Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

“Ralph, be patient with them. They are young and inexperienced.”

She went to Ralph's side, trying to find a way to resolve the situation.

"Violet, you come sit down too!"

The people who were criticizing Ralph turned into three dejected men.

"You were the one who encouraged this grouping, putting inexperienced young people together. You're the real culprit!"

Violet was very decisive; she stretched out her arms and pulled Lyle and Karen to her sides.

“Yes, I admit it. It was my mistake, Commander Ralf. If you want to punish someone, take it out on me. I'll cover it up. So, how much is the fine?”

An aura of wealth emanated from her, clearly indicating that Ralf wouldn't allow her to wreak havoc in the court.

“My rule, Violet, is to treat the symptoms. Financial punishment is obviously not worth it for you. I will punish you for what you truly care about.”

Ralph was silent for ten seconds. "Violet, what do you hate?" Ralph realized that he didn't really know his so-called former colleague that well.

Violet's eyes sparkled, and Lyle, nestled under her arm, felt her trembling.

Violet's voice trembled, revealing an emotion that was hard to tell whether it was fear or shy joy.

"What I hate most is being alone in a room with my gloomy boss. Every minute and every second I spend with him is torture for me. If there's anything I'm afraid of, it's the feeling of being close to him and touching his skin. Just thinking about it gives me the creeps."

With a dark expression, Ralf slammed his fist on the table. "Meeting adjourned. It's getting late. Everyone go and get some rest."

Violet watched Ralf's retreating figure as he left the room, her impatience almost bursting forth. "Where's my punishment?"

Ralph turned back with a look of disgust. "It's canceled. My purpose is to punish you, not me."

Chapter 103 Unstable Treatment

A day in Narancia begins with the chirping of insects. Cicadas are going through the last cycle of their lives, and the Naranians treat their noisy neighbor with tolerance.

They stepped out of the hut and began a new day as the morning dew was about to evaporate.

The tavern was far less bustling than the night before, with only a few scattered customers.

In Lyle's room, a section of tender green grapevine protrudes from the window, like a baby's unruly little hand, its green leaves stretching out in the sunlight. If this lovely plant were the first thing you see when you open your eyes, you would naturally be delighted.

However, whenever he goes out, Ralph is definitely his alarm clock.

The door was pushed open without a knock or a question, like a sudden north wind blowing into Lyle's room.

Without a word, Lyle knew that those sharp eyes were fixed on his languid state, causing him to feel embarrassed and instantly lose all sleepiness.

When I got up, I saw that Ralf was already dressed and ready. He was the last to go to bed, but also the first to wake up. His dark circles looked like smoky makeup, as he proudly announced his achievements.

"Let's go downstairs for dinner and organize the information we received last night."

Lyle listened to Ralf's words across from him while eating cheese bread that smelled of milk.

“Last night, Violet and I visited the families of the victims of the recent disappearances. With Violet’s coordination, we obtained some information.”

"The people disappeared between 8 and 9 p.m., and in nearby streets and alleys. I went to investigate the scene and found no signs of struggle. The nearby residents did not hear any unusual noises. It was as if they disappeared into thin air."

"We believe it was the same person who committed the crime, and it's likely a woman, because a faint fragrance has been left behind. Violet is the one who made this judgment."

"It's the scent of March roses, a fragrance that has recently become popular among the wealthy. Because of the difficulty in its production, it's a very expensive luxury item. I'm sure of it, because I've smelled that strong scent more than once or twice. That intensity, in a sense, is equivalent to a stench."

"A woman who could use expensive perfumes, and the missing person left voluntarily."

“It’s allure,” Karen explained as she picked up the next tortilla. “Vampires have striking appearances, and their dark powers can be used to bewitch humans.”

"That fragrance may have another purpose, which is to mask the smell of blood."

Ralph pulled his hat up, hiding his eyes in the shadows, his voice devoid of emotion, like a final verdict.

"This trip was worthwhile."

"Now let's plan the ambush location and the personnel involved..."

A well-dressed waiter approached. He came to Violet's side and bowed as he spoke.

"Miss Violet, the Baron invites you and your colleagues to a party today in preparation for the upcoming Flower Crown Festival. Please join us on time, which will begin in thirty minutes."

Here comes the invitation to the party.

Ralf frowned, and after the waiter left, he looked at Violet. "A party, at this hour?"

Violet shrugged. "Our Baron loves parties and holds them three to five times a week. We're used to it."

