Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 552 - 505: The Delusional Commission

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This is the situation, some kind of connection between the three sisters influenced their feelings towards Lyle, and it was unclear which sister initiated these emotions. Still, both Alianna and Helena made the same moves.

They had guided Beatrice’s affections for Lyle, and Alianna made no secret of her ulterior motive for arranging Beatrice and Lyle to go to Degonris together, while an anticipative Beatrice didn’t resist.

The overwhelming chaos of emotions that Lyle perceived were, in fact, a scheme orchestrated by the Naslan sisters.

The inherited mischief of the Naslan family made either Beatrice or Helena withhold the truth. Perhaps pranking was something both sisters delighted in.

Even now, Lyle had not fully recovered from his bewilderment.

This led to...

"Boss, that’s the Skeletal Growth Agent!"

Screams of manipulation echoed through the Necromancer Figure Club.

In front of Lyle, a huge bone tree with multiple segments burst through the stone wall, burying a group of Liches under the collapsing bricks, once again proving that there was no absolute safety in Andrey, not even in a corner of the room.

The experimental bone section was growing in both directions; the wooden surface of the experimenting table below was cracked with runes, and the growing bone spurs shared a large hole, penetrating down to the ground. If it weren’t for the fact that the rooms in Andrey were separate spaces, the club downstairs would probably have had to climb up this bone tree to fight someone by now.

Lyle looked at the glass vial in his hand, half-filled with a greyish-white solution—it was a concentrated liquid coaxed by the Spirit Summoning Skill for the second time, and his distraction had evidently led to the bone’s excessive growth.

Such wildly grown bone segments clearly would not meet the clients’ demands and were fragile after taking shape.

With a press of his finger on a smaller, sideways-turned bone fragment, the whole bone tree collapsed with a roar, scattering bone fragments everywhere.

White Bone Construction.

This was Lyle’s new project he was working on.

Perhaps owing to the Spine Wheel making a splash among other races, some began to take notice of the unique culture of the Liches, and white bone construction and some bone crafts began to appear in the markets of the City of Wandering.

The trend of Pseudo-Undead Construction had begun to flourish, but obviously, living beings did not wish to use their ancestors’ relics to build apartments, so the orders for the Necromancer Figure Club had increased.

Lyle was preparing some white bone crafts, intending to use the bone growth to form a small tree, but the rod-like structure seemed to have a vendetta against him. Even if he used twenty times the concentration of collagen extracts to bind the joints, the bones seemed to have a mind of their own. Incidentally, the spines did too. The graduate project for advanced White Bone Spirit Summoning involved creating a mutated bone monster or a dark abyss combat machine. Lyle was indeed capable of creating a qualify Skeleton Behemoth with his third talent.

However, the chaotic nature of the Evil God seemed to affect his abilities, and he didn’t even have a single vertebra that was less than a thirty-degree angled bend. His previous promise to offer multispecies life experiences to the Liches also had to be declared bankrupt. Unless the Liches didn’t mind being a hunched-over malformed elf or a harpy with wings too deformed to spread for flight, this obviously did not fit Lyle’s aesthetic, and his own grotesque creations were almost driving him to compulsive distress.

Lyle had consulted Mister Dragon for advice and was told it was a matter of having too much talent but relatively weak manipulation skills. Just like that one forbidden modification class, if Lyle wanted a breakthrough in this area, he had to increase his White Bone Knowledge separately.

Mister Dragon was indeed willing to share his experiences, but he was now unusually preoccupied with even more important matters, and had other teachers take over his classes. Although the reduction in classroom brawls was indeed an exciting change.

But the students always worried that one day Mister Dragon would return in triumph, making up for all the missed beatings.

All of that was just idle chatter.

The key issue now was that Lyle needed new knowledge, a method to arrange the bones in an orderly fashion.

Lyle noticed Mister Shiny picking up the bone fragments that had fallen to the ground.

"What do you intend to do with these bone fragments, Shiny?"

"Hand them over to the Spider Demon Tailor of the City of Wandering. You know, boss, the Lich style is in fashion now, and Mister Silver Thread of Silk Way is designing a new outfit that needs lots of bone fragments. The ones you made are thin, white, and reflect light very well."

"But they are quite weighty. Who would want to wear a suit as heavy as armor and with a... well, impact could even injure them with these bone piece clothes."

"Don’t know," Shiny shrugged, "Maybe they’ve found a Giant Monster model stupid enough."

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Manipulation walked over to Lyle, expressing his worries about the Liches craze.

"Why? Being beloved, I think, is the first step for Liches to make friends with other races."

"The biggest difference between Liches and other clans is...those crafts come from themselves."

"Now those people are only interested in Bone Fragments, but next, they might take an interest in our phalanges, spines, and skulls. Moreover, Liches don’t pay much attention to losing these body parts. This further emboldens their arrogance."

Lyle nodded, "So your suggestion is, we should establish an organization similar to a Liches Protection Association? Without trade, there would be no upgrades? Each Bone Rod represents a Liche’s part replacement?"

"...As far as I know, aside from some warlike races, most of those who make crafts from Liches come from society’s opposition battles, selling the losers, which is also a new trend sparked by Andrey."

"So are Liches bringing about their own end..."

This death-bound race has no salvation, yet paradoxically, death signifies the rebirth of Liches. Unless they kill all the living, they will keep coming inexhaustibly.

Flexibility pushed open Lyle’s laboratory door, his face looking quite poor, and reported some bad news to Lyle.

"Plague Doctor boss, our Necromancer Figure Club has got a competitor. Sales of Spine Wheel have dropped by ten percent, a new fashion trend is quietly rising...

"Great job, finally no need to work overtime on those repetitive bone cultivation tasks, eh?"

Lyle cheered for a moment, then regained his seriousness under the gaze of the other three.

"Spill it, Flexibility, who are we up against this time?"

Flexibility took a deep breath.

"Mechanical Divine Sect."

Lyle was stunned for a moment; the term sounded vaguely familiar.

"What kind of organization is that?"

"A group of peculiar spellcasters studying metal and lightning, their products are taking over our Necromancer Figure Club market. They call themselves Robert, the Robert Family."

Lyle scratched his head, it was becoming more and more familiar.

"That, do you guys know anything about this Mechanical Divine Sect?"

"Yeah, that’s my home."

From outside the collapsed wall, a voice came through.

Mr. Delusion’s mechanical body, clad in that Roman-era robe, stepped through the broken bricks and entered.

"Long time no see, Lyle."

"Enemy!" "Dead man!" "Traitor!"

"Long time no see, Mr. Delusion. Is there a reason you’ve come to the Necromancer Figure Club?"

"A commission."

Mr. Delusion bowed slightly.

"I represent the Mechanical Divine Sect, I have a commission for Mister Plague Doctor personally."