The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!-Chapter 632 - 5: Fifth Squad, Part 2

"I’m floating in the air, no need to be light, there won’t be any sound," Simon shrugged.

"Erwin? You’re back a bit late today, dinner’s on the table." Bart’s voice came from the living room.

"Okay, father," Erwin shouted back, "I’ll eat later."

"I think I just heard someone else’s voice. Did someone come over?" Bart’s voice grew closer.

"No, father, no one did!" Erwin shrieked in panic.

Before the words finished falling, Bart had already poked his head out from the living room, facing the floating Simon. They were only a meter apart at most.

In an instant, both sides were stunned.

Erwin, unable to stop his father, widened his eyes in terror, while Simon floated in mid-air as if nothing had happened.

Bart’s expression began to twist at a visible speed.

Silence, a brief silence.

"Ah—!" Quickly, a scream erupted, "What did you bring back—!"

Amidst this resonating voice, several neighbors’ lights around came on.

Following Erwin’s formal initiation as a knight, there was big news in the Schmidt family again—Erwin brought a ghost home.

Well, there will be conversation topics for tea tomorrow.

...

"So, this gentleman is Archbishop... Lord Simon?" Bart, endlessly wiping cold sweat, alternated between sycophantic smiles and fear, his expression indescribably awkward.

"Yes. Lord Simon is here to assist me in forming the Silver Moon Knight Fifth Squad," Erwin replied expressionlessly.

"Silver Moon Knight Fifth Squad?"

"I’ve just been promoted to the Squad leader of the Silver Moon Knight Fifth Squad, as of today. This set I’m wearing is my new armor. It might be standard armor, but I’m not quite sure yet."

"Uh... This news is really great." Bart glanced at Simon, continuing to sweat profusely, "Lord Simon, to be honest, I’m still a bit dizzy. Not quite sure what the Silver Moon Knight Fifth Squad is... but it sounds like a nice position. It’s great news, absolutely great news. I’m very happy, really."

He continued wiping his sweat after speaking.

Expressionless... oh no, it should be said, impossible to have expressions, Simon silently watched Bart, floating in place cross-legged.

"Sorry, truly sorry." After wiping sweat twice more, Bart continued, "I know my behavior might be a bit... impolite, but please believe, it’s because I’m excited. Absolutely not because I have any... peculiar views on Liches. Really, please believe me. Would you like a drink? I happen to have some fine white wine."

"Liches don’t drink."

"Then do you need something to eat? You just arrived, maybe you’re hungry, I still have some pastries in the kitchen."

"Liches also don’t eat, I am a Lich."

"Uh... alright, sorry, truly sorry. I’m just too nervous." The sweat on Bart’s face was almost forming a waterfall, "Then... is there anything I can do for you?"

Simon replied with his hoarse and slightly eerie voice: "Prepare a room for me; from today, I’ll be staying at your house."

"Stay, stay... at my house?" Bart’s voice changed a bit while saying this, as if he could cry at any moment.

"Not welcome?" Simon asked.

"No, of course welcome! Very welcome! I’ll prepare a room for you right away!" Bart spoke hurriedly, stood up in panic, and reached for the oil lamp. Before even touching the oil lamp, he tripped over the low table and fell to the ground with a "clunk."

"Ow! Who put the low table here? Oh right, it was me... my goodness! Sorry! I’ll go now, right away! Back soon! Please wait a moment!"

Scrambling up from the ground, Bart finally grabbed the oil lamp, then stumbled out. He even banged his head on the door on the way out of the hall.

Anyhow, he finally left, albeit temporarily.

Simon turned his head expressionlessly to look at him: "That’s your father?"

"Yes." Erwin replied expressionlessly.

...

Under the night sky, a gentle breeze blew.

Almost every window of the Schmidt neighbors had someone standing behind it, peering out anxiously. At the slightest movement, you could hear "pa!" as all the windows slammed shut.

The atmosphere was extremely eerie.

...

The Schmidt house always had a guest room ready, prepared for visiting distant clients, so tidying it up was quick.

Half an hour later, Bart led Simon into a bedroom.

An eighteen-square-meter bedroom, the largest one in the Schmidt household.

A big bed with clean sheets. A south-facing window. A desk, a chair. A bookshelf filled with decorative books, and a wardrobe.

A simple, straightforward room.

"Here it is, Lord Simon. Do you like it?" Bart said earnestly while wiping his sweat. "If you’re not satisfied, I can arrange another room for you immediately. There’s a rather nice inn nearby. I could..."

"No, I’m quite satisfied."

"You needn’t be."

"I’m really satisfied."

Bart hesitated, eventually gritting his teeth and saying: "As long as you’re satisfied, then... rest early! Good night!"

Having said this, he turned and ran away as if flying. He used all his strength to close the door.

A little while later, he seemed to remember that he left his son behind, reopened the door: "Erwin, hurry out, don’t disturb Lord Simon’s rest!"

"We still have things to discuss," Erwin replied helplessly.

"You still have things to discuss? Okay... then discuss them. I’m going to sleep first! Good night!"

After saying this, "clunk," the door closed again.

From start to finish, Bart didn’t dare to glance at Simon.

Only Simon and Erwin were left in the room, staring at each other silently.

"Sorry, my father is just an ordinary commoner," Erwin shrugged and said, "I don’t know if it’s appropriate to say this, but although people’s views on Liches have changed and no longer hostile, there’s still fear. I hope you don’t mind."

"No, I don’t mind. It’s only natural for humans to fear us; it’s been that way for thousands of years. We’ve long been used to it."

"Thank you for understanding." Nodding, Erwin leaned back, pulled up a chair, and sat down. After sitting down, he suddenly remembered something, quickly stood up, looked at Simon, with flickering eyes.

Moonlight slanted through the window. A skeleton in the white robe of the White Bone Holy Light Church floated in the air, giving an always creepy feeling.

This feeling wasn’t just present in others; Erwin felt it too. He was merely trying to overcome it.

The atmosphere remained equally awkward.

Floating in mid-air, Simon moved slightly, a "crackling" sound coming from his bones, then floated cross-legged above the bed, gazed at Erwin, touched his chin, and said: "Speak, what’s your plan, what support do you need from me? This is important; I’m more interested in knowing what I need to do."

"Actually... I haven’t completely figured it out yet. This matter came too suddenly." Erwin stammered, "I’m completely unprepared, and I don’t know how to organize it. Especially without Miss Yilin’s help, I don’t have enough prestige in White City. If there’s anything that needs to be done right now... it’s probably understanding the equipment. I don’t even know how to use this set of equipment. Also, based on magic equipment, what kind of equipment can the Fifth Squad obtain, these are what I need to understand. Only then will I know what kind of people I should organize, and what kind of tasks we can undertake."

Simon quietly looked at Erwin.

Erwin continued: "That’s all I can think of for now, I need some time, maybe quite a lot. I hope you can give me that."

After a long silence, Simon waved his hand and said: "Of course, I’m certainly willing to give you time. After all, I’m here to assist you. Just follow your ideas; I’m only responsible for assisting you."

Upon hearing this, Erwin finally breathed a sigh of relief.