Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 486 - 448 Naslan’s Hospitality

Young Master Kevin’s life habits were even more blissful than Lyle had imagined. His sleep was like a petty and cunning usurer—any missed sleep would always be retrieved with interest.

After cultivating Acrophobia at the top levels of the castle with Alianna, watching the ghostly dog Chai and Nia frolic around on the ranch, protecting the panicked flock while the dog plowed the fields, they would finally come to that graveyard, where generations of Naslan’s people were buried.

Lyle often wandered here, especially after the ominous premonition woke up. The dark shadows would always draw Lyle’s body toward the cold graveyard. Waving to the expressionless transparent spiritual bodies in the cemetery, Lyle walked to the stone sarcophagus with the engraved tombstone.

[Alianna Naslan & Lyle Butler]

Moss filled the engraved fonts on the tombstone, some nightshades leaned against the beautiful patterns on the stone coffin, sunlight was crushed by the green shade, scattered in the dark shade of death, merging with the icy quietness.

It was indeed a very bizarre scene, yet Lyle had to admit, the gloomy spectacle of death before him struck a chord in his heart.

Until the shadow in his mind devoured those wonderful sensations.

The black pupil in the right eye began to spread over the white of the eye, as if the chocolate was peeling off the shiny silver foil paper.

The voice of the omen echoed in his ears.

"Finally, free from that woman’s surveillance," the voice that was identical to Lyle’s was distorted by dissatisfaction and resentment into a monstrous roar.

"Madam Helena has no ill intent toward us, I even thought you were just being shy," Lyle teased his other self lightheartedly. Nia was still frolicking on the grass with Chai, and Lyle, with nothing better to do, stroked Medusa’s serpentine body. The coldness of the scales under his fingertips was pleasantly soothing.

"Showing gratitude for the lion’s charity is something rabbits do," black malice began to engulf his body from Lyle’s sleeve, "I will not tolerate someone looking down on me while feeling perfectly justified."

"Give me your body... for two hours..."

Lyle did not resist, "By the way, if you have time, could you finish the homework assigned by Professor Troy in Soul Studies? You know I am not good at Soul Studies, but you are different..."

Before Lyle’s will fell into a slumber, he received a reply from the omen.

"I am not interested in your teacher-student game."

"Soul Studies? That’s just our instinct."

Lyle was quite happy about the existence of the omen, especially after regaining control of his body and discovering those new knowledge had naturally settled in his memory. There was no brain-ache from long study, the foreign yet familiar knowledge felt as if it belonged to his own thoughts, perhaps this is the joy of effortless gain.

Having a negative self in his mind, to Lyle, was an interesting experience, a perspective distinct from his own that always led to groundbreaking thoughts. Even as the rumors of the mad Doctor spread throughout Andrey.

When the sun had sunk halfway below the horizon, the Specter maid brought the news of Kevin’s awakening.

The shadows turned into a backward flowing spring and crawled back over the body as the refreshed Lyle walked forward, ready to greet his friend.

Kevin adapted much quicker to being attended by servants than Lyle did.

He stood in the guest room, his eyes sparkling with excitement. A deep red gown with golden thread first climbed up his body. Then, seemingly dissatisfied, the floating gown tore apart, and a needle with thread rewove through the torn fabric.

"Cool!" The dancing gowns spun around Kevin, his laughter and exclamations served as the only music to this silent dance.

The sound of Lyle’s footsteps made Kevin turn his head, Lyle’s outfit had already been changed into formal attire, he leaned on the doorframe, his gaze shifting from the weaving in the air to Kevin.

"All the men’s clothing here is made to my size, Kevin, you’ve gained weight."

"Please call it ’strong,’ I’m quite satisfied with my figure." Kevin waved his hands, jokingly dodging the sleeves reaching for his wrists, "Hey! Lyle, did you see that? These clothes are capturing my arms; they seem alive!"

Yes, they were "alive," they could react to your movements, Kevin, and they were about to get pissed off at you.

In Lyle’s spiritual perception, the paralyzed expressions of the spectral maidservants were gradually contorting; the biggest changes were the knitted brows and the teeth that were about to be bared.

This human is courting death.

"There’s no need to hide anymore, girls. Kevin, those helping you dress are spectral maidservants; you should restrain yourself a bit before they go berserk on you."

Four or five transparent images appeared in front of him, their defeated faces almost pressing against Kevin’s skin, the icy breath was like someone opening a refrigerator and hitting him full on, and the ghosts holding clothes in front of him successfully quieted Kevin down.

"...Hi! Beautiful girls..."

Kevin, sweating coldly, greeted them with all his might, and finally, those icy gazes no longer focused on his face. The maids continued their work, and their guest became much more cooperative.

But this compliance was temporary, and the restlessness was merely suppressed.

After the spectral maidservants touched him inadvertently, Kevin became extremely interested in the servants of this castle.

"Are all servants in mage families this magical?"

"Naslan is special."

"They feel like cool silk to me, a very comfortable sensation. They can understand me, right? She just glanced at me."

"To them, you are also a special guest, Kevin."

"Can they speak, make sounds? I’ve heard that ghosts need to enter dreams to communicate with people."

That question, Lyle really couldn’t answer, because Naslan’s specters had never talked. Even though they could perfectly receive commands from him and the Naslan sisters, these servants seemed to be trying hard to minimize their presence; let alone speech, they rarely made a sound.

"Idiot."

That cool voice came from behind Lyle—it was a manifesting spectral maidservant, her puffed-up skirt and ribbons on her arms significantly larger than those of a normal maid, marking her status, and that familiar face had shown many emotions in front of Lyle before.

Monica, the head of the Naslan maidservants, originally Alianna’s personal maidservant, who had once teased Lyle.

Her clear enunciation echoed through the room, leaving Kevin stunned, and what remained on his face was not the shame and anger of insult, but the surprise of witnessing something magical.

"Lyle! Did you hear that? She’s insulting me! Hey! Miss, could you repeat that?"

Monica narrowed her eyes, elegantly drifting a small step towards the door. The disdain on her face and the hurtful action, combined with approachable speech, resulted in a sweet critical hit.

"Scumbag."