Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 457 Naslan's Hospitality
Young Master Kevin's living habits are even more perfect than Lyle imagined. His sleep time is like a sharp and cunning loan shark. Any missed sleep time will always be recovered with interest.

Cultivate a fear of heights with Arianna on the upper floors of the castle, watch the ghost Shibashiba play around with Nia in the pasture, protect the panicked herd when the dog plows the field, and finally, come to the land where the Naslan people are buried for generations cemetery.

Lyle often wanders here, after the Ominous Awakening.The black shadow will always lead Lyall's body to the cold cemetery.Waving to the dull-eyed transparent spirit in the cemetery, Lyle walked to the sarcophagus where the tombstone was placed.

【Arianna Naslan & Lyle Buller】

Moss was filled in the pits carved on the tombstone, and a few nightshades leaned against the beautiful patterns on the sarcophagus. The sunlight was crushed by the green shade, sprinkled in the darkness of death, and blended with the cold silence.

It was definitely a rather weird scene, but I have to admit that the gloomy scene of death in front of me tugged at Lyall's heartstrings.

Until the shadows in my mind eat away at those wonderful feelings.

The black pupil of the right eye began to spread on the white of the eye, as if the chocolate had peeled off the silver foil.

The ominous voice echoed in my ears.

"Finally, get rid of that woman's eyeliner." The voice that was exactly the same as Lyle's was twisted into a monster's roar by dissatisfaction and anger.

"Ms. Helena didn't mean us badly. At first I thought you were being shy." Lyle teased another self with ease. Nia was still playing with Chai Chai on the grass, and Lyle, who had nothing to do, was stroking Medu Sha's snake-like body, the layered sense of cold scales across her fingertips, makes people happy physically and mentally.

"Be grateful for the lion's charity, that's what a rabbit should do." From Lyle's sleeve, black malice gradually devoured his body, "I will not tolerate someone looking down on me all the time, while I feel at ease."

"Give me your body... for two hours..."

Lyle did not resist, "By the way, if you have time, can you finish the homework assigned by the soul science professor Troy? You also know that I am not good at soul science, but you are different..."

Before Lyle's will fell asleep, he had an ominous answer.

"I'm not interested in your teacher-student games."

"Psychology? That's just our instinct."

Lyle welcomes the existence of the ominous omen very much.Especially after regaining control of the body, the new knowledge is naturally parked in his memory, without the brain pain caused by long-term study, and those unfamiliar but familiar knowledge naturally seem to belong to him. part of your own mind.Maybe this is the joy of getting something for nothing.

There is a self full of negative energy in my mind, which in Lyle's view is quite an interesting experience, a different thinking angle from my own, which always makes Lyle think differently.Although the rumor that Mr. Plague Doctor is crazy is also spreading in Andrei.

When the sun was halfway down the horizon, the Ghost Maid brought news of Kevin's awakening.

The shadow turned into a countercurrent spring and climbed up the body again, and the refreshed Lyle stepped forward, ready to meet his friend.

Kevin adapts much faster than Lyle in accepting the service of servants.

He stood in the guest room, his eyes glowing with excitement, and a crimson dress trimmed with gold thread climbed up his body first.Then as if dissatisfied, the floating gown was torn apart, and a threaded needle was rewoven through the shattered cracks.

"Cool!" Dancing dresses spun around Kevin, and the boy's laughter and exclamation became the only music of this silent dance.

The sound of Lyle's footsteps made Kevin turn his head. Lyle's clothes had already been changed into formal clothes. He leaned against the door frame, and his eyes shifted from the air spinning to Kevin.

"The men's clothes here are all made according to my size, Kevin, you are getting fat."

"Call it strong, I'm very happy with my body shape." Kevin waved his hands, playfully dodging the cuffs that stretched towards his wrists, "Hey Lyle, do you see that? These clothes will catch me Arms, they seem to be alive!"

Yes, they are "live", they not only respond to your actions, Kevin, they are about to be pissed off by you.

In Lyle's spiritual body perception, the paralyzed expressions of those ghost maids are gradually distorting, the biggest change being the twisted eyebrows and the teeth that are about to be exposed.

This dead human.

"There's no need to hide yourself, girls. Kevin, those who help you change your clothes are ghost maids. You should restrain yourself before they run away and deal with you."

Four or five transparent images appeared in front of him, that face of disastrous defeat was almost clinging to Kevin's skin, the cold breath rushed towards his face as if someone had opened the refrigerator, and the ghost standing in front of him holding the clothes successfully let him Kevin was quiet.

"...Hi! Beautiful girls..."

Kevin, who was dripping with cold sweat, tried his best to say hello, and finally, those cold gazes no longer focused on his face.The maids continued their work, and their guests cooperated a lot.

But peace is temporary, restlessness is only suppressed.

After a ghost inadvertently touches himself, Kevin shows great interest in the castle's servants.

"Are all the servants of the magician family so magical?"

"Naslan is special."

"They feel like cold silk to me. It's a very comfortable feeling. They can understand me, can't they? She just glanced at me."

"You're a special guest to them too, Kevin."

"Whether they can talk or make a sound, I heard that ghosts need dreams to communicate with people."

Lyle really couldn't answer this question, because Naslan's ghost had never spoken.Even if they could perfectly accept the orders of themselves and Sister Naslan, these servants seemed to try their best to reduce their sense of existence, let alone speak, and even seldom made a sound.

"idiot."

That cold voice appeared behind Lyall's ears. It was a ghostly maid who appeared. The pleated skirt and the ribbon on the arm showed her identity, and that familiar face had been on Lyall Show many emotions in front of you.

Monica, Naslan's head maid, formerly Arianna's personal maid, once teased Lyle.

The clear articulation echoed in the room, Kevin was stunned, and what remained on his face was not the shame of being insulted, but the surprise of witnessing something miraculous.

"Lyle! Did you hear that? She's calling me! This ghost is calling me! Hey! Ma'am, can you repeat that?"

Monica narrowed her eyes and gracefully floated a small step towards the door.The combination of disgust on the face and hurtful actions, coupled with approachable words, creates a sweet crit.

"Bitch."

(End of this chapter)