Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 449 - 411 Heart of Condensation
In the midst of the audience’s cheers, Mr. Raymond dragged Mr. Dark, who resembled a rag, back to the stands, and then, with a flick of his wrist, re-hung the darkness on the flagpole. Raymond, still fuming, returned to his "watch" position as the Director.
Lyle watched as the large, bandage-wrapped, black patty-like substance fluttered in the air, wide-eyed and tongue-tied. In the shadow cast by the "Black Flag," Sister Aryan watched Lyle, their gazes meeting. The beautiful Sister Aryan flashed a serene smile, a serenity that sent chills down Lyle’s spine.
Sister Aryan used to be a member of the Holy See, and she was certainly clear about Mr. Dark’s abilities and would not misinterpret Lyle’s so-called magic curse. Especially within Andrey’s holy light forces, the silent nun was still the sharpest one.
The prank was discovered, and he was going to die.
Fear crept up Lyle’s spine, turning into a cold shiver that shot straight towards his crown.
"Alianna, I’m feeling unwell, that... I need to leave the arena and rest a bit."
The Witch blinked, "The next fight is Aryan’s, we are some of her few friends, won’t you stay to cheer her on, Lyle?"
"I wish I could, but I really do feel too unwell, sorry, Alianna."
Yes, Sister Aryan didn’t have many friends, and if he didn’t leave soon, she might have even fewer.
Alianna nodded helplessly, "Alright, but don’t forget to meet at Benny’s bar. When the light of the Arcane Eye watches over the District of Andrey."
At the heart of the City of Wandering, there was a magic eye of the Secret Pivot Council, which would watch over different districts at different times to mark the time.
When it watched over Dark Zone Seven, where the Witch resided, it was exactly seven in the evening.
Lyle fled hastily, with Nia extending her tentacles to closely follow behind.
Alianna sat still, her gaze shifting to the string of skulls left behind by Nia.
"Anna! Anna! We’re friends! Help me, please," the Gentleman implored from the top of the skull string, the pale blue flames of his soul flickering with a sorrow that, had they been capable, would have been most profound.
Alianna, a gentle Witch, had made a deep impression on the Gentleman when he came to Andrey with her lovely skeletal remains. As the president of the Cup of Luxury, Alianna must still harbor sentiments of compassion.
As he had hoped, Alianna took down his skull, and the Gentleman, enjoying the envious ghastly stares of the other unfortunate souls, was held in Alianna’s hand.
"Mr. Gentleman, did you enjoy the hellfire performance?"
"Hahaha, of course, it was our masterpiece," the Gentleman replied, before immediately regretting it.
Because he rarely came into contact himself, he subconsciously overlooked the worst part of the Witch. Alianna was obsessive in family matters, showing her excessive partiality most vividly among her sisters.
But it seemed that someone had also been included in the Naslan family. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
The Gentleman’s flame of soul began to sway, accompanied by the increasing sounds of compression atop the skull.
Alianna allowed Lyle to leave, letting him go on purpose, not wanting him to witness her own terrifying countenance.
Like a ghostly whisper, a sinister murmur resonated close to Mr. Gentleman’s skull.
"When Lyle was in Hell, my heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by a hand. It was a truly unpleasant feeling. Do you feel it, Mr. Gentleman..."
Alianna viciously squeezed the fragile skull, and a terrifying crack grew along with the grating sound on the pale bone.
"It’s going to crack! It’s going to crack!" Mr. Gentleman’s screams were drowned out by the cheers from the Black Abyss Arena.
The slender figure ran along the path of light as if shadows were in pursuit.
Lyle even hallucinated a sinister and terrifying female voice cursing in his mind, which caused his body temperature to drop a few more degrees.
"I’m going to die, I’m going to die. I hope Aryan will spare me."
It wasn’t until a cold, slithering touch appeared on his neck that Lyle’s nerves were wiped clear of tension.
The white tower stood erect in the center of the garden, its Arcane Eye at the very top gazing upon the city.
Lyle made his way to the central district.
As the place in the city with the richest cultural ambience, there were endless streams of human tourists, condensing time into glowing glass bottles.
A warm and comfortable atmosphere, carrying the cheerful scent of flowers, hit him in the face, causing smiles to freeze on those faces.
Lyle took a deep breath, "Thank you, Medusa."
A white creature poked its head out from his collar, lurking in the shadow under Lyle’s chin where he couldn’t see, feeling only the coolness of scales rubbing against soft flesh.
"It was nothing, young Lyle. Even if I hadn’t done it, ’he’ would have woken you up anyway."
Following the direction of that small white tail, Lyle saw the so-called ’he’.
A white rock golem, its head adorned with a deep purple gemstone, the flowing magic runes supporting the golem’s movement. Its job was to maintain traffic and public order.
"Come on, you blind fool," it said emotionlessly, delivering a huge knock to the head of someone attempting to climb over the flower bed.
The force was so strong, it almost knocked the person out, but he didn’t faint.
Blue-purple electricity flickered on the golem’s arm.
"Get up, you lazy waster of food, this is no pigsty for you to sleep in."
As the person twitched from the electric shock and hopped around, he didn’t forget to avoid the white lines on the road.
This caused the dazzling purple light on the gemstone of the stone golem to return to calm.
"Personnel education, successful, one hundred and fifty-two people."
Lyle took another deep breath and thanked Medusa again.
As the owner of the City of Wandering, the arcanist too was immersed in the joy of the festivities.
Most people had gone to watch the fights at Black Abyss Arena, while the elderly sat on benches on both sides of the street, watching the young children play on the lawns. Arcanists were decorating their central spire, a web of magical supports suspending each arcanist on the surface of the spire like ants bustling on an anthill.
In their hands, they held glowing spherical substances, which had to be said, resembled the Arcane Bombs from the Magic Research Society. But probably not, because if they were, the spellcasters would all be in Andrey.
Before long, the central white tower was adorned with a shiny, colorful coat, magic threads connecting each individual entity, forming a beautiful net over the surface of the tower like a layer of frosting.
The giant Arcane Eye atop the tower also turned into enchanting colors under the interference of magic.
And when the energy condensed to its utmost, the Arcane Eye shed a "tear," a dazzling, droplet-shaped gem floating in the air.
"That is the Heart of Condensation."
