Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Receiving no reply, Beatrice let out a dissatisfied burp, drank another glass, and slumped onto Ariana's shoulder like a lump of mud.

"What are you looking at, sister? Ah, are you still playing your pretend game?"

“Name,” Ariana pointed to the blank space on the tombstone, “I don’t know the Plague Doctor’s name.”

Beatrice's eyes flashed with a hint of displeasure, but she quickly concealed it, her eyes darting around as she smiled.

“I know, if you beg me, I’ll tell you the name of the plague doctor.”

How do you know?

"Ah, because the Plague Doctor came to my bar last time, and I accidentally got him drunk. Under the threat of huge expenses, the Plague Doctor decided to make up for my loss with his body. We had a very sweet night, so I know a little more than my sister."

Ariana turned her head and slowly removed the veil from in front of her.

"You're lying again, Beatrice."

Without the magic's concealment, what was revealed was not the beautiful face Lyle had imagined, but a pure white skeletal skull and a ghostly blue soul fire in its eye sockets.

"The Plague Doctor is one of us. He's a lich, just like me. How can a lich get drunk, you little liar?"

Chapter 114 The Traveler Elian

Ariana began to berate Beatrice, who then poured herself a glass of wine.

Perfect. Ariana's mind was completely preoccupied with the thought of whether the lich would get drunk, and with self-criticism.

She nags like a mother, but usually acts like an immature little girl. I really don't understand how Ariana could be a child of the Naslan family. She's clearly as stupid as a block of wood, unlike me and my sister Helena.

Beatrice downed the bright red wine in her glass, completely ignoring Ariana's words. Ah, the first glass of chilled red wine after waking up, so delicious!

Beatrice didn't notice this sentence.

"I really don't understand how Beatrice could be a child of our Naslan family. She's so mischievous, like a little imp, unlike me and Helena."

The conversation turned.

"But thank you anyway, Beatrice. Did you bring the Plague Doctor to my doorstep? Seeing the Plague Doctor in front of my house while I was out for a walk with Ghost felt like receiving a birthday present."

Beatrice looked completely bewildered.

“Foolish Ariana, I just woke up and took food from the cellar. Who cares about your plague doctor?” Vampires are nocturnal, and it was Beatrice’s morning.

"Strange, how did the plague doctor find the entrance? Was it a coincidence?"

Beatrice's lips pressed against the wine glass, leaving an alluring lip print on the glass surface. She seemed to be thinking about something, a look of deep amusement on her face.

She moved closer to her sister and hugged her slender waist from behind. "Sister Ariana, I have a secret. Do you want to know?"

Ariana looked into Beatrice's big, blinking eyes. The expression on her face was exactly the same as when Beatrice stole candy from her when they were little.

"I don't want to know."

"It's a really big secret, so big that your jawbone might fall off."

Ariana tapped Beatrice on the head and walked towards the castle. "My bones have been strengthened by soul power, so my jawbone won't fall off!"

"It's just a metaphor. What I mean is, you'll be very surprised, do you want to know? It's related to your plague doctor."

"I don't want to, because it's hard to hear the truth from Beatrice."

"It's true, I guarantee that what I'm saying is absolutely true."

"Really? Then tell me first."

"So...you tricked me?"

"Tsk." Ariana didn't wait any longer and continued walking towards the castle. "Let's hurry, afternoon tea is about to end."

“Ariana has turned into a bad person,” Beatrice followed closely.

……

The hammer of light struck the shield of light, but nothing happened except for sparks and sounds echoing in the darkness.

This scene has been going on for about an hour.

Elian estimated his time and then refreshed his Holy Light Shield, even though there wasn't a single crack on the original shield.

Karen's warhammer was stuck in the ground, and she was panting heavily to the side.

This little brat actually knows how to get tired. She banged that light hammer against her holy shield for an hour. Elian almost thought this girl was already a gifted non-human.

"Are you tired? Do you want to rest for a while?"

"No way! I won't compromise with the thief who stole my armor. Just wait, I'll tear your turtle shell off right now!"

Karen was provoked and entered a state of rage, her attack speed exceeding that of usual.

Elian covered his face under the light shield.

I forgot that this girl has a personality like a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment. Judging from this, we'll have to wait another hour.

An hour later, Karen collapsed from exhaustion.

When Karen woke up again, she found herself lying on someone's lap, with that hateful armor facing her face.

The armor thief handed her a piece of buttered bread. Karen ultimately couldn't resist her hunger and, while munching on the bread, didn't forget to maintain her dignity.

"It was much worse than what Violet took me to eat."

These words made Elian slightly angry. She grabbed Karen's little ear from her messy hair and lifted her up.

"Ouch! That hurts! Thief! Let go!" Karen was much more mischievous than other children when she was little. Her father twisted her ear many times when she was a child. Over time, this became Karen's fatal weakness, the kind of weakness that makes her unable to resist once it's taken advantage of.

