Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 381 Literary Club, The Wave of Death
Lyell has a good impression of the Literature Club.Although this society that bears Andre's glory may have some shortcomings in some aspects, in Lyle's heart, they are still a group of lovely people.

After struggling in his heart for a long time, Lyle came to the bubble room of the literature club and passed through the colorful bubble film, so he thought.

I hope those guys can notice the hostility towards them from Shengguang Cooking Club and be careful.

"What is the most beautiful race in the world!"

"Elves!"

"What is the most gentle race in the world!"

"Elves!"

"Who is the best friend of the literature club!"

"Elves!"

In front of Lyle, under Nia's curious gaze, a group of liches in black robes with mysterious fanaticism on their faces, led by a tablecloth monster, recited terrible lines.

Mr. Reporter swayed his body and highly praised his companion.

"That's right! My fellow citizens! Elves! They are the cutest people in the world!"

"Come on! Our literature club has already signed a contract with the dream elves and dark elves in Wandering City. These pretty and lovely handsome men and women will hold a unique concert for us."

"sound of Music!"

"As the person in charge of Andrei, we will be responsible for contacting the elves. Comrades! Let living beings feel the enthusiasm of the dead!"

"Let art cross the door of life and death!"

The groupie-like gathering ended in an instant, and nothing seemed to happen except for the remaining excited expressions on the faces of those people.

Lyle was silent.

Now an Andre society has declared hostility and put you on the recipe. As a result, you have a second spring in this pair of elves.

It is indeed a literary society.

Lyle, who felt that he was doing nothing, welcomed the tablecloth monster floating over with a gaze full of resentment.

"Welcome to the Literature Society, Mr. Epidemiologist, are you here to play today? Or are you here to exchange secrets with me? Or, do you want to join our elves cheering party?" Mr. Reporter is obviously also in a state of excitement , which made the crown of antlers on his head bouncing like a deer, attracting Nia's full attention.

"It happened to you." Lyle used the most serious tone, and the gloomy eyes made Mr. Reporter extinguish the original excitement.

"What, what happened?" The reporter didn't doubt Lyle's words at all, but affirmed the fact of the incident.

"What you did a few days ago."

Lyle originally thought that the reporter would probably be able to realize this.

As a result, his body trembled, and the bright red Scottish skirt was exposed under the gripped tablecloth, jumping and jumping with the trembling of his master.

"W-what happened?" Mr. reporter scratched his head with both hands, trying his best to look terrified, "Is "Little Raymond the Chef" discovered? Or was the identity of Andrei's sword exposed? Or...Mr. Dean finally found out that the results of the polls were fabricated by our literary club in order to participate in the hegemony competition?"

"...It's the Shengguang Cooking Club declaring hostility and preparing to stew soup with your Literature Club."

Lyle realized that this might not be a big deal for the literary club.Behind their frantic death, there are countless murders hidden. It is impossible to say, at some point, they themselves will collapse.

The reporter was visibly relieved, and his smile resumed.

"It turned out to be that matter. So, the mushroom poisoning strategy has succeeded."

Mr. Reporter patted Lyle on the shoulder. He didn't notice at all that his antler crown had been taken off and was now swinging on Nia's head.

"Thank you, Mr. Epidemiologist, for the information, although it's not a big deal."

"...Anyway, be careful yourself."

The reporter waved his hands indifferently, as if such hostility was not worth mentioning.

"Mr. Epidemic Doctor, are you interested in participating in the Music Life jointly organized by our Literature Society and the Elf Race? You can bring your family members along. Ms. Arianna must be very interested too, if she doesn't open her mouth to sing."

The stew threat was just ignored.

Lyle simply took the reporter's topic.

"I read the brochure. The Life of Music seems to be a concert held by the elves, but what does this have to do with the Literature Club?" Apart from killing people everywhere, do you guys have any specialties related to music?
"Hehehe, Mr. Epidemic Doctor, you have overlooked a capability of our literature club."

What ability?Do you still play musical instruments?Or is it composing and writing lyrics?

"We have money, money-making ability."

"???"

The reporter shrugged, "The Literary Club is Andrei's richest club. Through various channels, our members have accumulated what can be called huge wealth in the eyes of the Lich. However, other people think that those gold coins are Some decorations."

"As Andrea's most active club, we naturally have the strongest club funds."

"Especially when our boss, Mister Dark, is completely uninterested in money."

"We funded those elves and prepared a concert for us at a price they couldn't resist." Mr. Reporter spread his hands and made a capital invincible gesture.

"Because it's interesting, our literature club did it."

"Elves, are you short of money?"

"They're not short of money, but they're missing some bling. We're more than happy to pay for that, if it brings us new entertainment."

"After all, listening to those vengeful spirits singing all day long, I feel like my soul is going to be torn apart."

It turns out that Lyle heard Arianna mention that his performances seem to have decreased, presumably these liches with skins have found new fun.Arianna didn't complain about the reduction in her work. She had more free time to taste food and "live".

Singing was her pleasure, and she could sing whenever she felt like it, although Lyall had to hide herself every time to avoid sudden death.

By the way, the best soundproof place in Naslan Castle is Beatrice's wine cellar. The human son-in-law and the vampire sister-in-law had an embarrassing time together in the same room.

"Cultural exchanges between various ethnic groups are something that Wandering City is willing to promote, and this kind of cultural exchange will also be very interesting."

"But the elves, why don't you choose to cooperate with those soul singers? As musicians, there should be more topics."

"Because the theme this time is [Music Life], not [Music Death], please believe in Andre's musicians, they are very good."

"It is said that there was an elf representative who chose to contact those singers before. Then, she became a ghost representative, a sad story."

The reporter sighed, but there was no trace of sadness in his words.

"By the way, I heard that the Necromancer Figure Club and the Demons also have joint activities."

"Yes, it's a Hellfire exhibition match."

"Cool! It must be a grand event, Mr. Epidemic Doctor, as the host, please show enthusiasm."

"...I will." Do you believe it?I have absolutely no idea what game this is.

"Don't worry, Mr. Epidemic Doctor, our literary club will also vigorously promote this exhibition competition for you!"

"The Hellfire Showcase hosted by the Son of Light! What do you think of the title?"

Before Lyle could respond, Mr. Reporter arranged for a new brochure to be sent out.

Complete means of publicity, sophisticated posters even have the appearance of driving the wheel of the spine.

It felt like he had already arranged it.

(End of this chapter)