Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

He had liposuction.

His once plump figure is now just skin and bones, and his dry skin looks like a blanket covering his body.

His own plague virus transformed his fat into blood.

Looking at his healthier-looking body, Lyle had a question in his mind.

Is weight loss considered a side effect?

Chapter 104 Counterfeit Goods

After confirming Becky's condition several times, Lyle was happy for the two lives that had been revived.

Next came the tracking of the vampire, Calent.

The reason he didn't share his intelligence with Uncle Ralf was because he had other considerations.

If Beatrice really did it, how am I supposed to face her? Lyle didn't want to imagine Ariana's dejected state after being deceived.

If Ralph and Beatrice meet and clash, what should I do?

Of course, it's more likely that Beatrice will tear us to pieces, after all, she's a vampire immune to sunlight.

Regardless, Lyle has to confirm and determine the identity of Mistress Karent. If it's not Beatrice, I'm sorry, you're dead.

"Shui Shui, can you feel it?"

The pervasive stench of blood made Karent, the perpetrator of these sins, stand out like a flickering candle in the darkness, as Shui Shui perceived him.

Shui Shui stretched out its tentacles and pointed in one direction.

……

His tattered robe was stained and dragged on the ground like a rag. It was hard to imagine that the once noble son of a baron was dressed like this.

His head was wrapped in a long robe, and the skin slightly exposed in the shadows was as pale as paper, but with a hint of blood, clearly indicating that the recent feast had satisfied him considerably. As Shui Shui felt it, two sharp canine teeth pressed tightly against his blood-red lower lip, their sharp edges even cutting through his lips, the bloody smell in the air emanating from them.

He held a stack of antique books in his hands, his sharp black fingernails pressed tightly against the old pages.

He moved slowly, more like a leisurely king surveying his territory, even though he had recently committed two murders.

He walked in the shadows, pacing in the narrow alley. Lyle observed him through Shui Shui's vision. To be on the safe side, Shui Shui's body transformed into a transparent water film that enveloped Lyle's entire body, shielding him from his scent and the sounds of his movements.

Vampires really hate sunlight. Even though there was only a short distance of sunlight in front of him, and even though his body was almost completely covered by his clothes, Karent still adjusted his path just to avoid the sunlight that was less than a meter away.

Lyle frowned. He didn't seem to be in a hurry. Normally, once he got what his master wanted, he should try his best to deliver it to his master as quickly as possible, instead of taking a detour here for his own convenience.

This behavior made him seem to have ulterior motives, as if he was waiting for something.

Lyle became more alert, his steps became more cautious, and his movements became more subtle.

Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened. Lyle accompanied Karent on a tour of most of the inner city before finally entering the cursed forest of Nalania's legends.

The former site of the Naslan family.

The vegetation here is lush and beautiful, no less so than the artificially cultivated plants in Narnia.

But it was too quiet, without a single bird chirp or insect sound, as if only plants could survive in this forest.

Herbaceous plants grew rampantly, and the sound of boots crushing the grass sprouts was particularly jarring in the silence.

Only the sound of Karent's boots could be heard.

Water is very convenient for stalking. Whenever Lyle takes a step, Water will first extend its tentacles to soak the plants under its feet. The plants are contained in this water sac, and the crushing sound from the shoes is also confined to the water sac.

Lyle followed Carrent step by step into the depths of the forest.

Lyle spotted his target right where the dense foliage overhead almost completely blocked out the sunlight.

Three figures, two crawling on the ground in tattered robes like wild beasts, tearing at the bloody carcass of a large elk. They cried out and even fought each other over the blood in their hands. Only their twisted bodies and ferocious faces proved that they were once human.

Their eyes were bloodshot and swollen, just like Karent's, as red as blood.

In the middle is a slender figure veiled by a black veil. She sits upright on a protruding tree root, her legs crossed, her long legs resembling overlapping willow branches.

She watched the two servants fighting with great interest, as if she were watching dogfighting, occasionally clapping her hands and cheering for the bloody scenes.

Encouraged by the mistress, the two monsters tore at each other even more fiercely.

Karent slowly approached, and as he drew nearer, his body gradually hunched over.

At first he walked, then he bent over and moved forward. Finally, carrying those books on his back, he crawled to the feet of that sexy figure, lowered his head, and let his once proud head become a pillow for her calves.

Karent, who had once been arrogant and haughty in the face of Becky, now became gentle and humble. He knelt before the woman, his mouth uttering excited trembling sounds.

“My beautiful mistress, your servant has completed your task.”

The black figure moved her calf off Karent's head and nudged his chin with her toes.

At her command, Karent looked up at the face hidden in the hood, and even with just that one glance, the man burst into tears of joy.

“My mistress, as you commanded, I have brought all the ancient Naslan books of Nalania. I have also killed my father’s most capable steward. I am willing to give Nalania to you as a toy, just to gain your favor.”

The shadowy figure laughed, like the sound of a piano being played, but with a chilling and malevolent quality.