Ellian's voice came into Karen's ear.

"How did your father teach you to say what you should say when you receive a gift from someone, hmm?"

"Thank you! Thank you for the food!"

Elian put Karen down, and she immediately shrank to the ground, her head drooping listlessly beneath her blonde hair. Karen felt like a defeated rooster.

This pitiful state moved Elian to pity. She reached out and beckoned Karen over, gently brushing aside the golden hair on her ear. She realized she had used quite a bit of force; the ear was bright red, as if it had been roasted. Elian summoned holy light and began to soothe Karen's pain.

The cool sensation on her ears revitalized Karen, and the dignity of the Pompeii family was once again awakened.

So Karen stubbornly insisted on her position again.

"Hmph, Lord Lyle the Pure One's healing is definitely much better than yours."

Elian smiled.

"It hurts!!!!! Sister!!! Beautiful sister!!! Karen was wrong!!! Thank you for healing me!!! Waaaaaah!"

When Ellian released his grip, Karen's armor of light and shadow vanished instantly, and Karen squatted on the ground, crying her eyes out in her nun's habit.

Oh no, I'm definitely not getting my armor back. When I get back, my father will pull my ear again, waaaaah...

Elian looked at Karen sitting on the ground; only now was this girl showing her true girlish side.

She reached out and brushed the blonde hair stuck to Karen's forehead, then wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"She truly inherited Doranco's stubbornness and recklessness perfectly; she is indeed his daughter."

Karen looked at the clothes thief with tears in her eyes.

"You know my father?"

Elian hesitated for a moment, then said, “Yes, I know her. I’m good friends with your aunt.”

Karen's eyes widened considerably. "You and Aunt are friends? Really? I haven't seen Aunt for a long time. Father said she went to work at the Holy Light Church in the far frontier."

Elian was silent for a few seconds, then stroked Karen's cheek with her hand. "Yes, your aunt went to a very, very far place."

"Are you my aunt's colleague? Is that Holy Light Church really that far away? My aunt has never come back to see me all these years, even though she used to hold me all the time when I was little. She should really like me."

“We are quite busy with work, and your aunt just happened to be unable to come, so she asked me to come back and check on you.”

"And you stole my armor. Do you know that I've been afraid to go home because I'm afraid my father will beat me?"

“...I need your armor urgently right now, and besides, didn’t I give you a nun’s habit? The one you’re wearing right now.”

"What's the use of this? Can a nun's habit compare to a silver knight's armor?"

"If you wear this nun's habit home, your father will definitely not beat you."

"why?"

"Because this is your aunt's nun's habit."

"Your aunt, the nun's habit of Elian Pompeii the Traveler."

Chapter 115 Awakening

“You really know Aunt Elian.” Karen’s eyes sparkled, as if she had already forgotten about the thief wearing her armor. “I thought you were lying to me, but I didn’t expect you to actually say Aunt Elian’s name.”

"How is Aunt Elian doing now?"

Ms. Ellian pressed Karen's face, which had quickly moved closer, down onto her.

"She is doing well. Every day, besides reciting scriptures, cleaning up the mess left by the bishop, and helping younger people in difficulty, she is living a pretty good life."

"Would His Holiness the bishop leave behind a mess?" Karen recalled the cardinal in the shawl at the Church of Dawn, the kind old man with a reassuring smile. The troubles His Holiness the bishop brought were probably the believers who almost broke down the chapel doors after each sermon.

“The bishop I follow now is very special. He is a very energetic person. He is very enthusiastic about interacting with the people around him.” Elian imagined Mr. Raymond knocking down the doors of those societies one by one and rushing in to send out the warmth of holy light, and the executive committee breaking down the doors of the chapels to complainers. It was indeed very lively.

These behaviors didn't exist before Elian joined Andrei; anyone who dared to reason with Raymond would be blessed by the Holy Light. But after Elian joined, the Andrei people realized that this seeker of light could actually be reasonable, and the accusations previously written down flooded Elian like a winter blizzard. Elian did his best to maintain the gentleness of the Holy Light, but compared to Mr. Raymond's efficiency of taking on ten at once, it seemed like a drop in the ocean. The urgent need for someone to share the burden was something Elian thought about day and night.

Karen listened to Elian's embellished story, cupping her cheeks in her hands with a smile.

“Isn’t Aunt Elian doing a wonderful job?” She made two circles with her fingers and put them over her own eyes like eyes. “After all, Aunt Elian is a person with ‘gifts’.”

Gift, a term used by those who chase the light to refer to talent.

Ellian's voice paused almost imperceptibly for a second.

"Girl, do you like your aunt's gift called 'Eye of Truth'?"

Karen’s tone was firmer than ever before.