Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 124 - 119: Opponent?

Because it was confirmed that the cause of the students’ collapse was the curse, and the so-called spreading of the plague was just the method of releasing the curse, the Dragon Mister readily acknowledged Lyle’s victory, but only they would remember this event.

The students who had entered standby mode would probably only remember the fact that they had been knocked down when they woke up, as well as the mediocre report cards they received for the Curse Series classes. They helped the Dragon Mister clear the students blocking the hallway and set them back in their seats.

"Teacher, are we not going to treat them?"

"Treat them, Andrey does not have a specialized treatment facility, what we can do is simply to replace. Replace the damaged parts of the body."

Because of the superior magic proficiency, which in turn brought about an organ transplant that surpassed medical treatment? That could work, it’s quite mysterious.

"The Exhaustion Curse itself won’t cause much damage to their bodies; we just need to wait for their extinguished soul fires to rekindle."

The rekindling of the soul fire, oh, the return of consciousness, Andrey’s wonderful rhetoric, Lyle felt that he had gotten used to it. In other words, the Exhaustion Curse only creates a state akin to death.

Shuishui sensed something, the purple magic mark of the Exhaustion Curse lighting up at the tip of her tentacle, directed at herself. Looking at the mark that looked like a delicate flower, Lyle suddenly felt uncomfortable, intuition telling him not to test the curse on himself.

(Exhaustion Curse: A curse that deprives life, has an instant death effect on living beings, the effect can be weakened by physical resistance, and has a stunning effect on the undead.)

......

In the following days, Lyle fell into a normal rhythm of life.

During the day, he patrolled the city as a sheriff, in cases of death, studied necromancy in the gloomy basement of the sheriff’s office. Karen’s reports became much less frequent, it seemed that the administrative organs no longer deemed their need for the Power of Holy Light as urgent. Ralph made no comments on this matter and even his recent contact with Lyle had diminished a lot, only occasionally could Lyle see his busy figure at night. Cassandra’s nights had grown quieter, and along with the stabilizing of public order came the good news of a decrease in complaints to Ralph, Mr. Garrett’s smiles had become more frequent.

At night, he worked with the Scholar Mister to adjust Shuishui, chatted with friends over a drink at the opulent cup, occasionally went to the City of Wandering to take part in the Twilight Memories gatherings, listening to Echel recounting his brave deeds, occasionally interjecting amusing anecdotes about Lyle in Liveser.

Mr. Reed was as usual, almost the most out of place person there.

But it must be said, sitting by his side was a rare kind of tranquility. Lyle really couldn’t stand the diplomatic niceties of different places, the members of Twilight Memories all came from noble backgrounds, they were still patient enough to be etiquette teachers, particularly willing to spend their free time training the less elegant new members.

"Well done," Mr. Reed rarely chimed in, "about the matter of hunting the giant bear."

"Thank you, Mr. Reed. You seem, somewhat preoccupied."

The reason for such a judgment was because Mr. Reed had unusually little to rebut Echel’s self-aggrandizing tonight, which was very abnormal.

"Nothing serious, it’s useless to speak of it."

"If you don’t speak, indeed nothing will change."

"Dreya’s twenty years of political reforms amount to nothing, still practicing the same militarism as before, but this era is no longer one where battle is everything. The high echelons and the Holy Light Forces have begun contact, you should know that those disguised foxes are not easy to deal with nowadays. Dreya’s education system is severely biased, creating plenty of excellent generals, but hardly a few useful clerks. A vast country, which during a recent famine chose plundering neighboring countries. After telling you so much, what can you do?"

Lyle really couldn’t do much.

"Then why doesn’t Lord Reed go back, since you can think of these issues, you naturally are the best solution to these problems."

"Haven’t I said it before? People like us should properly sever ties with the past."

"Yet, Mister Echel has chosen to go back."

"That’s because he’s an irredeemable fool."

"Really? Sir. Liveser’s princess is still very naïve, she may be strong, but I can also feel that she still heavily relies on Mister Echel. So, what about your granddaughter? Perhaps, she needs you too..."

"No, she does not need me, a seedling in a greenhouse cannot grow into a towering tree, excessive dependence will only ruin her future, my leaving, is absolutely correct."

"Even if it means enduring the pain of a loved one’s departure?"

"People, only by enduring suffering, will they grow strong." Reed ended the conversation.

From the soil that draws nutrients, not only flowers grow but thorns as well.

............

One day, as Lyle was patrolling the streets.

"Lyle!"

Accompanied by the sound of hooves, like a rising sun, our good brother Mr. Kevin appeared in Lyle’s sight, riding a chestnut horse. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

With a dashing dismount, Kevin patted the horse’s neck, "My good sir, thank you. Now go home and enjoy fresh grass."

He released the reins, encouraging the horse with his eyes.

A robust arm took up the reins.

"Master Kevin, please don’t indulge Good Sir further. I don’t think it’s smart enough to return to the stables by itself. Last time, it took us ages to find him as he was ruining the crops."

"What can be done about it? Afterward, I’ll be traveling through Cassandra with my friends. Good Sir is superfluous, and I doubt I’ll remember this big oaf when I return."

The knight held his chin, "Master, please wait here for a moment, I’ll take Good Sir to an inn for safekeeping and be back shortly."

"Alright, hurry up."

The knight turned back every three steps, "Master Kevin, please don’t make trouble."

Until his figure vanished from sight.

Kevin grabbed Lyle’s hand.

"Let’s make a run for it, Lyle. Let’s shake off this blockhead."

"But you just promised... "

"Who is your brother, him or me?"

"But without a guard, what if you run into danger?"

Kevin slapped his face and, covering it, refused to look at Lyle.

"Sheriff Lyle, are you suggesting we call the police if something happens? What exactly is your job?"

In the end, the two hid in a small alley, with only scattered debris on both sides and the mud beneath their feet.

"What’s up? Need something from me, Kevin? Going to the extent of ditching your guard, too."

"Big news! Remember your two Olious? They really made me comfortable for a few days, showing off in front of my father in all sorts of ways. He seemed to be provoked by something and one day told me that he also found an investment subject, a youth more outstanding than you. He wants to compete with me over who has the better eye. I came to tell you, you must stand up for your brother’s honor."

Lyle looked at Kevin, who was being quite serious.

"Kevin, what’s more important, face or your old man?"

"You can’t think like that. Think about it, if the Borey Family’s investment object became two, wouldn’t you get less? Aren’t you upset about that?"

"But I haven’t received anything from you, except for the two Olious, right?"

"Come on, join me at a social gathering tonight. Become the little prince of Cassandra’s parties. I can give you connections, resources, but you have to beat that rival. It concerns my dignity; don’t neglect it."

"No, no, no, I agree," Lyle couldn’t withstand Kevin’s pestering.

"Since he’s a rival, you should at least give me some intel, have you seen him?"

"I have."

"And?"

Kevin looked at Lyle, sweeping over his clothes.

"More handsome than you, better taste than you, better talker than you."

This brother might as well be discarded.