“My little dog, you are two hours late. You should have tasted my whip and watched me see your skin torn and bleeding, but I am a kind master.”

The shadowy figure stood up, her toes pressing down on Karent's cheek, burying his head in the ground. He did not resist.

The figure in the shadows removed her hood, tossing her hair and releasing a rose scent that even Lyle, hiding behind a tree, could smell.

What surprised Lyle even more was that familiar face.

Beatrice.

Her lips curled up, and Lyle wore a smile familiar to her, just like the one he had seen at the Blood Rose Bar, but the malice and cruelty in that smile seemed unfamiliar.

"It seems you have indeed accomplished my task, little dog."

She lit a tinderbox and threw it onto the ancient books that Kalent had painstakingly brought, and the long-dusted books were quickly engulfed in flames.

Lyle was puzzled. Had he gone through all that trouble to bring it out, only to destroy it?

The woman quickly answered Lyle's question.

Those ruby-like eyes stared directly at Lyle. Even with many trees between them, Lyle knew those eyes were looking at him, like being stared at by a venomous snake.

"Don't you miss me? Darling, let me see you, little tail."

It was discovered!

Other figures lurking around Lyle appeared, their tattered clothes stained with blood, their bloodthirsty eyes like those of wild beasts, fixed on Lyle.

There is no way to escape.

"My little puppies, bring the guest before me, let me have a good look at my little darling."

Lyle walked up to the woman under her intense gaze.

The two finally looked directly into each other's eyes.

Her eyes were slightly narrowed.

“You don’t seem surprised.”

Lyle breathed a sigh of relief. "Of course, you imposter."

You can see that the fake Beatrice's smile is starting to distort.

"How was it discovered?"

Lyle wore a relieved smile.

"Although your voice, appearance and even body shape are exactly the same as Beatrice's."

"However, you cannot fake the Naslan family's bewitching charm."

Simply put...

"You're so ugly! You witch!"

Chapter 105 The Reason

One way to anger a woman is to tell her she's not pretty.

The best way to really enrage a woman is to tell her that she is not as pretty as other women.

This claim still needs to be verified, but Lyle can now prove it to be true at this moment.

The imposter's forehead veins bulged, like a black earthworm hidden under her skin, clearly indicating that she was in a state of extreme rage. Her once beautiful face had become ferocious due to the violent distortion of her features. This was not only because of her rage; her facial features began to deform and distort. Along with the anger, the disguise that was exactly the same as Beatrice's also disappeared.

Clearly, her pride no longer allowed her to wear the mask of another woman.

Her eyes were long and narrow, like a fox's, with the corners of her eyes slanted upwards. An arrogant air about her was like makeup on her face. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest. At this moment, she was more like a mean-spirited woman who thought herself superior. Yes, like the stepmother queen in Snow White, her meanness and belittling were as common as the tears in her eyes.

"Standing before you is the noble vampire, Sir Polvin."

I'm not interested in your identity, especially after confirming that your appearance isn't top-tier anymore. I don't think your filthy heart adds any extra value to you.

Of course, Lyle wouldn't be foolish enough to blurt out his true feelings and provoke this somewhat calm woman into a desperate act.

Lyle remained silent.

But clearly, the vampire wasn't as calm as she appeared.

Her scarlet pupils almost filled her entire eyeballs, the blood red inside resembling blood in a sink, as if it were about to overflow at any moment, along with filthy malice.

“If it weren’t for your usefulness, human, I would have killed you immediately with the cruelest methods. Of course, even now, you are doomed to die after you have fulfilled my expectations,” Poliva said, pacing around Lyle with her hands behind her back, her eyes like razor blades as she scanned Lyle’s body. “I would cut off your limbs and feed them to the dogs, gouge out your eyes, cut off your ears, and raise my bloodsucking worms inside your body. You would hang in my living room like a bloated water sac, or perhaps more like a potted plant, maybe with some blood-red flower seeds added, their branches would sprout from the holes in your body. You won’t die. I’ll consider not sewing your mouth shut. You will scream for me all night long.”

The woman gleefully fantasized about her punishment; the way she animatedly imagined those horrific tortures was nauseating. Lyle wasn't frightened; on the contrary, he concluded that he was still relatively safe and useful to her.

As for their own safety, Shui Shui covered her body under her clothes, and Medusa was also waiting for an opportunity to strike. They would help withstand the impact for a moment, and as for what would happen afterward... Lyle's right hand was clenched into a fist, his bent thumb pressed tightly against Andrei's emblem.

Being able to return to the cup of extravagance at any time, acting alone is actually the safest option for me.

Lyle felt he could withstand the damage at most for the moment before the teleportation started. If, by some chance, the teleportation brought others along, even the Poliva vampire in front of him, his friends from the Cup of Extravagance would obviously be happy to have a chat with her.

Thinking this way, Lyle felt much more at ease. Now he craved more; he wanted to understand the purpose of this vampire's actions in Narania. At this moment, it seemed quite easy to achieve. It was clear that Polivam was a person who was easily carried away by pride, or in other words, a talkative villain.

What do you want to do?