"By the way, I hope to organize a war meeting and have cordial exchanges with the leaders of all ethnic groups participating in the war against the evil gods." The dean knocked on the table, indicating the real effect of the special arrangement. "I promise that all traps, interference rituals in the courtyard have been removed, and the lurking personnel and experimental accidents, whether they have happened or are about to happen."

The dean's words were sincere, and his sincere appearance surprised the scholars.

"Do you want me to be a notary for this meeting?"

"I hope Mr. Scholar will be the head of this war conference. As far as facts are concerned, Andre's credibility has always been with the theory of danger. You are the most suitable middleman, and you have also prepared for the last war against the evil gods, and the Dragon Priest finally won."

But the peach was picked by the Holy Light and beaten half to death with the dragon. The scholar did not say it. The sensitivity of the Dean's relationship with the Holy Light is well known. The soul harvester's attitude towards the undead awakened by him is vague, which can be seen from his tough and belligerent attitude. But this is a plus. The anomaly of Andre Lich can empathize other races and promote them to face their common enemies. The external image of Andre Lich is slightly revived, which is worthy of happiness. He remembered the abnormality that contributed to all this, Lyle, and then felt relieved and satisfied with his risky decision.

"It will be my honor to unite all ethnic groups to unite with the enemy and unite as one." The scholar agreed to the dean's proposal that Andre Academy would be the best place to gather. Although it would be the most terrifying demon cave in some ethnic groups, it is an amazing achievement to drink and talk about the demon king in the demon cave. They will not refuse.

"By the way, Mr. Dean, wisely, have you come up with some valuable opinions for the war meeting? I will listen carefully." Increasing the participation of lichs in social activities, Mr. Scholar soon entered a state of diligence.

The dean smiled happily. He put down his work and clapped happily, "It's great. I do have a reluctant request. I hope the person who talked to the meeting can mention it in the meeting. If it is passed, it will definitely increase our chances of winning and combat effectiveness."

The scholar's eyes shine. The dean is a multi-faceted master of enchantment, spiritualism and alchemy. His unique and intelligent vision will definitely have the effect of turning the world around.

"Please say it."

"I hope our allies can accept Andre's war-breaking soldiers, reproduction of their troops, and ensure the sustainable development of combat effectiveness. They should be mentally prepared. I understand that it is a job that affects morale."

You will only greed for their bodies, right? Forget it if you die, don’t let go of the living!

Mr. Dean, no, the whole Andrey showed his attitude, and they trusted their abilities more than trusting their allies. The dead still retained the arrogance and presumptuousness of death, and the harmony of multiple races seems to have a long way to go.

The scholar sighed.

"I'll think that if we really have to face a desperate situation, I think they will understand."

The entire planet was swallowed up, and scouts from all ethnic groups were frightened when they saw the expansion of the Black Tide. The City of Wandering also received information about the evacuation of many races and returning to the original plane. It is not difficult to understand that fear is the most primitive and strongest emotion, and the most loyal dragon clan also brought a bit of tragic at this time, only the dead had no negative feedback. Perhaps Lair's research made them feel something, but they had already experienced death and what were they afraid of.

"How is the Savior?"

"It's very quiet. They either actively cooperate with combat readiness in the early stages, or they ignore the crisis and continue to operate, and they say they will provide support. They are already numb to the destruction of the world."

"Is Lyle too?" Mr. Scholar was worried about his mental state. "Whether he knew that Raymond was on the side. The worship of power deepened to a certain extent in human intelligence. The collapse at the top was like an avalanche."

The dean picked up the skull, his fingers stroked the smooth forehead and tapped it gently.

"I made a fake for him. He is a juvenile body and is the key to entering the battlefield. I can't wait for him to return to normal. Mr. Scholar, isolate him from us. This is the limit I can do."

"Maybe he needs a pastor."

"The priest is now a scarce resource, like a golden grain in the sand. Ms. Arian hid in the chapel. The Star Spirit said bluntly that she could not take care of herself at this time, and the fall of the holy light brought erosion to her. The human lighthouse has fallen."

"We have to expect family affection to be a good medicine."

...

She stepped on the steps and walked into the room step by step. The ghost maid bowed outside the house and Arianna waved her hand to disperse them. Pushing the door gently, she first checked for irregular bulges on the quilt.

Some, the middle of the quilt is raised high and occasionally shaking.

Arianna withdrew her hand, carefully, and slowly sat on the edge of the bed at the gentlest speed, putting her hand on.

"The alchemy mechanism that my father left in the dense forest has been activated, and the spreading fog has wrapped Nalanya. They will be fine. Before we fall, go back to see your uncle, I will accompany you."

The things in the quilt began to shake and soon the quilt flew away. Arianna avoided the quilt that was rushing, but she found that the things under the quilt were a little smaller than she expected.

"Nia wants to go! Niya is not sleepy anymore! She wants to go with Arianna!"

Ariana chuckled, without avoiding Niya's pounce, rubbing her face, and kissing the little girl.

"Where is Lyle?"

Niya stretched out her tentacles and pointed to the balcony.

"Walking out there, talking to the bad omen and phantoms."

"Okay, I'm over-thinking. Come on, Niya, we won't bother him." One big and the other small walked out of the room and closed the door. The only thing that could move here was the blown curtains. On the balcony on the other side, Lyle retracted his gaze from the door, leaned against the fence, tied with a flesh-and-blooded safety rope, looking at the calm lake of Naslan, unchanged and sparkling.

[We still have a chance of winning, don't worry.]

"I'm not worried. The production of figure workshops in those days made my nerves a little numb." Lyle looked at the shadow under his feet, because the flesh and blood that rushed out of his body increased the size of the shadow, and the shadow was not like himself at all.

[I thought you would be a little more anxious because...Lyle Boolet's usual way of dealing with it is to shake people.]

"It really surprised me that Mr. Raymond's disappearance, but I am not the only one of the Son of the Holy Light."

"But thank you for your comfort, I'm fine, really good."

【You're welcome, we're one.】

“…”

"Do you still have to pretend? The gentleman who is parasitic in my spirit. You are not a bad sign."

【I don't understand what you mean, Lyle.】

"Yaozhao is not as human as you. Unless it is a sarcasm, he will not use [Lyer] to emphasize the independence of individual consciousness. Our communication methods are limited to self-deprecating and polite gentlemen."

[Okay, but first of all, I have no malice. Maybe there was one before, but now there is no one. How did you find me? Just by speaking?]

"I do have many residents, bad omens, and phantoms in my spirit, but they all blend with my consciousness to a certain extent, just like my different personalities. I know what I have, and I know what I don't have."

[In other words, it was exposed at the beginning. It seems that I was still anxious. I thought you need a psychiatrist or a pastor now.]

"Can I be blessed to know your name, Mr. Pastor."

[Of course, Lyle, we are not without intersection. You must have heard of my name.]

【My name is Galaron Loshutal.】

When memories started working, Lyle remembered everything about the blood-red figure, and the last he was crushed by the bad omen. It seemed that it was not the last.

“…Angel of Water?”
Chapter completed!