Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 388 We never disappoint
Although the elves did something very dishonest, Lyall did not expose them.

Peace is a precious thing.

More importantly, this is Andrei's first attempt to contact foreigners.Let the liches feel the favor of other ethnic groups, even if it is false, they think it is.To prop up a beautiful world with lies is what Lyall intends.The birth of music is a symbol of harmony and friendship between the Literature Club and the elves, and Lyle couldn't bear to destroy it.Presumably those members of the literary club thought the same way, after all, they observed so seriously...Really?

The emerald green light of the emerald tree filled the entire dark space, it was a bright but not dazzling light.It is precisely because of this bright light that Lyle has not noticed the small movements of the surrounding liches until now.

Not far away, a white triangular cone stands not far away. Arms pop out from both sides of the triangular cone. One hand holds a quill, and the other hand holds a roll of sheepskin. At the top of the triangular cone, a shining gem is sparkling.

The preliminary judgment is Mr. Reporter.

I saw the reporter looking up and down from time to time, writing and drawing on the parchment.

what is he doingTaking notes at a concert?
Curious Lyle sent Nia.Nia stretched her body and moved upwards, just three meters above the ground. As expected, she found a horizontal fence. This place is really a cage.Nia moved on the top fence, and then dropped an eye tentacle over Mr. Reporter's glowing gem.

With the excellent eyesight of the evil creature, Lyall saw what the reporter was scribbling.

It is a large image composed of a certain regular geometric structure, and at certain positions, Mr. Reporter will record some data.

Lyle had an intuition that these data must be of some use.

Is it some kind of password?The notes left by the elves, or some kind of knowledge perception.

The long-term Andrea culture influence, Lyle has full of curiosity.In order to find out the truth, Lyle decided to ask himself.

A few more black and red tentacles hung down, a crack appeared at the front end, and evolved into a lip, in which teeth and tongue were formed, and then, Lyle's voice came out of that mouth.

"Mr. Reporter, Mr. Reporter..."

The white triangular cone moved left and right when he heard the call. When he found the twisted tentacles hanging above his head, he was only surprised for a short time, and then made a brisk and obscene voice that belonged to Mr. Reporter.

"Mr. Plague Doctor?"

"It's me, Mr. Reporter, what are you doing, important research?"

Mr. Reporter smiled, "As expected of Mr. Epidemiologist, a member of the Salvation Society, you discovered all of this."

"I'm really observing something very important." The reporter pretended to be mysterious. "Plague doctor, do you know? Those elves who play musical instruments and sing are the best of some elves. Years of refinement, that's why I choose them."

"They hold precious secrets."

It turns out that Mr. Reporter is a secret agent, a voyeur and guardian of secrets.And at this moment, he is spying on the secrets of those outstanding elves.Although those female elves have beautiful appearances, Mr. Reporter has peeped into their secrets.

Although the Literary Club is usually unreliable, don't forget that they are members of Andrei, and if necessary, they will definitely be able to show their superb qualities.

"I understand, Mr. Reporter. However, I still can't understand the graphics you recorded. Can you tell me what they are? If it's something private, then you don't need to reply."

The reporter chuckled, "No, it's nothing, Mr. Epidemiologist, these are some calculation models, they are delusion. Give me the calculation method. If you want to learn, I can teach you."

"Is it a very complicated secret? It actually needs calculation assistance..."

"Yes, after all, isn't my visual inspection so accurate?"

Lyle looked at the three numbers from top to bottom next to each model, and his heart skipped a beat.

"I used geometry to calculate the size, and also established a coordinate system for the sitting postures of those elves and conducted a force analysis..."

"After all, my visual skills are limited, hahaha, but things like measurements are useless."

Measurements?Looking at those graphics, Lyle finally found similarities with the physics and mathematics knowledge in his memory.Doesn't the thing pieced together by the geometric figures exactly correspond to the figures of those elves?Eight sprites, eight calculation models, 24 sets of numbers.

I rely on!Reporter, this guy is actually doing this!
He was visually measuring the measurements of the beautiful female elf.In order to prevent mistakes, mathematical models and mechanical models are actually established for calculation verification!
I fucking believe that the literary society does the right thing! GTMD Literature Society!
Lyle felt that he had been deeply deceived, he gritted his teeth, and spoke viciously beside the reporter.

"This...is what you call...precious...secret?"

The reporter nodded as a matter of course, and even expressed dissent at the disdain in Lyle's words.

"Don't you understand! They are the best of the elves, the owners of beauty and talent, what is this! They are idols! They are the dream lovers of the public! Do you know how much their measurements are worth! You I don't know! Because you're just a smelly lich who likes to stay in the laboratory!"

Lyle blew up right then! "NMD, you're justified in secretly measuring the measurements of the female elf at the concert and violating other people's privacy!!!" Lyle said loudly on purpose, wanting to show his colleagues the Lich how shameless Mr. Reporter is.

As expected, there was an uproar among the lich's crowd.

However, most of the liches here belong to the literature club, so the reason for their uproar is a bit different.

A lich stood up, holding the orchid finger in his hand, as if playing a piano.

"What?! This concert is used to collect the measurements of the female elves?! Isn't it a role-playing course to observe the behavior of normal creatures?! I have learned all the orchid fingers and legs!"

Another lich stood up, a piece of parchment in his hand.

"What?! Isn't this concert a protest against Andre's concert tickets being too expensive?! I've already written a cost-effective data report!"

Another lich stood up, holding a manuscript in his hand.

"What?! Isn't this concert a collection of topics for the Andre News?! My press release 'Secrets I Can't Tell the Elf' is almost ready!"

Another lich stood up, twine in his hand.

"What?! Isn't this concert a prey exhibition to collect experimental materials?! I've already prepared a kidnapping plan and determined the target!"

Another lich stood up, holding a dark black box in his hand.

"What?! Isn't this concert an information collection activity to observe the flesh and blood structure of the elves?! I even brought a perspective device! And isn't Mr. Plague Doctor here?! I thought our flesh and blood camouflage would be released soon It's the elf style!"

Another lich stood up, and he took nothing.

"What! Am I the only one who wants to start a life-and-death relationship with Miss Elf!"

Confusion ensues at Andrea, and the Literary Society only now realizes they've got the subject completely wrong.

"Who is the organizer? Let him explain the purpose clearly."

"It's a gentleman! The host is a gentleman!"

As a result, the eyes of all the liches turned to Mr. Gentleman.

The gentleman sat upright, sweating profusely in front of everyone's eyes.Because Vera Liz had left his embrace and stood on his shoulders, the eyes of the cat were cold, the furry tail was wrapped around the gentleman's neck, and the meat ball was lightly attached to his face.

Willa Liz asked with a smile.

"Hurry up and answer them, Avenret, what do you want to do with this concert and find so many beautiful elf girls?"

There was a cry in Mr. Gentleman's voice, and sweat trickled down the corners of his eyes.

"I really want to listen to music."

Lyle was desperate.

He originally thought that the unkind party was the elves.

As a result, few people in this literary club listened carefully to the elf's performance.

The only male audiences who are really obsessed with music are Lyle and Mr. Gentleman who is suspected to be honest.

Lyle stroked his forehead.

"That, Mr. who collects flesh and blood data, please share your data with me, and I will customize a suitable flesh and blood camouflage for you."

(End of this chapter)