Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 101 Clues
"They are lying! Shameful traitors! They are still occupying land that does not belong to them!"

Lyle kept backing away, and the old man in front of him became more and more excited. The saliva in his mouth was like the sprinkler of a Naranian gardener, and the raised veins on his thin neck felt like they would explode in the next moment.

These old men, who were still staring at the distant mountains and forests, looked like they had rejuvenated their lives when Lyle inquired about the Naslan curse with shy faces. Facing that old face, Lyle felt the pressure, and was afraid that these people who were half buried in the ground would get agitated and commit murder to themselves.

"That's Naslan's blessing, not a curse! Honored to the family, they should be grateful!"

Lyle's smile froze on his mouth, and he spent more than 20 years of smiling all morning. Pressing his sore cheeks, Lyle exhaled.

Unreliable Kallen.

In the end, the four of them formed two teams according to Violet's suggestion. With the virtue of adult beauty, Lyle voted for it. After all, Chinese cabbage wanted to be a pig.

On the eve of parting, Uncle Buhler and his nephew got together.

Ralph patted Lyle on the shoulder, "Although I advocate business affairs, you are in your youth, and love between children is inevitable. Since you also have this wish, then you must seize the opportunity and work hard to establish a bond with Karen For the future of the Buhler family, come on, this is the first time I see you taking the initiative, and sure enough, you have grown up."

A smile uglier than crying made Lyle's mouth twitch.

It is really a fan of the authorities, and a bystander is clear.

The protagonist of the opera is planning to put it on the stage to watch the play. Sure enough, sometimes men's eyes are really just for decoration.

Lyle put on a bright smile superior to others, "Well, uncle, we all have to work hard!"

"???"

The grouping is just that.

A group of Lyle and Karen focused their attention on those old people sitting quietly on the stone steps.

They sat silently, like a faded oil painting, time seemed to slow down around them, their thin bodies had been deprived of water by the sands of time, a weak loneliness was like their perfume, Spread their flavor to passers-by.

Kallen first introduced herself, the pure sympathy of a girl.Thinking that those old folks might just like a cute girl with such vitality, Lyall decided to let her try.

In front of Lyle, Karen was like a little lady arranging the hem of her nun's dress, putting a few strands of naughty blond hair into the hat, holding the long staff in both hands, with a gentle smile of the morning sun on her face, stepping forward. With small steps, he moved towards an old man.

The dark-skinned, white-bearded old man in the yarmulke may have once been a lord's tenant farmer.Karen's figure clearly entered his line of sight, he didn't even pay attention to the forest outside the high wall, his eyes were on the little angel who was approaching him step by step.

Well done, Kallen!Lyall looked at the way the old man looked, a good start.

What happened next exceeded Lyle's expectations.

Karen's footsteps stopped, and she seemed to see something, which also changed her course of action.

"Thief!"

A roar came from Kallen's young body, the contrast was like an air defense siren blowing from the little whistle you bought.

Kallen was wearing a nun's clothes, and her right foot stomped on the ground. You could feel the vibration, as well as the dust raised by her feet. The stick dragged on the ground.

Like a fired cannonball, she jumped towards the aisle with morning glory vines not far away, and then disappeared from sight after a few jumps.

All that was left was the slowly falling dust, and Lyle and the old man staring.

Well, now Lyle not only needs to investigate the intelligence, but also to appease any possible shocks.

After all, a little girl performed a human cannonball in front of her, jumping three feet high.

Unreliable Kallen.

Lyall wiped his face, wiping away the sweat and any other people's spittle that might have been there.

In the eyes of these old people, Violet's story is another version. In the disaster of Naslan, the ancestors of Nalannia were shameful betrayers. Shamefully divided, they portrayed a mad head of the family among the survivors, because a terrible magic led to the destruction of the family, they portrayed themselves as heroes who saved the survivors, but some people did not buy it, They believed that they were responsible for the death of their compatriots, and even regarded the misfortune of Narania's eldest son as a well-deserved punishment.

A story has both positive and negative sides, just like a mirror, the past cannot be traced back.

But Lyle questioned the content of the story, is the Naslan family really destroyed?

Lyle still remembered the figure that haunted him, and her name, Arianna Naslan.

Vampires, demonic charms, the Naslan family, and the mountains and forests that hide from the world, are like stars in the sky, leading things to bad expectations.

Lyle still remembered what Arianna looked like the night he left.

"Beatrice has never let us down, she has always been my proud sister."

Lyle's eyes narrowed slightly, please don't have anything to do with Carent's disappearance, Beatrice.

Putting bad guesses to the back of my mind, I want more information.

.........

Somewhere in Lyall's wandering into the inner city, Shui Shui tugged at the hem of his coat again.

It was a trapdoor hidden in the edge of the castle, with a guard guarding the front.

His eyes looked directly at Lyle from under the helmet.

"Stop, this is Baron Tyron's private wine cellar, no entry is allowed."

Lyle waved his hand, "Of course, I just want to find a cool place to rest, I'll leave sir right away, it's really hot here."

Lyle got up immediately and left with the guard's advice.

Leaving that sleepy pool, unnoticed by the guards, flowing into the crack of the trapdoor.

.........

Shuishui returned to a circular shape behind the door.

The aroma of wine is mixed in the hot and humid air, and the smell of wine here is obviously too strong, as if someone chiselled open the wood and poured the mellow wine into the thatch.

Shui Shui shook her body, turning the wine red on the bubbles into transparent.

Move toward the depths where the scent rushes.

There were two voices, one deliberately lowered the volume to prevent eavesdropping, and the other was a normal swallowing sound, drinking.

"Master, you should leave."

"Leave? Why? Is this my home?"

"It used to be, but you are now like this."

"This look? Becky, I've never heard you dare to say a word about me. You are really, really good."

"I'm sorry, my little master, but for the Baron's sake, please don't hurt anyone in Narannia."

"Oh, you're such a loyal dog, Becky."

"I was supposed to be your loyal dog in the not-too-distant future."

"You seem very dissatisfied with my new life."

"I don't understand why you want to shield her. She has hurt many people here. They have become like you..."

"That's enough, Becky, before I tear you apart. Your vision is like a bedbug in a quagmire, vulgar and pedantic. Even my former father is nothing more than a sparrow cherishing its feathers."

"The baron is for the family."

"Hahahaha what a joke, imprisoned me in a tower for 20 years and now wants to kick me out."

"Relax, my good Becky, I have no interest in tearing my father's gorgeous feathers, what I want is the Nathlan ancient books handed down from Narania, all, when I get it, me and my Mistress will leave this tiny place."

"I will collect them all tomorrow and give them to you. I think the baron has had enough of them."

"Very good, then I will bring relief to you tomorrow."

"Master Karent, a new sheriff has arrived in Nalanya. The master has no choice but to report the case. He came with Miss Shalan. Please hide yourself when you leave."

"Shalan, it's such a familiar name. Don't worry, I will remember the friendship I once had and not hurt them. The premise is that I haven't met them."

"Yes, tomorrow I will inform them to attend the party in the castle."

"That's nice, Becky."

(End of this chapter)