Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 103 Unstable Treatment
A day in Narannia begins with the chirping of insects, and the cicadas are going through their last cycle, and the Naranians treat their noisy neighbor with mercy.

They walked out of the hut and started a new day when the morning dew was about to clear.

The tavern in the early morning was far less lively than last night, with only a few scattered customers patronizing the business.

In the room where Lyle is resting, there is a protruding green vine in the window, like a baby's unruly hands, green leaves stretched in the sun, if it is the first time you open your eyes and see this lovely plant, it is naturally happy.

However, as long as he is going out, Ralph is definitely his alarm clock.

The door was pushed open, without knocking or asking, just like a sudden north wind, blowing into Lyle's room.

There was no words, but Lyle knew that those sharp eyes must be staring at the lazy self so closely that he had a psychological reaction of embarrassment, and he lost all sleepiness in an instant.

When I got up, I saw Ralph who was fully dressed. He was the last one to go to bed, but he was the first one to wake up. His dark circles were like smoky makeup, proudly announcing his achievements.

"Go downstairs for dinner and sort out our information last night."

Accompanied by the cheese bread that stinks of milk, Lyle listened to what Ralph said on the other side.

"Violet and I visited the families of the victims who disappeared in recent days last night. After Violet's coordination, we got some information."

"The time when those people disappeared was from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] in the evening, and the location was also in the nearby streets and alleys. I went to investigate the scene, and there were no traces of struggle, and the nearby residents did not hear any abnormal sounds. disappear."

"We judged that the same person committed the crime, and it may be a woman, because now there is a faint fragrance left. It is Violet who made such a judgment."

"It's the scent of March roses, a fragrance that has recently become popular among the rich. Because of the difficulty in making it, it is a very expensive luxury. It can't be wrong, because I have smelled that strong scent more than once or twice. , that kind of strong, in a sense, is equivalent to the stench."

"A woman with access to a high fragrance, and the missing person left voluntarily."

"It's charm." Karen explained while grabbing the next pancake, "Vampires have an outstanding appearance, and their dark power can also be used to confuse humans."

"That scent may have another purpose, which is to cover up the smell of blood."

Ralph pulled the brim of his hat, hid his eyes in the darkness, his voice was insensible, like the final judgment.

"It's not worth it."

"Now let's plan, the location of the ambush and the participants..."

A well-dressed waiter came over.He came to Violet's side, bowed and said.

"Miss Violet, the Baron invites you and your colleagues to attend today's party. For the upcoming Corolla Festival, please join me on time, which will be held in 10 minutes."

Here comes the party invitation.

Ralph frowned. After the waiter left, he looked at Violet, "Party, at this time?"

Violet shrugged, "Our Lord Baron loves gatherings, and we will hold them three to five times a week, and we are used to them."

"There's nothing unreasonable about that in my opinion."

"We have plans for the evening."

"But there is only planning during the day, isn't it? Vampires travel at night, and the planning can also be done at parties. Baron Tyron is very concerned about his face. We had better not refuse his invitation."

Ralph thought for a moment.

Said what Lyle expected.

"Forget it. I'm on business now, so it's not suitable for gatherings. Besides, I don't have suitable clothes."

"I have, um... I mean, my father has a couple of dresses that don't fit, and I don't think he'd mind renting them out to you."

Lyle complained in his heart.

If it was really Violet's father's dress, he would definitely want to tear Uncle Cheap alive, because his daughter not only became a sheriff, but also planned to cheat her father.

Violet's eyes were fixed on Ralph, and she pressed her hands against the edge of the table. She may not have noticed the unsightly and rather weighty visual impact of the squeezed part.

"……I understand."

.........

A group of four walked to the Bennett house.

Just at this moment, Shuishui stretched out his tentacles and touched Lyle's side.

That trapdoor is now open.

Lyle immediately grabbed Ralph while trying his best to make the most painful expression.

"Uncle, I'm not feeling well. I need...to go to the toilet."

"Can you bear it? Little Buhler, we will be here soon."

Lyle made a forced smile, "I'm sorry, Violet, I can't stand it, I have to deal with it now."

"It's okay, little Buhler, after you solve it, go straight along this street, there is a door with a blue kite pattern in Bennett's house, you tell the housekeeper my name, and he will let you in. "

"Okay, I understand." Lyle showed a reassuring smile and walked away alone.

Violet tugged on Ralph's sleeve, and he was still watching the direction Lyle left.

"What are you still looking at, little Buhler is just going to make it easier, do you need to stop and watch? You dote on him too much."

With a calm expression on his face, Ralph squeezed out a few words from his closed lips.

"He squinted and smiled."

"?"

.........

Lyle ran wildly in the dark alley, Shuishui fully showed his posture, the outstretched tentacles hooked the wall, and occasionally gave Lyle a push, or in the bending area, assisting the sprinting body to perform no deceleration corner.

When he encountered a thick wall blocking the way, he jumped on the sole of his foot, and Shuishui would take him away like an octopus and a spider.

Leweser's experience had a certain impact on Lyle, and his speed surpassed that of the past.

Preventing the target from being lost is one aspect, and another aspect, Lyle really remembered what Carente said.

"Tomorrow, I will give you relief."

Maybe Becky and his young master have ignored those, but through the sensitive water, Lyle can clearly feel the malice in it.

They are in danger.

Just at a very close distance from the wine cellar, Lyle smelled the smell of blood.

The guard was lying in a pool of blood, his face still full of horror.

Damn beast.

Lyle hurried forward to check, his helmet was thrown aside, and two bright red notches on his neck were like small fountains.

Bleeding too much, just to stop the bleeding is ineffective.

Fortunately, now Lyle is not only about medicine.

He pressed his fingers against the wound, magic entangled between his fingers.

I hope you don't die.

Unstable treatment.

What a spectacle that was.

Some kind of parasite seemed to be bred in the dark red blood plasma, and the small red tentacles were swinging in the pool of blood. They were like spreading fungi, crawling into the wound along the direction of the blood flow, and squeezed themselves in violently. , Soon, only red traces remained on the ground.

The residual plasma in the two wounds quickly turned black, congealed into blood scabs, and sealed the wounds.

After the treatment was over, the comatose body actually began to cough, but no matter how severe the cough was, the guard would not wake up.

Lyle breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the side effect is only coughing, although this person seems to be coughing up his internal organs so seriously, it shouldn't matter.

Lyall ignored the guards shaking like centipedes on the ground and walked towards the wine cellar.

Callent has already left, and there is that unlucky Becky here. His wound is relatively elegant. It seems that the guard was alarmed when Callent hurt him, which caused the guard's wound to be extremely terrifying.

Becky has passed out, his face is pale, he has obviously lost too much blood, his pulse is weak, and he is on his deathbed.

May your loyalty bring you good luck.

Unstable treatment.

shake.

Becky's skin was like blisters in boiling water, and the body under the skin was crackling. When the shaking ended, Lyle knew his side effects and how his ability replenished his blood.

He was liposuctioned.

The original fat body is now only skinny, and the dry skin is like a blanket covering the body.

His own plague virus turned his fat into blood.

Looking at his healthier body, Lyle had doubts in his heart.

Is weight loss a side effect?

　There is a power outage, and the free air conditioner is blowing in the mall, code words on the mobile phone, please recommend, thank you.

　　


(End of this chapter)