Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 428 Beatrice's Strength
When Lyle was able to see things again, what came into sight was a large pumice stone with various strange huts on the surface. Those strange buildings were witches' huts. They came to the Witch Quarter, just next door to the Lich Quarter.

Lyle once stood at the exit of the Lich District and watched the residences of those witches. Compared with before, the witch district at this time lacked those witches riding brooms scurrying in the air.What kind of test again? Lyle scanned the empty area, trying to find the hidden evil witches.

However, it didn't, maybe it's because of the professional inadequacy.

The flying posture of Lyle and Beatrice returned to the original suspended state. It was unexpected that Beatrice could recover so quickly. He originally thought that he would cling to the jewel and suffocate for more than an hour.

"Witches won't stay here, they have other jobs."

"Are you sure? Maybe they are hiding in the shadows to sneak attack, you know, they have a cat mistress recently."

"The test in the Witch District does not require open guns and dark arrows. Witches are the most typical spellcasters. They prefer to show off their knowledge rather than show off their force..."

Lyle felt that Beatrice hadn't finished speaking.You know, the two just passed through the area of ​​a typical spellcaster, and... understood the importance of survival knowledge.

What would witches use to demonstrate their knowledge?

The pungent and choking mixture was like a screwdriver prying open Lyle's nostrils, and the thick and indescribable smell was performing a terrible ritual in his respiratory tract.

The boiling soup and the collision sound of the shaking iron wall played a unique movement. On the pumice stone that Beatrice flew to, Lyle saw many bubbling big mouths that could stew five or six people in a cauldron, colorful strange soup Juice forms a disgusting mess of patterns.

"Potion."

"The test in the Witch Quarter is to find the right potion, use it to infect the body, and move on," Beatrice looked at Lyle with a smile, "This is the purpose of flying with you, let it go."

"No! No! No! Those potions, who knows what! What if you choose the wrong one!"

Laughing, Beatrice swooped down and threw Lyall into a dry cauldron.

"If it's wrong, it will be like this."

Grabbing the tentacles, Beatrice fished out "Lyle" again, stroking the brown fur on his body.

"Look, little rabbit."

Lyle turned into a wet lop-eared rabbit, held by Beatrice's ears, kicking the two rabbit's feet in the air.

"Oh, don't you like it? My dear brother-in-law." Beatrix lifted the Lyle Rabbit over her head, and she was circling in the smoke on top of the cauldron.Steaming cauldrons appeared in the eyes of the rabbits with the same color as the vampires, and the rabbits stopped thumping.

The demon laughed.

"Don't worry, there are many more here, brother-in-law, you will be satisfied."

Lyle got out of the bath.

"Giggle, this time it's a goat, baby, this expression really resembles your dull look."

Lyle got out of the bath.

"Hahahaha, can you look a bit like a crocodile? Why are you biting your tail ball? Are you actually a mutant armadillo?"

Lyle got out of the bath.

"Don't hold on to the rim, come out, Lyle the Bear."

Lyle got out of the bath.

He was caught by Nia's tentacles and sent to Beatrice, a macaw with crooked eyes like a bad brain.

The Lyle parrot leaned against Beatrice, its paws stretched out like a dead chicken, and it collapsed on its tentacles, screaming in a weird voice.

"Competition! Competition! I'm going to lose! I'm going to lose!"

Beatrice finally accepts Lyle's suggestion, after she's had a blast.Holding Lyle, whose body turned into a small chimera-like stitched creature due to the mixing of various potions, Beatrice came to a golden cauldron with soup medicine.

"Except for changing the color, the taste of this medicine hasn't changed at all." Beatrice was still muttering in her mouth when she saw Lyle throwing it into the pot for washing.

Without paying attention to the effect of the potion, Beatrice grabbed the contents of the pot and spread her blood wings, continuing to fly.

Lyle felt terrible, his body was changing in the air like plasticine, some body parts were swollen, others were curled up into layers of skin folds, and after more than ten seconds, Lyle returned to its original form.

The potion residue on his body did not dry, but stuck to his entire body like a thick amber glue.

"I finally understand why Arianna didn't agree to assist you." Lyle continued without paying attention to Beatrice's reply, "I feel like I'm covered in syrup, the kind that sticks to my teeth. Not to mention the strong, nauseating smell, I feel like a wet rag hanging in the sky."

"Hahahahaha..." The laughter seemed to be the fuel for Beatrice, and her flying speed continued to increase amidst the laughter. The sharp wind scoured the surface of Lyall, scraping off the viscous potion for a while. point.

What's even more miraculous is that the shed potions did not fall directly, but continued to dissolve in the air, and finally turned into a golden shiny dust, leaving a beautiful trail behind Lyle.

"Okay, I've had enough fun, and I'm going to speed up and catch up."

Beatrice's blood wings gathered, and the whole person moved forward like a bullet.

Blocks of time left behind, Wraith Inn, Slums of Sin, Tower of the Abyss, Theater of Souls, these remaining areas of the dark city showed Lyall a part of the fantasy of this mysterious world.

But this contact is only a touch, as if the whole world revolves around Beatrice.When Beatrice made up her mind to catch up with the competitors in front of her and kept rushing forward, the attacks from the disruptors of various races seemed to have eyes and passed the heroine of destiny.

None of the hallucinatory shocks, soul screams, catapults, and hellfires entered within ten meters of Beatrice, just like the difference between a school of sardines and a shark.

"How did you do it? The special power of vampires? Or charm?" Lyle couldn't help being curious.

Beatrice smiled slightly, "It's a connection."

"..." You are actually a network fighter.

Beatrice didn't care about the slight disdain in Lyall's eyes, even a little smug.

"Helena is well-known in the field of souls, Ariana is a singer with both talents and looks on the side of Chaos, and I am the biggest wine merchant in Wandering City. What do you think they will do, ignoring the past friendship with the Naslan family, because Do you want to do something to a beautiful lady in a celebration? Even if you don’t consider the narrow-mindedness of Naslan’s daughters, do you think everyone’s emotional intelligence is the same as that of Andrei’s lunatic?” Beatrice even raised her nose. A proud side face appeared in front of her, "I am proud to be the daughter of Naslan, and of course I will be proud to enjoy the benefits my family has given me."

What Beatrice said made sense, leaving Lyle speechless.

Is this the strength of the five-time champion of the air competition?

Realistic mysterious world.

(End of this chapter)