Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 452 - 414 An Unexpected Contestant

Lyle and the knights of Dreya had spent quite an interesting time together.

First, a fitness plan called "Dreya’s Revival of Male Dominance" designed by a dozen knights was presented to Lyle. Lyle looked at the pages full of the term "Lyle Butler" linked with various devilish muscle training exercises that leapt off the page, and phantom aches appeared on his body.

He interrupted Benjamin’s incessant excited chatter; Benjamin had just been endlessly promoting himself as an excellent fitness coach by Lyle’s side.

"I’ll make your biceps harder than rock!" bellowed Benjamin, spreading his arms as if he would prove his vow the next second.

"No need, I don’t need to train to do what you’re talking about," Lyle said. Now wasn’t the time to worry about etiquette. Rude humans were far better than polite corpses.

With two claps of his hands, Nia wriggled out from Lyle’s sleeve. The twisted body of the Evil God coiled its tentacles around itself, snorting coldly at Benjamin.

Under Lyle’s command, a small clump of black flesh that had come loose hovered between his hands, dispersing like peeled ink into a ball of vivid red flesh.

"Blood transformation, white bone, muscle, nerves, even as hard as ironstone," the flesh in his hands contorted at Lyle’s will, "This is Spirit Summoning Studies; we weave flesh, desecrate life, pry into the creator’s work."

After Lyle finished his demonstration, he arched his eyebrows, casting a sideways glance at Benjamin.

"Heresy!!! Can those muscles even be called muscles if they’re not earned through sweat and blood!!!!!"

Benjamin, raging like a gorilla, charged forward, only to be impaled into the ground by a knight’s lance. His face plowed through the earth like a plow, sliding to a stop by Lyle’s feet.

"..." Lyle and the surrounding knights watched Queen Lina, who looked relaxed, in silence.

Lina stepped on Benjamin’s "corpse" and yanked out the knight’s lance.

"No need to explain, it’s definitely this guy’s fault. Don’t thank me; managing my subordinates is my responsibility," Lina blinked, with the knight’s lance leaning on her slender shoulder, "Lyle, have you begun to look at me with new respect?"

After much consideration, Lyle spoke hesitantly.

"Beneath your foot..."

That was the gently twitching body of Knight Benjamin, whose outstretched hand was unconsciously scraping at the earth beside him.

"Don’t worry about him; I have confidence in my subordinates." Queen Lina Dreya proudly stood on the twitching body of Benjamin, stomping down with her foot to flatten the restless "pedal."

The hand finally stopped twitching.

It gave a thumbs-up.

Lyle had a brief conversation with the two queens, under the supervision of the two former kings.

Lina’s suggestion piqued Lyle’s interest, which was an order from Dreya for the Necromancer Figure Club. The use of White Bone Armor by the Necromancer Figure Club in the competition had sparked a strong curiosity in Queen Dreya; it wouldn’t be long before the Defender Knights would have new mounts.

"Dreya has always had the tradition of using enemy bones to create insignias."

When faced with Lyle’s concern about the acceptance level of Dreya’s residents towards the formidable appearance of White Bone Creations, Lina responded.

"But Lyle, if you can make those weapons and equipment less conspicuous, I will increase Dreya’s order volume."

As he reached an agreement with the queen, Lyle thought to himself, is this the first step towards bringing Spirit Summoning Studies to the world?

The Arcane Eye watched over Dark Zone Seven.

Lyle walked alone through the Crystal Corridor back to the Light and Shadow Zone.

The crowd was much thinner, with most people moving in the opposite direction to Lyle.

"How odd, even the service-oriented Light and Shadow Zone can have slow business days?"

The group of people coming towards him provided Lyle with an answer.

They were the entire staff of the Bloody Rose Bar.

Chatting and laughing, they passed through the dimly lit black market as if strolling through a night bazaar.

Beatrice pressed her upper body against Alianna, nestling against her sister like a hanging ornament, and even pouted her lips affectionately.

"Sister Anna..."

Alianna’s complexion was as gloomy as a light-extinguished darkness, her eyebrows furrowed as she endured the discomfort from her clingy younger sister’s presence.

"No."

"Eh? Why not?"

"No."

"You didn’t even let me finish..."

"No."

"Sister! Is ’no’ the only word you can say?" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"No... Lyle is back."

"..."

Everyone’s gaze shifted to Lyle, who integrated naturally with the group despite Beatrice’s inexplicable glare.

"Sorry, I’m late."

"You arrived just in time," Alianna’s voice was filled with vivid urgency as she grabbed Lyle’s hand and wedged him between the two sisters, "Beatrice needs your assistance."

This was an obvious act of shirking responsibility, but Lyle could only helplessly shrug in response to the murderous gaze Beatrice shot at him.

The vampire proprietress, as radiant as ever tonight, had let down her neatly coiffed updo to reveal shoulder-length black hair that partly covered her neck as pale as a column of jade, an enticement for the men to consider lifting it.

But Lyle wouldn’t do such a thing.

Because if you dare to bring your palm close to Beatrice’s neck, she would plant a kiss on your neck, leaving two punctures oozing blood in the midst of your terror.

Beatrice wasn’t dressed in her usual flowing gown, which was typically her everyday attire. Today, she wore black leather pants with durable belts encasing her legs, adding a hunter’s wildness to the enchanting femme fatale.

However, all of this allure’s charm, for Lyle, was merely disdain.

Beautiful blood-colored pupils like a shy young girl, never made eye contact with Lyle, leaving only the hollow whites.

The tsking sound from within her blood-red lips was as timely as the ticking second hand of a clock.

Once Beatrice finished expressing her disdain, the two finally began a normal conversation.

"If I can assist, Beatrice."

"Ah— Although it’s annoying, you’re just fit for the job," Beatrice picked up a corner of Lyle’s outfit between two fingers, "Next, you’re going to follow me."

Lyle didn’t respond, nor did Beatrice seek his opinion.

Following the crowd, the group made their way to the central district.

The Rock Puppets that maintained traffic order had been removed long ago, the rampaging Stone Puppets probably wouldn’t be able to manage the chaos at the scene. The crowd was densely packed, nearly every space filled with onlookers, like sardines crammed into a tin.

"Has the entire city’s population gathered here!" Lyle shouted, experiencing a storm in the sea of people as Beatrice, like an anchor of a battered ship, pulled him deeper into the throng.

"A portion of it. Many visitors have already returned to their dwellings, and I believe Andrei Academy has done the same. However, the number remaining to participate in the flying competition is still significant."

Lyle felt Beatrice’s nails digging into his flesh, and with a final scream, he was swallowed by the crowd.

"A flying competition?"