"In my opinion, there is nothing unreasonable about this."

We have other plans for tonight.

"But planning is only for daytime, isn't it? Vampires travel at night, and planning can also be done at parties. Baron Tyron is very concerned about his image, so we'd better not refuse his invitation."

Ralph pondered for a moment.

He said what Lyle had been hoping for.

"I'd better not. I'm on official business right now, so it's not suitable for a gathering. Besides, I don't have any suitable clothes."

“I do, um… I mean, my father has a few ill-fitting suits, and I think he probably wouldn’t mind lending them to you.”

Lyle thought to himself, "I'm complaining."

If it really was Violet's father's dress, he would definitely want to tear his cheap uncle apart, because his daughter not only became a sheriff, but also planned to betray her father.

Violet's eyes were fixed on Ralf, her hands pressed against the edge of the table. She probably didn't notice the unsightly appearance of the pressed parts and the considerable visual impact.

"……I see."

……

The four of them headed toward Bennett's mansion.

Just then, Shui Shui stretched out a tentacle and touched Lyle's side.

The trapdoor is now open.

Lyle immediately grabbed Ralph, while making the most pained expression possible.

"Uncle, I'm not feeling well, I need to... go to the toilet."

"Can you bear with it a little longer, little Bühler? We'll be there soon."

Lyle forced a smile. "I'm sorry, Violet, I can't stand it anymore. I have to go and take care of something."

"It's alright, little Buller. After you've taken care of this, just walk straight down this street. There's a door with a blue kite pattern in the Bennet mansion. Tell the butler my name, and he'll let you in."

“Okay, I understand.” Lyle gave a relieved smile and walked away alone.

Violet tugged at Ralph's sleeve, still watching the direction Lyle had left in.

“What are you still looking at? Little Bühler is just going to the bathroom. Is it necessary to stop and watch? You spoil him too much.”

Ralph's expression remained calm as he uttered a few words from his closed lips.

"He was smiling with his eyes narrowed."

"?"

……

Lyle sprinted through the dark alleyways, while Shui Shui fully displayed her abilities, her outstretched tentacles hooking onto the walls, occasionally giving Lyle a push, or assisting her sprinting body to navigate corners without slowing down in bends.

When he encounters a thick wall blocking his way, he leaps up, and Shui Shui, like an octopus or a spider, carries him away.

Lewesser's experience had a certain impact on Lyle, and his speed surpassed that of the past.

Preventing the target from getting lost is one aspect, and another aspect is that Lyle definitely remembers what Calent said.

"Tomorrow, I will grant you liberation."

Perhaps Becky and his young master spent so much time together that they overlooked those things, but through the sensitive water, Lyle could clearly sense the malice in it.

They are in danger.

Very close to the wine cellar, Lyle smelled blood.

The guard lay in a pool of blood, his face still showing traces of terror.

Damn beast.

Lyle rushed over to check; his helmet was lying to one side, and two bright red gashes on his neck looked like small fountains.

There was excessive bleeding, and simply stopping the bleeding was no longer effective.

Fortunately, Lyle now has more than just medicine.

He pressed his fingers tightly against the wound, magic coiling between his fingers.

I hope you're not destined to die.

Unstable treatment.

What a spectacular sight that was!

The dark red blood plasma looked like it was teeming with parasites. Small red tentacles swayed in the pool of blood. Like spreading fungi, they crawled into the wound along the direction of the blood flow, roughly squeezing themselves in. Soon, only red traces remained on the ground.

The remaining blood plasma in the two wounds quickly turned black, congealed into scabs, and sealed the wounds.

After the treatment ended, the body, which had been in a coma, began to cough, but no matter how violent the cough was, the guard remained unconscious.

Lyle breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the only side effect was coughing, although it was so severe that it felt like the person was coughing up their internal organs. I hope it's nothing serious.

Ignoring the guards writhing on the ground like centipedes, Lyle walked toward the wine cellar.

Karent has left, but poor Becky is still here. His wounds are relatively more elegant, it seems that Karent's attack alerted the guards, which is why the guards' wounds are so gruesome.

Becky had fallen into a coma; his face was pale, clearly from blood loss, and his pulse was weak, indicating he was on the verge of death.

May your loyalty bring you good fortune.

Unstable treatment.

Shaking.

Becky's skin was like boiling water bubbles, and his body underneath was making a crackling sound. When the shaking stopped, Lyle learned about his side effects and how his abilities had replenished his blood.