The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

"Dad, my mother asked you to go."

Looking back, Rosa, one of the seven virtues, was looking at me. The thoughts and carelessness in the little pupils were unconcealed, and the lovely cheeks had a sincere smile.

It’s so cute. If it’s not the environment, I’m going to play it up now and then take out the lollipop.

"Then you will control the loli with the one over there. Are you taking snacks with you to seduce the young girls? Yours are really changing, and the snakes and rats are in a nest."

The dead cat can still seize this opportunity to spit, but the ugly state of Kayd lying on the ground is still unbearable to witness, so there is a good-hearted person to drag him off the field.

Ama Aya went over, it was a good man, it was Margaret's mentor... You stepped on what he did, and he stepped on his face, and his feet were really awkward. Is it true that Margaret's mentor?

Then I really can't bear to see.......

Feeding and feeding, earning some energy, Kayed classmates, what is the secret smile that can be exposed? I didn’t see you in the same year.

"father?"

The little Rosa behind her frowned, with a small mouth, seemed a little dissatisfied, I forgot her.

In fact, I have not forgotten her. I am not trying to pretend that I have not seen my school sister in the corner.

"Cough, little Rosa, try this ice cream, the ice cream with Finn's big strawberry, but the specialty of Bayer, you didn't see the fat grandfather over there... fat uncle (almost less senior) eat more Happy, all the fifteenth bowl, oh, still in the cup, is the food in the cloud tower so bad?"

The last complaint was "slightly" louder, probably no one had heard it, and then I liked to see the face of Arosa's master instantly red, then .... turned around and continued to eat.

When he ate soon, the next time, Amara Auntie squinted. But looking for the fat old man who lost his face.

"Oh, actually ran out of the living room, and when I left, I left all the remaining five ice creams, really..."

Look at these sorcerers who have no face and no skin. I feel that my exercise today is particularly good.

"Roland, do you still pretend not to see me for how long?"

But the familiar voice behind me made me vest cool and slowly turned back. The familiar green is exuding the anger of nostalgia.

"...Roland. You'd better go to see the neurology. You really think about it on the ground."

"Shut up the dead cat, or I will let you become a young girl now!"

"...you should pass this before you."

It is estimated that I am afraid of losing face in front of my peers, and the dead cat has shrunk, but I have more headaches.

Slowly turning back, posing a skilled social smile, forgive me, and squeezed out a sentence.

"Sister, you are beautiful today."

It is good to praise the dressing woman first. Moreover, I did not lie.

Different from the simple dresses of the past, today's school sister put on a lavender silk dress. The face of the good face has a mysterious face, which is solemn and mysterious. The green hair that was originally with a little natural volume has been pulled. Straight, always waisted.

Unlike other ladies who attended the banquet, there was no precious metal jewelry on the body, the flowers on the top, the vine on the arm, and the grass ring on the barefoot. It is a strange piece of jewelry with a natural art style.

The single piece of gold wire glasses converges her light, making it look less stinging. If it is not for this party, it is not ordinary people. I am afraid that someone has already talked to her.

Today's Amy Lager is exceptionally special, quiet and beautiful, but also slightly motherhood (?). If you want to find an adjective, you can only use the natural goddess and forest fairy.

But now, this originally quiet forest fairy. I was also angry, staring at me with a bad face, but the next one, but I recovered my smile.

"Look at your praise is true, just forgive you."

When did the school sister become so good? I asked her to go to the north but put the pigeons, so forgive me?

"Of course not letting you go so easily, promise me one thing."

I stumbled, but nodded silently, and sure enough, my sister was not so understanding.

"...Roland, I know a few good psychiatrists, you still have to check it out,"

"The dead cat shut up."

But Amyla smiled, and unlike the past, this smile is faint, and people are somewhat unclear.

"There is time to come to the forest of dreams, Jier has said many times, 'Dad has other children, do not love us', and Samantha also sneaked a few times to look at your portrait crying, don't look at those children's independence. It’s hard to be early, but it’s actually very lacking in father’s love. At least, come on a regular basis.”

Someone is pulling my clothes and bowing, but it is the poor expression of Rosa’s tears.

"Cry and show you if you don't promise." This is a silent threat that is more powerful than anything else.

At that point, I petrified.......

"Father love, responsibility..."

I panic, I am really panicked.......

Then I gently tidy up the untidy shirt for me, close together, and the red lips gently brushed my cheeks.

Amyla left with Rosa directly, leaving only the me who was completely in a state of chaos and petrification... and at the same time was misunderstood by thousands of people.

"Roland, as if it was the same as that of Kayed, it is not. It is a more scum, the children are so big, and they are still fooling around!"

