Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 245: Easter Egg - : The Witch, the Cat, and the Candy

Andrey was so serene on this night.

Three gentlemen strolled through the corridor, celebrating Halloween in their own way, a festival founded by witches.

Mr. Gentleman scratched his pumpkin head, the pumpkin he had gotten from the Plant Research Society seemed to have a problem, there was a persistent noise coming from inside.

"Gentlemen, where are your disguises? Didn’t we agree to properly celebrate Halloween?"

Mr. Delusion still looked like a Machine Scholar, and Mr. Reporter was still wrapped in its tablecloth.

"We are disguised, can’t you tell?" Mr. Reporter waved the tablecloth he was wrapped in, making a spooky sound.

"I am the Ghost Reporter~~ I love lurking in corners, peeping like a ghost~~"

"Reporter, mind your words, our academy has ghosts."

"It’s fine, on Halloween, most of the ghosts from the academy have gone out on the streets in the City of Wandering, and the rest stay in the tall towers."

Mr. Gentleman turned to look at Mr. Delusion.

Mr. Delusion looked at him and opened the cubic box on his head, displaying a series of sound waves on the electronic screen.

"I—am—Wil—liam—En—for—cer, a—ro—bot." Mr. Delusion spun his upper body in the air and did a little bit of breakdancing on the spot. "I am a Street Dance Robot. Don’t ask me why I don’t dance the robot, because it’s silly for robots to do the robot dance."

Mr. Gentleman covered his pumpkin face with his hand, completely blocking the light from the two triangular eye cutouts. "So you guys celebrate Halloween every day, huh."

Mr. Reporter shrugged, "So, Gentleman, are you being a pumpkin man?"

"It’s the Headless Rider! I properly took off my head and placed it inside the Cup of Luxury, this pumpkin has a Soul Candle in it, barely allowing me to see. I’ve taken this far more seriously than you." Mr. Gentleman touched his void chin, looking at his friends. "Let’s get down to business, how are your preparations?"

Mr. Reporter and Mr. Delusion handed the prepared papers to Mr. Gentleman.

"We’re ready; we’ll take this opportunity on Halloween to go door-knocking at the clubs, Andrey’s Liches won’t have the habit of celebrating Halloween. We can take advantage of the festival customs of mischief and discrimination against the Witch Council in the laws to extort some money. These are the lists we’ve compiled, some clubs worth digging gossip about, some worth the effort but difficult, some worth it but with the risk of life in danger."

Mr. Gentleman scanned the list briefly, "There really are quite a few familiar names."

"After all, we’re used to living on the edge. We’ve confirmed that because the City of Wandering doesn’t set racial distinctions on Halloween, the light-dark areas are completely open now. Mr. Raymond is sending warmth to friends of different races from the City of Wandering. So, the timing is just right; we won’t run into a situation where we knock on a door and find Mr. Raymond inside, who just happens to beat us up." Halloween in the City of Wandering, the surprise of Saint Light awaits everyone.

"Good, now everything is ready, just missing..."

"The Executive Committee!!!!!!"

Just as the trio turned the next corner, a group of Liches in dark black uniforms, adorned with nightshade flower patterns on their chests, came running out. The leading Mr. Judgment pointed at the three men.

"Finally caught you, you rascals of the Literary Society! You escaped last Halloween, and the day after, the Liches who came to complain formed a tide of corpses in front of the Committee’s door. Damn it, this time I won’t let you off easily!"

The three turned and ran.

Mr. Judgment bellowed, "Brothers! Chase them, for peace on the morrow! Get on the Spine Wheel, crash into them!"

Mr. Delusion didn’t forget to retort as he ran.

"Andrey’s indoors prohibit the use of vehicles! You’re breaking the rule!"

"Shut up! We’re not driving, it’s Halloween, and it’s just a few Liches disguised as the Spine Wheel, next we’ll give you a warm hug!"

"Despicable enforcers!" Mr. Delusion grabbed the arms of Mr. Gentleman and Mr. Reporter, and two pointed cones shot out from his back, firing flames, and accelerating instantly to dodge the wheels.

"Andrey bans the use of aircraft!"

"It’s just a disguise, eat my nitrous oxide exhaust, enforcers!"

"Literary Society! When I catch you, I’ll rip out your souls and light candles!"

"Talk back when you can beat our Dark Boss!"

Mr. Gentleman kept smacking the flying Mr. Delusion, "My head, my head came off!"

Twenty meters back, behind the three men, a smiling pumpkin head rolled on the ground. The pumpkin head stopped, the radiant smile facing the three men.

Crack, it was crushed under the Spine Wheel.

"Now you don’t have to worry about your head, Headless Rider."

Mr. Gentleman’s scream filled the eerily quiet night of Andrey as the Spine Wheel rolled thunderously.

In the shattered depression left by the Spine Wheel, three papers lay forlornly.

From the corner of the corridor, a petite shadow emerged, her tail curled up the three papers, Veraliz licked her fur. "Come out, girls, it’s safe now." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Mory, Rola, and Fergenie stepped out from the shadows.

Veraliz stared at the huddled shadow in the corner, the quivering shadow still hiding another little one.

"Kurona, come out quickly."

A skinny figure in a black dress and a large cloak, with tear-streaks on her face and trembling legs, came out of the shadows. Like a terrified little animal, her cute face was streaked with tears, the girl propped herself against the wall and crouched down after a few steps.