Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 513: Easter Egg - : The Healing Shadow_3

Brandi thought he must have heard wrong. "What?"

Veraliz slowly lowered her paws, the pupils in her eyes had shrunk to the extreme, and smoke was billowing from her head.

"Are there more muscles? Bring on more, I love to watch."

Shock, moved, a mix of complex emotions converged in Brandi’s chest, just like the excited throbbing of his pectoral muscles!

"My noble guest! Lady Veraliz!! As a pure maid, how can I refuse your request!!!!"

"Wallyland! Sandra! Gelibatos!"

Three muscular men in maid outfits stood around the black cat Veraliz.

"At your service! Maid leader!!!"

"Show Lady Veraliz our enthusiasm!!!!"

"Yes!!" Clothes burst open, fragments fluttering, Veraliz was surrounded by bulging pectoral muscles.

"Ahhh!!!" A scream mixed with shyness and surprise squeezed through the gaps in the muscles.

Outside the Pure Maid Café, a gentleman stood at the corner of the storefront, picking up the ring in his hand for the last time to emphasize his arrangement.

"Please, Mister Cuisine, make sure it’s delivered on time."

The gentleman ended the call, moved a few steps, and pushed open the door of the Pure Maid Café.

Then he saw four nearly naked muscle men in various muscle-showcasing poses around the black cat.

"What happened here?"

"Avonreiter! Mr. Brandi... no! Mrs. Brandi and her friends are amazing!!! Is this the epitome of male creatures? Wild physique and tender hearts!!! Wow!!! I don’t know what’s come over me, I feel like I’m on fire, I feel like I’m going to faint! Come and support me, Avonreiter!!!"

The gentleman cradled Veraliz, who was limp like jelly, in his arms, the flesh disguise showing an amused expression.

"That’s lust, Veraliz, you’ve reached maturity."

"Avonreiter, let me see your muscles! Do you also have a strong body that can burst out of your clothes? Let me touch your muscles!"

Mr. Gentleman pinched the back of Veraliz’s neck, smiling as he explained.

"I am a Lich now, dear Veraliz, the only thing that could possibly burst through my clothes is a herniated disc, at best. Although the flesh disguise can indeed instantly shape water-injected muscles, that is surely not the healthy body you desire." The gentleman pinched his chin, "So Veraliz likes muscles... But muscles, for Liches and the Death Witch, are rare curiosities, she probably hasn’t had much contact with them."

Today, then, let’s satisfy her.

The gentleman stepped on a chair and climbed onto the table, barely towering over the robust Pure Maids, holding Veraliz in his hands, the other hand reaching into his clothing, starting to throw money.

"Hey! Maids!!! My friend, Veraliz, is very interested in your bodies! I’m covering the expenses for this store today!! Let your mistress, Miss Vira, have a good look at you!! Maids! Revel in your freedom!!"

The gentleman’s provocative voice, accompanied by the sound of coins, echoed throughout the maid café.

Happy roars and the ripping of fabrics rose and fell in the entire space.

"Muscle Liberation!!!"

In an instant, the jungle of muscles rose from the ground, and Veraliz’s laughter never ceased throughout the revelry.

Andrei Academy, Holy Light Culinary Society.

Chief Chef Mister Cuisine agreed to the gentleman’s request, turned around, and looked with admiration at the towering figure sitting at the center.

"Lord Raymond." Today, the deity of the Culinary Society deigned to make a rare visit.

"Do you have an urgent matter, Mister Cuisine?"

"Not urgent, Lord Raymond, just a simple request from the gentleman of the Literary Society."

The Literary Society, the gentleman, familiar terms piqued the interest of the Calamity of Holy Light.

"The gentleman, what kind of request did that fellow like you make?"

"A commission for a birthday cake."

"A birthday cake? Whose birthday cake?"

Mister Cuisine tried hard to recall that request, the gentleman’s requirements were a bit vague, but he still reported to Raymond word for word.

"Mr. Gentleman has entrusted me to make the most exquisite Holy Light cake that poses no harm to the Shadow by sunset today, saying it’s a surprise."

A birthday cake prepared for a wielder of dark powers, someone close to the gentleman.

Raymond’s mind flashed, he slapped his large hand down, and a familiar figure emerged in his mind.

"It’s George!"

Mr. Dark, Ethereal, a powerful Shadow, the gentleman’s boss, all conditions fit.

"Today is George’s birthday? How come I don’t remember it being today?" Raymond understood the discrepancy as his own neglect towards his brother; having opposed dark and the afterlife for many years, the long-standing animosity and brawling must have caused his impression of the once Angel of Fire to deviate a little.

Raymond felt a bit ashamed and thought he needed to do something.

To attend George’s birthday surprise party was Raymond’s first thought, which was then dismissed. George’s hostility towards him meant that his presence would definitely lead to a fight, but if he couldn’t be there in person, then how should Raymond express his blessings? Speaking of which, where did George run off to? Ever since he left the Church of Holy Light, Raymond had scoured the whole of Andrei Academy without seeing a trace of his shadow.

"Lord Raymond, is there a problem with this birthday cake?"

Raymond stared at Mister Cuisine, nodding his head.

"You don’t have to make it, I will make this birthday cake."

"Yes."

Raymond approached the cooking table, intending to use this blessed birthday cake to awaken the fraternal bond between darkness and himself and, by the way, purify the corrupted George.

"To remind that son of a bitch of the joy of being an angel."