Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 233 - 220 Dexterous in Illusion

Seeking lessons from a group of self-righteous feminists isn’t a good gig, especially when your personal safety, body parts, and even gender are at risk.

Alianna wouldn’t suggest an impractical method to Lyle, so naturally, there were useful shortcuts available to him.

During Naslan’s dinner time, Alianna and Monica discussed her pranks on Lyle. It wasn’t that Lyle had tattled, but rather Helena, the castle owner, happened to discover it. Although Helena’s stone sculpture expression was a sweet smile, the usually indifferent Monica actually showed a frightened emotion, looking pitiful.

In the end, it was decided that Alianna’s Specter Maid would take turns standing watch by Lyle’s side.

The companions from the Necromancer Figure Club hadn’t returned yet, after getting rid of their own funeral dirge’s aftereffects. Liches truly are fragile creatures, just the right time to attempt something bold.

At this moment, in the City of Wandering’s Dark Zone Five, this place is the Intangible Zone, a home to chaotic Elemental Creatures and Intangible Demons. An actual building had its doors pushed open by three figures clutching their heads.

The blue smoke circle sitting on the counter made a sound like a fish blowing bubbles, "Nice, three tangible people have come to my shop, great, at least the door I built on a whim years ago finally served its purpose, hahaha, I forgot I don’t have a brain!"

Flexibility looked at the shop’s bubble people rolling around because of the cold jokes, and turned to look at Shiny.

"Is your suggestion reliable? What kind of place is this?"

Shiny placed a piece of Ice and Snow Scale on his forehead, "Well, it turns out that elements don’t influence the temperature of the soul. Don’t say that was my suggestion, it was Troy’s. Based on his tone at that time, I’m not sure if he’s reliable or not."

[It’s been three days! You’ve turned your soul into a fat blob that looks like it’s carrying 200 pounds of water in its body! All I need to do is pry open your skull, and your soul will scatter like mature dandelion seeds all over Andrey! Should I give you some credit for your perseverance, the fact that you made it to me is nothing short of a miracle! How did I not realize that when the incredibly clever Troy taught the Soul’s Scream to an outstanding student in two hours, this genius student would turn himself into a soul bomb ready to explode in three days! My bad, you couldn’t even blow up a piece of shit! Damn you, Shiny! You really gave me a surprise!]

[What if I told you there are actually three shit bombs, would that make you a bit happier, just like you said, a sur~prise~]

"Go to the inn in Dark Zone Five and find Dexterous, that was Troy’s exact words before I was thrown out of the Soul Tower. Let’s hope that Dexterous can ease our pain."

Flexibility went straight to the counter, "Boss, I’m looking for Dexterous, you know where he is, right?"

The sting in Flexibility’s soul meant he didn’t lower his voice, the mention of Dexterous paused all the non-corporeal beings in the vicinity for a moment, followed by a burst of laughter. A fire spirit’s laughter erupted in flames, which reacted strangely with the fog demon not far away—perhaps that fog demon had a Swamp Thing relative.

The blue smoke boss didn’t care about the small fire in the shop; he was still laughing as if his eyes were leaking blue liquid, "You’re the first bunch I’ve seen to look for Dexterous so brazenly, and you’re three Liches at that, hahaha."

"Is it that funny for Liches to look for Dexterous?" "Very funny, hahahahaha. Dexterous is at the back of the third floor, go ahead, let me laugh a while longer."

The sound insulation of the walls here was good, as they moved around the corner of the third floor, the laughter from the hall died down significantly.

"Why can’t we look for Dexterous openly, is he a dangerous fringe figure? Their laughter—am I to understand that as them insulting Liches in the City of Wandering?"

"Who knows, maybe they feel untouchable. After all, what can you do to a bunch of soap bubbles? Give them a bath? I don’t want to waste a Soul Stone on these folks."

The third floor corridor was dimly lit, running a hotel in the Dark Zone Five of the City of Wandering was absolutely a stupid idea since there’s no privacy at all. There were always invisible beings that liked to peep out of the darkness.

The door at the very end of the corridor was slightly ajar, with a bizarre purple light seeping through the crack. They subconsciously lightened their footsteps, peeking through the gap into the room.

The room was crammed like a Gypsy’s crowded wagon, several glowing purple crystal balls serving as the only light source. In the center, something shaped like a flower cradle held a twenty-year-old human. He lay there with his eyes tightly shut, his face bearing a strange expression. A pair of transparent large hands were placed on either side of his head, and deep purple light particles surged from the palms into his ears. A huge, transparent phantom filled the entire ceiling with a mischievous smile, watching the human in its palms. Wrapped around the phantom’s head was an Arabian-style headband.