That aunt, you a sergeant actually do not know what Muling is? Can you not squint and say anything?

"An angel, Amira, my eyes!"

The big brother actually was actually vomiting blood. It seems that the legendary organization "Angel Amyla Support Club" has to reward me for killing me.

"My hands are burning! Burn this scum!"

Comrade Ice Law, when you learn to smash fireballs, it doesn't matter if you don't ignite the fireball. At least don't ignite your sleeves.

"Ha ha ha, Roland, you have today, you always hang my scum, you deserve to have it today."

This is because others are whispering, but he laughs in public and throws the face of the mage to the ground, insisting on Comrade Kayd, who has been unshakable for a hundred years.

Aunt Amara, who was shivering with a stack of sleet, was trembled, and now he screamed at me and laughed at him, but did not notice the Amara aunt who was so angry that he had begun to roll his sleeves...

I feel that it will take a long time to use the face that I lost today to prove that the amateurs of the violent town are represented by the amateur Amara, and the teachers will soon add a compulsory mage and etiquette. training.

"....... Today's school sister, some are different."

Looking at the back of the school sister. I whispered.

But then...

A tall, white-faced female elf rushed over and seemed to say something very fiercely.

The school sister seems to have dealt with a few words, and the silver elves are not satisfied, and then they are still pulling...

"Boom!"

The floor was directly penetrated. If you remember correctly, here is the first floor, and below is the hard granite bar.... If the female elf is still intact, I am afraid I will be buried in the ground.

The school sister took back the smoldering fist and sweared around. Dispelled the curious look around.

"His Majesty."

Behind the male voice with a little excitement, will call me so, probably only him.

"Rheinhardt? You are here."

Turning around, it really is the familiar face, the Lord of the Black Knight is staring at me with too warm eyes.

Behind him, he followed a small, middle-aged man with a wretched face. I remember this face. It was the first Sergeant of the Siro, the most shameful bone dragon Glico.

"It’s hard, just eat something casually. Take a break."

While telling the undead to eat, I always felt that I had forgotten something... Waiting, the people of Silo came, and the one who was hammered into the ground just now is the Queen of the Dragon, Gloria?

Looking at the big pit, there is also a clear anger of the school sister, considering the two seconds of Gloria may say, and the possibility of my anger, I am very wise to forget Gloria.

This time, the Sera’s Undead Corps came as an Afghan reinforcement, and it was the paid support of the League’s allies to Bayer.

My former Undead Legion was actually divided into two parts. Part of it is the home of Laos, which is dominated by Beckham and red-red hounds. In the Battle of the Hades, most of them chose to be stationed in the Hades. The rest are either in Laos or reincarnation after the Battle of the Hades.

The other part is the subordinates of the Yongye period. Heroes, Glicakas, Rheinhardt, Gloria and other undead archers are all.

They have their own lives and goals, although they obey me and fight for me. But unlike the red-red hounds of the family and relatives, I can let them sacrifice for me, but they can't let them stay in the Hades forever. Most of the time they stay in the Siro in the League.

Now, although only a few undead monarchs have come, if they want to fight against the undead army, no one knows more about themselves than them.

Of course, it is also true that it is right for me to support the platform. I want to achieve my strategic expectations, they are essential.

Rheinhardt, Gloria, and Gricasio are the only remaining undead in Siro, but unlike the consistently loyal Rheinhardt and Gloria, Gricasio is definitely the strongest, but it is also The least reliable and the most unpredictable.

It’s okay to fight the war, and it’s a little dangerous. It’s probably not to escape or surrender.

Just came, not only did not greet me, hiding in the back of the nerves to see the West, it seems that here is a strong hand into the cloud, very insecure.

Suddenly, Glicakao’s expression changed suddenly and screamed.

"Impossible! Impossible! Herois, you, you, you actually....one step!"

Another sudden situation, along his fingers, everyone's eyes cast on the heroes in the crowd.

Rheinhardt also looked at the past, but it was stunned in an instant, half-sounding, and whispered unconsciously.

"His Majesty?"

There is no previous respect in this sentence, but it refers to the supreme status in the undead world.

"The Undead Emperor?"

The acquaintances around the people added a sentence. For a time, the true faculty of the squad sucked a sigh of relief. Originally surrounded by the circle of Herois, the instinctive retreat.

Herois was also shocked first, then, but looked at it with disdain, the old opponent who used to rank above himself, showing a smug smile.

"Yes, I am also the undead emperor. This is the welfare of the boss... No, is it the welfare of the boss's warm bed every night, envy?"

Herois, I know that you are very proud to show off in front of the old opponent, but what is the meaning behind you? Why do you want to talk to the sister? Ah, she is yelling at me, your dead cat is murdering! (To be continued.)