem.

Becky did not lower her guard because of the vampire's past identity, which was a good thing for the people of Narlania, but only for Baron Tyrion.

To avoid any accidents, Lyle left the area to avoid running into the suspicious Becky and having to change his plans.

Then Lyle saw Karen.

With a sullen expression, its eyes still wandering aimlessly through the quiet alleys around it, its pomegranate-colored lips pressed together, and its cheeks puffed up like a pufferfish, it was just an angry little monkey kicking at the pebbles at its feet as it continued on its way.

They even ignored Lyle.

Just as Karen was about to walk past, a slightly angry Lyle lightly slapped her smooth forehead.

Snapped!

A loud sound, but the slight force didn't hurt.

Karen was startled. She placed her hands together on the spot on her forehead where she had been hit. She had obviously forgotten about the cane in her hand. In her haste, the end of the cane poked her nose. Seeing her nose quickly turn red, it was clear that Karen had done quite a bit to herself.

The staff clattered against the stone pavement of Nalania. Karen moved her hand to her nose, tears welling in her eyes. Like a little rabbit, she stared blankly in the direction from which the initial blow had come.

"Your Excellency Lyle." That feeling of wanting to be angry but also realizing that he lacked confidence finally turned into a single sentence.

"This is so unlucky."

Lyle felt a little guilty looking at her pitiful appearance.

"Actually, you can massage it to get through the initial pain and activate the blood flow in that vein. The pain will dissipate quickly."

Lyle reached out his hand toward her nose, but Karen, in a fit of temper, quickly slapped it away.

"No way! It hurts!"

Lyle rubbed the back of his hand. Is this what empathy is? The so-called transmission of pain?

"I forgot, you can also use Holy Light, so you'll definitely recover even faster."

Upon hearing this, Karen aimed her little fist at Lyle's chest, but stopped at the last moment.

Lyle had already envisioned himself coughing up blood.

"Use that super painful one!"

Overjoyed at surviving the ordeal, Lyle rubbed his chest, relieved that part of his body had been spared. Looking down, he saw Karen still staring intently at him.

"If only Lord Lyle could become a monk! The current Lord Lyle is completely useless. Awaken the Holy Light quickly, Lord Pure One!"

"I also want to become an excellent pastor and bring comfort to my lovely Karen."

Lyle smiled the gentlest smile at Karen, looking into her starry eyes like a little fangirl meeting her idol.

"Brother Lyle~" This girl gets into character so quickly.

“Knight Karen.” Lyle stretched out his hands and cupped Karen’s hands in his palms.

"Wake up, the floor in Narancia is very cold. Once you're done dreaming, come back to the inn with me."

"..."

……

Ralph sat behind the dim light, looking at the two dejected people in front of him.

His voice was like the cold wind of winter, almost freezing one's spine, though it sounded cool on this summer night.

“My two lovely colleagues, did you go on a day trip to the countryside? As for my so-called intelligence, Lyle is alright, at least he brought another version of the story to fill in the gaps. As for you, Karen, you might as well not even bother acting anymore.”

Karen sat in the chair, her toes and fingers touching in perfect unison. She glanced up at Ralph sitting opposite her, then quickly looked down again.

"I really did go to catch a thief, sir! The thief who stole my Silver Knight Armor, I saw him in Narania."

Ralph interlaced his fingers and raised his hand to cover his chin.

"Where did you lose your armor, Miss Karen?"

“Cassandra Church of Dawn, attached to the recruit camp, in my room.”

Ralph's eyes held unidentified glimmers of light, like will-o'-the-wisps in the darkness.

"You mean, that thief, half a month after he committed the crime, appeared before you in Nalania, thousands of miles away, still wearing that set of gleaming silver armor."

"Karen, listen to this yourself, do you believe it?"

Karen was about to retort when Violet walked in with a plate of muffins and several glasses of juice.