Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 505 - 467: Unexpected

When Mr. Nameless approached Kevin again, his condition looked terrible. Three large holes had been torn in the front of his robe, and though the velvet lining inside prevented Kevin from seeing the wounds, the three breaches had turned blackish-red from the blood. Mr. Nameless’s expression remained calm, the minor cuts on his face already scabbed over—such a strong coagulation response. He seemed to want to stand as straight as before, but his twisted stance made them both realize that his left leg had fractured. From the vague outline beneath the robe, Kevin could only imagine a leg bone twisted out of shape.

"Mr. Nameless, you need treatment."

Before Kevin could get closer, he saw Mr. Nameless grasp his long robe and then the leg that was bent at a thirty-degree angle beneath. With several snapping sounds, Mr. Nameless straightened his own leg. The bone’s chilling cracks made Kevin shiver, and he looked admiringly at the tough man before him. Mr. Nameless, expressionless, stood up straight, completely ignoring the bloodstain on his clothes and the two bloodied handprints that were his own.

"I am fine, Kevin."

"...I studied medicine for a few years, Mr. Nameless." Kevin subconsciously stressed in a soft voice out of awe for Mr. Nameless’s toughness.

"That is indeed good to know, Kevin." Perhaps it was an illusion, but Mr. Nameless seemed to unintentionally cover the wounds with the fabric.

"Your leg is broken; even if it’s set perfectly, you will need a brace to correct it, or you will live with significant difficulty for the rest of your life." Kevin once again hinted at offering help.

"I am a mage, Kevin. I understand my own injuries better than you do, but thank you for your concern."

"What about those three wounds? You need to treat them, or gangrene and tetanus might claim your life."

"Thank you for your concern, Kevin, but I am not injured."

"Your wounds are bleeding."

"That is just paranoia and something Mr. Scholar left on me; I only got my clothes scratched a bit."

I don’t believe you for a second. Kevin could only interpret Mr. Nameless’s refusal as an excessively strong self-preservation instinct, and he did not press further for treatment, although Mr. Nameless looked as pale as a corpse at that moment.

"We still have to enter the Magic Research Society to look for clues from Mr. Scholar, Kevin. Time is pressing."

"Alright, let me have a look."

The doors of the Magic Research Society were now in ruins, shattered by bone spurs, not to mention the walls and floors, which were indistinguishable from one another.

Kevin and Mr. Nameless’s lingering had caught the attention of Mr. Law, who had already wrapped up two criminals. Out of a sense of guilt for the indirect harm previously done to Mr. Nameless, Mr. Law approached them.

"The door has been destroyed. If you are here to visit the Magic Research Society, please come again later."

"When is later?" Kevin could only hope that "later" would not be too late.

"Whenever Mr. Jing, the President, realizes he is trapped and opens another gate," Mr. Law shrugged. "Judging by Mr. Jing’s sense of time, it should be between one week and one month."

"More than a week? By then, Lyle might be done for."

"Lyle?" Familiar words triggered Mr. Law’s recollection of his mentor’s entrustment. "Are you friends of the Plague Doctor? What happened to Junior Brother Plague Doctor?"

Hope rekindled in Kevin’s heart.

"Lyle is in grave danger right now, and we need Mr. Scholar’s help. Mr. Law, can you contact Mr. Scholar?"

Mr. Law spread his hands, showing his helplessness.

"I can’t contact Mr. Scholar either, sorry. He left word that he was attending a significant conference about the Dragon Priest. So, his whereabouts are as unknown to me as they are to you." Mr. Law’s iron gauntlets clanked sonorously on his arm. "If the situation is urgent, I can abandon my law enforcement duties to rescue Junior Brother Plague Doctor. Tell me, what exactly is wrong with him?"

"He broke into a vampire encampment. Without rescue, there are only two outcomes for him: either he becomes a vampire, or he dies."

"That’s it?" The voice behind the iron mask sounded quite relaxed, even carrying a hint of exaggerated surprise and complaint.

"But, Lyle will die."

"Then let him die."

"?" Kevin fell silent. This self-proclaimed Senior Lyle was some kind of monster, how could he say such a thing so nonchalantly.

Mr. Law was also wondering in his heart whether these two were deliberately provoking trouble in Andrey. Did Liches fear death? Vampires like fresh blood, and it was almost impossible for a Liche to be on a vampire’s menu. The so-called urgent situation from these two couldn’t move Mr. Law at all.

On one hand was the criticism of Mr. Law’s cold blood, on the other the suspicion of Kevin causing trouble; ultimately, Kevin did not receive Mr. Law’s help, and their conversation ended pleasantly with Nameless’s assistance.

"Are all people from Andrey this cold-blooded?" Kevin complained to Nameless, feeling somewhat indignant.

"..." Nameless pondered for a moment, trying to come up with a lengthy vocabulary that would allow Kevin to understand the inherent indifference and the unconventional values of Liches, while also keeping their identity concealed.

Then he found it too troublesome and gave up explaining.

"Yes, the people of Andrey are mostly indifferent and obsessed with knowledge. It’s hard to find someone here who will sincerely help you, except for me."

"..."

It was said that most Necromancers lost their humanity, and this rumor seemed partly founded.

Though a bit disheartened, Kevin pulled himself together again.

"Mr. Nameless, let’s go seek help from Mr. Raymond. Lyle once said that Mr. Raymond’s enthusiasm is as vast as his power."

Nameless internally rolled his eyes.

Mr. Raymond, huh... For the pure ones he sets his sights on, Mr. Raymond’s enthusiasm is probably just as overwhelming as his power... suffocating people.

"Alright, the Church of Holy Light is this way..."

The path to the Church of Holy Light was actually easy to find; you just had to stand at a corner and head towards the place where the light was brightest. Perhaps due to some magic, even the blazing light of explosions outside could not disturb the brightness of the Church of Holy Light, which was one of the most populated areas of Light Bats in all of Andrey. Mr. Raymond’s perfectionist approach to church construction was one aspect, but as glowing magical creatures, Light Bats exhibited phototaxis, and the Church of Holy Light was undoubtedly the safest place in Andrey, for the rest might suffer destruction at the hands of the church’s owner.

Even though they were made of the same stone, the brick walls of the Church of Holy Light seemed to shine like sparkling crystals, akin to crystal. Kevin had seen such a thing before—at the Cassandra Dawn Church’s ceiling where a weapon said to belong to a certain crusader legion commander was suspended. His weapon glowed all over, turning into a beautiful crystal sword. The priest guiding Kevin had said it was a process called sanctification, the magnificent manifestation of a valiant Paladin’s lifetime.

And here, the entire church was sanctified...

Kevin slowly came to believe the grapes’ words—there was a God of Holy Light in Necromancy Academy.

With reverence in his heart, Kevin knocked on the massive doors, huge as the gates of heaven.

The door slowly opened.

Kevin was excited; he was very curious about what the majestic presence of the God of Holy Light would be like. And then, from behind the door that leaked a sliver of light, a pitch-black head sneakily peeked through amidst the brilliance.

"Mr. Raymond?"

The shadowy figure glanced around and then, draped in bandages, slunk out stealthily and shut the Gate of Holy Light.

"Raymond? Wrong! It is I, Dark huh!!"