Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Not only that, Shui Shui's body turned a ghastly green.

The plague messenger is activated.

His shimmering scales dimmed, and a dark, venomous snake crawled up them.

Absolute side effects include symptoms and stiffness.

Shining found himself as if his body was fixed in place, unable to lift his wand. He could only watch helplessly as the purple magic mark, the Curse of Exhaustion, coalesced at the tip of the slime pet.

The curse on Lyle dissipated, and he hunched over, panting heavily. Under the influence of the slow curse, he had difficulty absorbing oxygen, but fortunately, his metabolism was also slowed down, preventing him from dying suddenly.

A new voice came to my mind.

Plague messenger, anomaly, spread of curses.

Before Lyle could react, Shui Shui automatically issued the command.

infection.

One pass ten, ten pass a hundred.

A triple curse of fragility, slowness, and depletion.

Lyle finally understood how Mr. Raymond felt.

The feeling of harvesting wheat in Andre.

Mr. Dragon stared in disbelief as his students fell one by one.

"what happened?"

Lyle raised his hand sheepishly.

“Mr. Dragon, I have inadvertently spread the plague. I apologize. As you can see, it was all my doing.”

The Plague Doctor, Andrei's only top student in the fifth session of the Séance Curse Department course.

Chapter 122 Opponent?

Having confirmed that the students' collapse was caused by the curse, and that the so-called plague was merely a means of releasing the curse, Mr. Dragon readily acknowledged Lyle's victory, but only the two of them would remember this.

Those students who were in standby mode will probably only remember being knocked down and receiving mediocre grades for their curse-related courses when they wake up. Help Mr. Dragon clear the students blocking the aisle and help them back to their seats.

"Teacher, shouldn't we give them treatment?"

"As for treatment, Andrei doesn't have a dedicated treatment facility. All we can do is replace the damaged parts of the body."

Could advanced magical abilities lead to organ transplants that surpass medical technology? Yes, it's very mysterious.

"The Curse of Exhaustion itself will not cause great damage to their bodies; all that is needed is for their extinguished soul fire to reignite."

The soul fire reignited, oh, consciousness returned, Andrei's wonderful rhetoric, Lyle felt he was getting used to it. In other words, the Curse of Exhaustion only created a state of suspended animation.

Shui Shui sensed something; the purple curse mark of the Withering Curse lit up at the tip of its tentacle, pointing towards itself. Looking at the mark, which resembled a delicate flower, Lyle suddenly felt uneasy. His intuition told him not to test the curse on himself.

(Depletion Curse: A life-stripping curse that instantly kills living beings, weakens their resistance, and causes dizziness to the undead.)

……

Over the next few days, Lyle returned to her normal routine.

By day, he patrolled the city as a sheriff, and when there were dead bodies, he conducted training in necromancy in the dark basement of the sheriff's office. Karen's reporting times had decreased significantly, as if the administration felt their need for the Holy Light was no longer so urgent. Ralph made no comment, and even his recent contact with Lyle had diminished considerably, only occasionally catching a glimpse of his busy figure at night. The nights in Cassandra were much quieter, and along with the improved security came the good news of fewer complaints against Ralph, which made Mr. Garrett smile more often.

At night, I would assist the scholar in completing the water testing, chat with friends over the cup of extravagance, and occasionally go to the City of Wanderings to attend the Twilight Memories party, listening to Echel recount her heroic deeds, occasionally interjecting with a few words about Lyle's comical behavior in Livis.

As always, Mr. Reed was almost the most aloof of the group.

However, it must be said that sitting next to him was a rare moment of peace and quiet. Lyle simply couldn't stand the diplomatic etiquette of different places and customs. The members of Twilight Memories were all of noble birth, and they were also quite patient etiquette instructors, especially willing to spend their free time training the less elegant new members.

“Well done,” Mr. Reed remarked, unusually, “regarding the hunting of the giant bear.”

"Thank you, Mr. Reed. You seem to have something on your mind."

The reason for this judgment is that Mr. Reid has unusually refuted Echer's self-aggrandizing remarks very little tonight, which is highly abnormal.

"It's nothing, it's no use saying it."

“If you don’t say anything, nothing will change.”

"Derya's political reforms over the past twenty years have yielded zero results; it continues its old policy of relentless militarism. But this era is no longer about fighting alone. The higher-ups have begun contact with the Holy Light forces, and those disguised foxes are not to be trifled with these days. Derya's education system is severely unbalanced; it has a plethora of excellent generals, but very few usable administrative staff. This vast nation, facing famine a few years ago, even resorted to plundering neighboring countries. After telling you all this, what can you do?"

Lyle really couldn't do anything.

