Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"Ah!" Karen covered her forehead, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Lord Lyle! Why did you hit me!"

Lyle remained calm and composed. "I'm casting a purification spell on you."

Anyway, I'm the only one who is pure, so I'll do whatever I say.

“But Lord Lyle only hit me once, and I couldn’t sense that you used the power of holy light.”

"Do you feel your forehead gradually getting warm? That's the power of holy light. It's just that your ability is still too weak, so you can't feel it. After all, the holy light of the Pure Ones is much gentler."

Karen felt the temperature and a look of sudden realization crossed her face. "It really has gotten hotter, Lord Lyle."

Of course it hurts! Your forehead is all red, it must be burning hot.

"Lord Lyle, cast purification spells on them as well."

Lyle's gaze met Violet's. Violet had witnessed everything that Lyle had done to Kallen.

Kallen is an idiot and can be easily fooled, but can Violet be fooled?

Just as Lyle was struggling with what to say, Violet opened her lips.

"Lyle, is your method really effective?"

“It works, Violet.”

I am the one who released the plague, so of course I can prevent it from infecting you. Not to mention slapping you, even a breath of mine will be effective.

“Come on, little Bühler.” Violet simply closed her eyes. Perhaps it was Lyle’s amazing holy light power that made Violet decide to believe this joke that Lyle had made up.

With Kallen still lurking nearby, Lyle had no choice but to slap Violet on the forehead.

"Lord Lyle, wasn't the pressure you applied to Violet a little too light? Can you guarantee the effect?"

"Of course you can. Violet's infectivity is a little weaker than yours. You've been through a battle, your body is active, and your metabolism is more vigorous, making you more susceptible to the plague."

“I see,” Karen said, resting her chin on her hand and nodding as if she understood. “Lord Lyle, and Commander Ralph also need purification.”

Yes, and there's also the cheap uncle.

Seeing Ralf unconscious and recalling the force with which Ralf had once beaten him, Lyle's evil intentions surged, and his hands began to tremble.

He muttered to himself, as if hypnotizing himself, "I'm not handling personal matters with official business. I'm just treating him. There's nothing wrong with that. Ralph is the source of the infection. He's the most dangerous, so I need to intensify my efforts. Yes, this is for Uncle's good."

Lyle's face was tense, to prevent his unrestrained smile from being exposed, and he raised his hand high.

Snapped!

There are no living creatures in this forest, otherwise the sound just now would have definitely startled a flock of birds.

Lyle felt a wave of fear wash over him, and after confirming that Ralf was still not awake, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Karen continued casting holy light spells over and over again, and her attitude toward the plague aroused Lyle's curiosity.

"Karen, why are you so concerned about the plague?"

Karen turned to Lyle, “Because the plague is a disaster that deserves our attention.”

"At the ends of the earth, a lamb will break the seven seals of the scroll and summon four knights riding warhorses of different colors. They will bring war, famine, plague and death, which is the end of mankind's fate."

"In books, plague is depicted as a catastrophe that destroys the world."

"In fact, several years ago, a plague had already broken out in some places, although it was stopped by the Holy Light."

"Now that it's been stopped, Karen, why are you still so serious?"

"Because the Holy Light only stopped the spread of the plague; for the infected who have already suffered greatly, the Holy Light can only provide relief."

“Locarrot City was the site of the last plague outbreak. We stopped the plague, but at the cost of half of Locarrot’s population, 50,000 people died, and all the local Holy Light Apostles were wiped out.”

"Lord Lyle, it is truly our good fortune that the Pure Ones can stop the power of the plague."

Lyle became as silent as Karen. He observed his palm, his power—the power of disaster—and knew he had to be constantly careful.

It cannot be exposed, nor can it get out of control.

For myself, and for everyone else.

Chapter 109 Lineup Adjustment

After resting, Lyle and the others decided to split up.

Powerless against vampires, Violet takes the unconscious Ralf back to Narania for treatment, while Kallen, who has the ability to pursue, and Lyle, who has the "power of holy light," continue to track down the fleeing Polvin in order to eliminate the threat forever.

Deep in the Naslan forest stretched an endless expanse of green. Every branch and every tender leaf looked the same to Lyle. He couldn't help but miss Echel, who followed behind him in his cloak. In the dense forest, you always remember that you are the master of the forest.

"Well done, Lord Lyle." Just as Lyle was lost in thought, Karen's delighted voice reached his ears.

"What did I do?" Lyle turned his head in confusion.

They saw the shimmering dust splashed on the grass, like phosphorescence moving on the surface of a lake, extending from before their eyes into the deep forest.

"Lord Lyle, you are truly amazing! With your power, we will definitely be able to destroy that female monster."

These beacons of holy light seemed to be the work of Lady Elian. Lyle breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed he could still perform a descent of holy light. With Elian's help, their pursuit was much safer.

