Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 97 Inner City

Holy light flashes.

The warm light was close to the dark blue on Lyle's face, good guy, Ralph didn't keep his hand last night. A slap almost broke Lyle's left ear, leaving a slap print.

"Hey! It hurts! Karen, why is your holy light so... hot?"

More than fiery, it was like a branding iron falling on his skin, making Lyle wonder if his cheeks would be permanently scarred.

Karen looked at the fading bruises and nodded with satisfaction, "The Paladins are soldiers. Compared with priests and monks, our Holy Light is mainly about hurting the enemy. The light is dazzling and hot. Your Excellency Lyle, you can put this Treat it as first aid on the battlefield, if you want to experience the softness of the Holy Light, you'd better go to those nuns."

Lyle looked at his profile through the water, and it was indeed much better. If you didn't look carefully, it was difficult to see the traces.

"I think I can already tell the difference between a priest and a paladin. If you give me another chance, I will choose to keep the slap print on my face."

"We're going to visit a baron next, little Buller, and a neat face is the first part of being a government officer." Violet held a small bottle, which smelled of flowers.

She glued a little bit with her index and middle fingers and smeared it on Lyle's face. It was cold and the pain seemed to ease a lot.

"Thank you very much, Violet, what kind of painkiller is this, it works so well, I don't feel any pain anymore."

Violet smiled. "Peppermint oil, extracted from many kinds of flowers, is not good for your skin. Some of the ingredients in it are slightly hallucinogenic and narcotic, so you feel better. , it's just what you 'feel', which we usually use to deal with PTSD."

"If you like, I can give you this vial, take it easy, it's addictive."

Lyle, who was still breathing the fragrance, immediately held her breath.

The hilarious demeanor hit the ladies' laughter.

Today's Violet is a little different, like the thorns of roses are no longer piercing, and the maturity and motherhood of older women are better brought out.

"The grievances I should have been vented last night. It's not my style to go into work with prejudice. As an older senior, I should also look older. The next work has to work hard, Lyle, Ka lotus."

Like a bottle of mellow wine, the tenderness and innocence disappeared without a trace on Violet's face. Obviously, it didn't look much, and that smile always made people couldn't help but trust her.

Lyle almost believed it.

Ralph knocked on the door, Violet's smile was like a broken rift, the original softness was now filled with malice, just like a disguised evil spirit began to hunt.

Ralph's gloomy zombie face and Violet's frantic smile isolate the temperature of the sun outside.

The teacher is famous, these two goods are really a perfect match.

. . . . . . .

Mr. Garrett, who was far away in Cassandale, was drinking his morning tea. No matter how busy he was, he would always take a break during tea time with his hand dragging the plate.

The potbellied Sir Leo was sitting not far away, a small handkerchief constantly wiping the sweat beads that appeared on his greasy forehead. For a fat man like him, midsummer was much more difficult.

"Your Excellency Garrett, I don't know how Nalanya's side is going. After all, it is the Baron's entrustment. I hope our bureau can pay special attention to this case."

Mr. Garrett's thick fingers twirled the slender cup handle, his two thick lips pressed together, and he took a sip of tea, and then answered without haste or slow, "Ralph Buller is our best field police. Officer, please believe in his strength, Sir Leo, as long as he deals with people, he has never lost."

"Of course I can be assured of Sheriff Ralph's ability to execute. What I'm afraid of is that when he meets the one from Nalanya, something will happen to him."

"Oh, what do you say?"

"Mr. Bennett's daughter, who is still working at the Narania Sheriff's Office, I met Bennett at a party at the beginning of the year, and he complained to me that his daughter had become capable and terrible, and in Raytheon After Sheriff Wolfe's training, his daughter seemed to have a post-war traumatic emergency, and when she was asked about someone or something related to that training, her expression became horrific."

"How scary?"

"For example, Mr. Ralph, we can receive a report letter from the relevant victims within a month. In the past two years, the herbal medicine and medical industry in Narania have become very popular, especially the related materials dealing with bruises and fractures. , are in short supply, and Mr. Bennett has received several warnings from the lord about the violent law enforcement warning that his daughter was hospitalized with minor injuries. I heard that the girl is now called the mad bee of Narania."

"The wild bees of Narania, the wolves of Cassandel." Mr. Garrett took another sip of the tea and sighed comfortably, "So neat."

. . . . .

Lyle and the others have just passed through the inner city wall of Nalanya, which is the residence of nobles and a few wealthy and powerful businessmen. The patrolling soldiers appear frequently like worker ants. There should be some troubles here recently, which led to martial law.

The most interesting thing is probably the location in the inner city.A gentleman is not good for a dangerous wall. In general city-state buildings, the lord will build his castle in the center of the town. If there is a big enemy invading, the living area of ​​the people will become a good buffer zone.However, the lord's fortress of Narania has only a thin stone wall in the entire west of the city-state, even beyond Narania.

Outside the city wall, there is a mountain forest covered with dense vegetation. Although it is steep, it is not impossible to march. It seems that the lord believes in the safety of the endless mountain forest.

On the way forward, Lyle could see many plainly dressed old men stopping, either sitting on the protruding rock steps or standing on the side of the road, all looking at the forest beyond the city wall, with expressions on their faces. Inexplicable look, or a long silence, or bowed head and sighed.

The unpleasant twilight made the inner city far less cheerful than the outer district, and even a little depressing.

Karen followed closely behind Lyle, her eyes floating on the helpless old people.Lyle also felt a little discomfort.Violet also chose to remain silent, her brows filled with sadness.As for Ralph, his expression that everyone owes me a huge sum of money has never changed.

After explaining the purpose of the visit to the guard, a man in hardcover soon stepped forward, "You are finally here, Miss Sharan Bennett, Lord Baron has been waiting for you these days and nights without sleep."

"Butler Becky, this is Mr. Ralph Buller, a professional who has come from Cassandale to help with vampire problems."

The butler named Becky bowed to Karen first, obviously he knew what was most reliable.Then Lyle smiled. People like this who don't judge people by their appearance and don't value their appearance and age do have their own self-restraint, until they followed Violet's instructions and faced Ralph solemnly.

Lyle felt a knot in his tongue.

"Sir, have we met?"

"No, I'm sure." Otherwise you wouldn't be so calm.

"Then why do you look like you're having a holiday with me?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)