"Then why doesn't Your Excellency Reed go back? Since you can think of these things, you are naturally the best solution to these problems."

"Didn't I say that people like us should honestly cut ties with the past?"

"But Mr. Echer chose to go back."

That's because he's an incurable idiot.

“Really? Sir. Princess Levis is still very young. Although she is a strong person, I can sense that she is still very dependent on Mr. Echer. And what about your granddaughter? Perhaps she needs you too…”

"No, she doesn't need that. Seedlings in a greenhouse can't grow into towering trees. Excessive dependence will only ruin her future. My leaving is absolutely the right thing to do."

Even if it means enduring the pain of losing a loved one.

“Only by enduring suffering can a person become strong,” Reed concluded the conversation.

Flowers are not the only things that draw nutrients from the soil to grow; thorns do too.

……

Lyle's day patrolling the streets.

"Lyle!"

Accompanied by the sound of hooves, like the rising sun, our good brother Mr. Kevin appeared in Lyle's sight riding a chestnut horse.

With a graceful flip, Kevin dismounted and patted the horse's neck. "My good man, thank you. Now go home and enjoy some fresh hay."

He loosened the reins and encouraged the horse with his eyes.

A strong arm held the rope.

“Young Master Kevin, please stop spoiling Mr. Nice Guy. I don’t think he’s smart enough to go back to the stable on his own. Last time it took us ages to find him; he was ruining the crops.”

"What can I do? I'll be traveling through Cassandra with my friends. Mr. Nice Guy is superfluous. I doubt I'll even remember this big oaf when I get back."

The knight stroked his chin. "Young master, please wait here for a moment. I'll take Mr. Nice Guy to an inn for safekeeping. We'll be back soon."

"Okay, go quickly."

The knight kept turning back to look at the knight, saying, "Young Master Kevin, please don't cause trouble."

Until his figure disappeared from sight.

Kevin grabbed Lyle's hand.

"Quick, Lyle, let's get rid of this idiot."

"But you just agreed..."

"Is he your brother, or am I your brother?"

"But what if you encounter danger without guards?"

Kevin slapped himself across the face, covering his face and refusing to look at Lyle.

"Sheriff Lyle, do you mean we should call the police? What are you for?"

Finally, the two hid in a small alley, surrounded only by scattered rubble on both sides and mud under their feet.

"What do you want, Kevin? And you're trying to shake off your guards."

"Big news! Remember your two Oriols? Those few days really made me feel great. I bragged about them to my father. He seemed to have been provoked by something. One day he told me that he had also found an investment target, a young man who was even more outstanding than you. He wants to have a contest of vision with me. I'm here to tell you, you must make me proud."

Lyle glanced at Kevin, who looked quite serious.

"Kevin, is saving face more important, or your father?"

“You can’t think like that. Think about it, if the Borui family’s investment targets become two, wouldn’t you get less? Wouldn’t you suddenly feel unbalanced?”

"But I didn't get anything from you either. The only thing we exchanged was two Oriu."

"Come on, come with me to a social party tonight. Be Cassandra's party prince. I'll give you connections and resources. You absolutely have to beat that opponent for me. It's a matter of dignity, so don't be negligent."

"No, no, no, I promise." Lyle couldn't resist Kevin's shamelessness.

"Since we're rivals, you should at least give me some information. Have you seen it before?"

"I saw him."

"How about it?"

Kevin glanced at Lyle and scanned his clothes.

"He's more handsome than you, has better taste than you, and is better at talking than you."

I'd rather not have this brother.

Chapter 123 A Black Omen

My nights gradually became more agonizing as that dark figure drew ever closer to me.

It was so unfamiliar, so towering. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, as if it were standing silently before my bed, watching me.

Three days ago, I asked Mr. Garrett for leave because this dark shadow had gradually begun to interfere with my life. While I was working, I always felt it was watching me from the corner. I couldn't continue working in the basement. I began to fear the dark, because the darkness made its shadow seem incredibly vast, so vast that it occupied my mind.

Sensing my dazed state, Shui Shui and Medusa have been trying their best to attract my attention these past few days. What the scholar called a normal phenomenon has already started to make me abnormal. I gaze at the water's surface, but I can't find that haggard figure. My appearance is becoming more and more like that dark shadow, as if I'm about to merge into one.

A fear gripped my mind, an ominous feeling, a premonition: tonight's bestowal ceremony would not go as I wished.

But I must begin the ritual before this illusion drives me mad.

The blood moon hung as usual, and I entered the scholar's dark room.

Silver chains coiled around the teacher like a giant python strangling its prey. He still wore that ancient, bizarre blue mask; why had I never noticed how eerie it was?

"Are you ready, Plague Doctor?" It was like asking a death row inmate on the execution ground.