The recurring image of trees blocking out the sunlight, their shadows—it's easy for someone traversing such a dense forest to lose track of time. After walking for an unknown amount of time, the only proof of the long trek was probably Lyle's aching legs and the blisters on the soles of his feet. The pain had subsided; the cool, moist film on his feet made Lyle feel as if his legs were treading the waves of a deep sea.

Looking at Karen walking to the side, her light and shadow armor had not dissipated. Although the exact weight was uncertain, the sinking mud she had traversed indicated that her progress must have been more strenuous, but she persevered without making a sound.

"I'm definitely not cut out for melee combat," Lyle thought to himself.

The building in front of me resembles a shipwreck stranded on land, or an ancient artifact that has been partially excavated. The massive arched structure is embedded in the ground, completely covered by lush vegetation, and has become one with the surrounding mountains and forests. From the back, it might be mistaken for a raised hill.

A mausoleum.

Among the vines hanging down directly in front of him, Lyle saw the emblem: three slender arms crossed and holding an apple—Naslan's emblem.

"This is Naslan's mausoleum."

The two exchanged a glance and pushed open the ornate iron gate.

Naslan's tomb is much more beautiful than Andri's; it looks as if it were prepared for the living.

Who would have thought that behind that heavy door was a place resembling a living room?

It is pure silver.

This made Lyle doubt the rumors that the last Duke of Nathlan was a master alchemist.

While other nobles were still using marble, he built himself a small room made of pure silver.

The wall has grooves that hold exquisite candlesticks, and the yellow candles are still well preserved; you can smell their fragrance even from a close distance.

A small side door led to the inner room. Without lingering in the silvery world, the two walked inside.

Without any light, it was much darker inside, and you could barely see a protrusion in the darkness.

It looks like a lever?

"Lord Lyle, please be careful, there is something strange about this tomb."

Holy light gathered in Karen's hands, illuminating the darkness, the corridor they had come from, the metal floor in front of them that was clearly different from the rest of the place, and the lever on the metal floor.

Karen extended the holy light another step forward, but the darkness before her remained unchanged; the light could not illuminate anything, just as there was nothing there.

"Perhaps it's magic, Lord Lyle, to avoid magic that probes tombs."

"It seems that pulling that lever is the only way, since Polivam is escaping inside, which means that there is a way forward for us."

“Alright, but, Lord Lyle, please let me pull it.”

Karen thickened the illusory armor on her arm with several layers and pulled the long pole.

The sounds of chains sliding around and gears turning filled the air. As the mechanism was activated, hidden lighting devices were revealed in the sealed stone walls, along with pieces of ore emitting a yellow glow.

The mystery that Karen's holy light could not reach was solved.

The reason you can't find anything is because there is nothing in front of you.

The two were positioned like a small gap in a vertical cliff.

Lyle looked at the scene at his feet.

"My Holy Light," said Duke Naslan, who built an underground city in his tomb.

The special iron plate was actually an elevator. The two people stood on the iron plate, watching the city grow larger and larger in front of them.

Above the city are many enormous silver mirrors, their smooth surfaces reflecting the light from the glowing stones, enveloping the entire city in a golden glow. This underground city is made of gold.

The commercial district, residential area, and lord's castle are all built in the same style as Narnia. Even the plants and flowers are replicas made of gold and gemstones.

This place encompasses everything about Naslan, except for people.

"Lord Lyle! We still need to pursue the vampires!"

When Karen called him, Lyle's eyes were fixed on an agate bee perched on a golden rose, its wings made of silk covering a golden frame.

"Okay, Karen." After being baptized by Mr. Dragon's treasure, Lyle's composure has improved significantly.

The two walked towards the inner city, which, like Nalania, was located on one side of the city. The difference was that Nalania was close to the Naslan Mountains, while this golden city was close to a huge metal disc, like the door of a bank vault, dozens of times larger.

Lyle recalled his encounter with Karen while patrolling the inner city of Nalania, which unknowingly brought back painful memories.

Strangely enough, history seems to be repeating itself.

"Thief! Thief who stole my armor!"

Lyle was stunned for a moment, and wondered if Karen had made a mistake. How could there be such a persistent thief who stole your Silver Knight Armor and came out to tease you time and time again?

Lyle looked in the direction Karen had rushed off to, his pupils dilating in an instant.

The thief did not run away; she stood in front of the jewel-encrusted fountain, facing the two of them. Her silver knight's armor appeared dull against the backdrop of the surrounding gems, but the lady's elegant demeanor was enough to make her the protagonist of this treasure.

Lyle's lips parted slightly, and the gasp of surprise was so faint as to be almost negligible.

"Ms....Ariel?"

Lady Elian is the one who stole Karen's armor. The silver knight armor that she always wore was the Karen family heirloom.

Facing Kallen's charge, Elian remained calm and composed, even as Kallen began to charge her warhammer.

almost.