Dexterous was like a Lamp God, an evil Lamp God.

"What’s he doing? Toying with a human?"

"What? You, Flexibility, also have something like sympathy?"

"In the City of Wandering, harming a human in any form is illegal. We could use this as evidence to threaten Dexterous to give us a free pass, though I don’t know how much that’ll cost after." Flexibility started fumbling for his Revealing Crystal in his pouch, "Let me know when he starts eating people, I want to take a photo for evidence."

"He’s gone."

"What?" Flexibility dropped the hand searching in his pouch and hurriedly looked into the room. The flower bed in the center was empty; the human had vanished without a trace, leaving only Dexterous clapping his hands after the deed.

"Damn it, he must have noticed us, there goes our free chance. How did he eat so fast, isn’t his body supposed to be transparent? Where is he?"

"Don’t know, we just glanced away for a moment, and by the time we looked back, he was gone."

"Cunning as he is, let’s go inside." The three of them pushed open the main door.

The pink Dexterous smiled at the three men, his body inflated like a balloon, but his voice was very gentle.

"Ah, new guests, I am the Dream Master Dexterous, the Wishing God Who fulfills your desires; I am a weaver of dreams, a merchant."

"Cut the crap, ogre, drop the fancy words, let’s just get to the trade."

"Ogre? Kid, mind your words, I could sue you for slander."

"Ha, that human just now, didn’t you eat him? Are you saying he disappeared on his own?"

"The human just now, ah, you mean Mr. Lechauer, he’s a regular of mine, why would I eat him? I merely sent him away." Dexterous beckoned the three with a finger, pressed a hidden mechanism at his feet, and a gap appeared in the center of the flower bed, revealing a slide that went straight down to the first floor. "This is a special passage."

Scratching his head from the sting of overthinking, Shiny said, "If he was your guest, why didn’t you let him leave through the main door instead of here?"

Dexterous’ transparent face showed an indifferent expression, "To avoid the angry parents that would follow, a good merchant is responsible for his customer’s safety."

"Parents? What a strange reason. Forget it, let’s just start our trade, Dexterous."

"Alrighty!" From Dexterous’ pinkish-purple body, pink clouds formed amidst the sound of thunder. He leaned forward, lowering his voice, "I shall fulfill your wishes, ’ambitious’ gentlemen."

"A Gundam," commanded Flexibility.

Dexterous touched his head, "Possible, but you should be more specific, like her appearance, physique, clothing, a detailed description helps with the immersion, it will greatly enhance your experience. Also, personality traits, whether she’s clingy, dominant and savage, and so on."

"What???" Flexibility looked at the bewildered Dexterous, "Are you sick? Aren’t you the so-called Wishing God? Don’t you even know what a Gundam is? What kind of bullshit questions are those? I just want to pilot a Gundam, all your questions are useless."

Frowning, Dexterous replied, "Understood, a barbaric male with no appreciation for romance. Then, the generous Dexterous will present one of his treasures for your enjoyment. Watch carefully, this is my masterpiece." Dexterous interlaced his fingers, and after a cloud of pink fog dispersed, a tiny figure appeared in his palm.

It was a beautiful elf with golden hair and blue eyes, wearing scanty, ruffled clothing, her milk-white thighs sheathed in a pair of white stockings, spinning and kicking in Dexterous’ palm, blowing several soul-stealing kisses at Flexibility.

"My pride and joy, I call her Madison, with perfect body proportions, a gentle and compliant personality, and excellent skills, she’s set as an elf who ventured out from Dreamland." Dexterous regarded the tiny figure in his palm with a look full of tenderness and reluctance.

With one hand on his face feigning sadness and the other presenting the spinning Madison to Flexibility, Dexterous said,

"Please treat her gently, and remember my sacrifice when you use her."

Flexibility slapped the elf figurine into a shower of pink sparkles, furiously took off his mask, and roared at Dexterous. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Idiot, I am a Lich! Is there something wrong with your brain, talking to you is like casting pearls before swine!"

Dexterous, looking at Flexibility’s skeleton head, also burst into rage, "You motherfucker are a Lich! Are you here to pick a fight? Who sent you? I, Dexterous, have been in the business for so many years, and nobody has ever dared to mess with me!"

"Troy sent us."

"You’re dead meat! Even your boss Troy will... Wait, Troy?" Dexterous looked at the three with surprise, his fierceness gradually diminished, and his rage dissipated.

"So, you’re not here to have me conjure up your dream lover in your minds to relive your carnal pleasures, right?"

"..."

Both parties gazed at each other, sinking into silence, only faintly accompanied by the incessant laughter in the hall.