Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 214 - 201: Forgotten

Lyle ultimately did not use the Divine Punishment.

It was not just because of his connections with the literary society, but more importantly, he found it to be a very suitable escape strategy.

"This is an insult to me! I refuse to participate in this duel!" Lyle displayed enough anger, flung his hand, turned around, and walked towards the exit of the arena.

"Boss! Calm down!" His three companions clung to Lyle like ornaments.

"This is a society standoff! Our society, our future! Please bear with it, boss!"

"That’s right! Boss! Although you have been insulted, with Mr. Raymond’s fame supporting us, our business can successfully expand to the Demon Race! Rest assured, boss! No matter how heavy your heart is at this moment, I will definitely earn back the gold coins in the future! To make up for the loss in your heart! Boss! That’s money we’re talking about!"

"Boss! Please, I want to ride a Gundam!"

Lyle could accept his companions’ pleas.

Lyle moved his leg, trying to pull it out from the arm of the Demon Race guard, Yakler.

"Wuuu, Lord Plague Doctor, please think of the greater good, I know that idiot Bigby has desecrated you, but please, finish this duel. I have lived for over three hundred years and am still a child weighing a ton, I want to witness a legend being born before my eyes!"

"..."

It seemed that there was no escaping it.

Lyle sighed and walked back towards the still cheering corridor.

The cheers of the audience reached a climax with the appearance of Lyle.

"Prince of the Black Abyss! Prince of the Black Abyss! Prince of the Black Abyss!"

The one-sided situation, the cheers were nearly drowning Lyle’s ears. Nia used two small tentacles to block her own ears, and her hands to block Lyle’s ears.

Especially the excited Demon Race.

They were divided into several expressions.

The ecstatic Demon Race upon learning Raymond had a son, the heartbroken Demon Race, the Demon Race that switched allegiance to start supporting the Plague Doctor, and the Demon Race planning to become the Plague Doctor’s stepmother. Just like always, the Demon Race fought over a place in Lyle’s family tree.

Humiliation and helplessness almost stripped Lyle of his disguise, and Lyle was a bit reluctant to look at his opponent, the Magical Beast Club Leader.

But he looked anyway.

He found that his opponent had a quite solemn expression, looking at Lyle as if he were facing a great enemy.

"With such high prestige! So the Lord Plague Doctor also held back a trick, did you?" he suddenly roared, his voice even surpassing the unilateral support of the Demon Race, "I have already understood your weaknesses!"

"You are all newcomers to Spirit Summoning Studies! And now, the advanced courses in Spirit Summoning Studies haven’t started yet! So, whether it be you, Lord Plague Doctor, or the other three, none of you will have the chance to delve into the most mysterious discipline of spirit studies! That is the field strictly forbidden for newcomers to touch!"

"Your weakness is that, you lack the means to attack Spiritual Bodies!"

"No matter how strong the attacks on flesh and bone, you won’t be able to stop the assault of the soul!"

"This is my declaration of victory!"

"My magical beast is the Ghost Shark!"

A Spiritual Body the size of an adult tiger shark appeared behind the Magical Beast Club Leader, taking shape in the void, swimming through the air. Just by looking at that translucent Spiritual Body, Lyle’s eyelids started to feel a faint sting.

"Lord Plague Doctor! It’s not too late to surrender now! In consideration of Mr. Raymond, I will show mercy, surrender!" He was simply afraid of Raymond’s retaliation. After all, winning a society but losing life meant gaining nothing in the end.

Upon hearing his opponent’s threat, Lyle had intended to give up, after all, dignity was nothing compared to life. But, it seemed like he was assured of victory. He didn’t need to surrender, he could easily secure a win.

Lyle patted Nia’s head and watched her comfortably sway her tentacles. "You won’t get a chance to show up, Nia," Lyle said with an inscrutable tone, showing off without the danger of losing his life was always pleasurable.

"Come on, Mr. Unknown, you and your society, walk towards failure before me."

The contest began.

The Ghost Shark maliciously glared at Lyle, sending chills down his spine. Okay, Lyle was almost immune to the effects of ghosts. Watching the dangerous Spiritual Body rushing towards him, able to see the opponent’s Spiritual Body with a gaping mouth through it, Lyle patted Nia, who was getting a bit restless.

"Mr. Ernest?"

Boom! A thunderous explosion resonated in the hearts of all onlookers, their gazes converging behind Lyle, within Nia’s silhouette. A mass of black clouds was bursting forth, rapidly solidifying.

In a blood-stained black armor, Ernest, the knight leader of Naslan territory, directly entered battle mode.

"Roar!" An angry battle cry shocked everyone’s spirit. While the Ghost Shark was rigid from soul intimidation, Ernest drew out his spiritual greatsword and sliced it into soul-fish fillets.

The black armored ghost did not relent. Orest raised his greatsword high and brought it down on the Magical Beast Club Leader.

Even though the opponent’s body remained intact in the end, all spectators knew his soul had been hacked into mince.

"It’s a pity that our Life Box technique can now repair souls. Anyway, congratulations to our Prince of the Black Abyss, sir. He won the battle and led his club to victory in the confrontation! Four wins out of four!"

Control, adaptability, and brightness came forward.

"That was so fast! Boss! You were too quick! Let’s go find Mr. Law to sign, and our Necromancer Hand Model Club will be officially established!"

Lyle waved to his companions from the spectator stands.

"Put off the signing for a moment, follow me to catch someone. I’ve spotted the gentleman and the journalist."

"Ride on the Spinal Wheel. With no speed limit acts in the City of Wandering, we can definitely catch up to them."

"Right, and take the chance to run them over."

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The four from Necromancer Hand Model Club cornered their prey.

Mr. Gentleman and Mr. Journalist from the Literary Society sat in a row, bound at the center by Nia’s tentacles. Mr. Journalist let out a wail.

"Prince sir! It’s not my fault, the information about your confrontation was told to me by Mr. Gentleman, he is the traitor! I am a very good citizen."

The despicable journalist was too deep in his role and hadn’t come to his senses yet.

"So my introduction letter was written by Mr. Journalist?"

"Gentleman dictated, I artistically embellished."

No doubt about it, the journalist was the mastermind.

Lyle began to untie Mr. Gentleman, the key point being that both the gentleman and himself were members of the Cup of Luxury, it wasn’t suitable to have a falling out.

"Sorry, Plague Doctor, I exchanged secrets with the journalist using your information. I didn’t think it would blow up like this."

"Gentleman, you fart! It was you who brought Bigby over for commentary!"

"..." Is it still possible to tie him back up now?

"Mr. Gentleman, am I entitled to know the secrets you exchanged with my information?" Lyle’s eyes roamed in front of the two men.

"Don’t look at me, my talent doesn’t allow me to leak secrets on my own initiative, you have to ask Mr. Gentleman."

"Mr. Gentleman?"

"Of course, Mr. Plague Doctor. After all, this was my mistake."

"The Pact-Maker talent of the journalist has the ability to discern truth from lies, and of late, I’ve been troubled by a trifling little matter. But sadly, I had no suitable trade for the journalist. So, I had to borrow your information."

"I’m very sorry, Mr. Plague Doctor."

"My question was..."

"Do the people from my hometown still hate me?"

"His answer was..." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"They have already forgotten you."

"Really, it’s such a trivial little thing." Mr. Gentleman tried hard to show his composure, but in his voice was a sorrow sufficient to quell any rage.