Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 144 The Story of Erion
A slender gentleman strolled along the brick and stone path, his steps were light, and the sound of his cane hitting the stone brick was like playing a lute.With a silk lining and a flannel coat, he took out a white handbag and stuffed a one-meter-long cane into the palm-sized pocket.

He has arrived.

Nodding towards the air under the square stone bricks, he knocked on the nanmu door.

With the sound of footsteps coming from behind the door, and the clash of chain mail, a tin woodman opened the door for himself.

Rhett made a muffled sound from his iron helmet, like the breathing of a sleeping giant.

"You're late, Irina, after your appointed time."

Irina stood down and put it on the round hat, stroking the white feathers on it and apologizing, "Sorry, Rhett, I trouble you to come out and open the door for me yourself."

It wasn't until Irina walked into the aisle completely that Rhett grabbed the delicate little handle that looked like a teacup handle and slammed the door hard.This is not an emotional problem, it's just that he is naturally stronger. "It's never been more comfortable for me, you know, I don't get along with the nagging gentlemen in there."

Irina patted the shoulder armor of his rough companion, and said with a smile, "Don't be like this, Rhett, if those gentlemen know that the founder of Deria called them masters, they will probably be ashamed to the grave."

The joke obviously amused Rhett, and there was a strange quiver in his iron armor, and the gentleman, trying to keep it serious, decided to change the subject, "You're late, which is rare for you who are punctual."

"There's some personal business to attend to. I'm done with it."

Opening the thick red curtain, Yi Ruien saw those gentlemen.

The "Old Master" in dark green clothes became the focus of everyone. He stood on the round table in the center, with one foot on the chair and one arm raised in the air, as if he was grasping the poetry of a hazy dream, or a shooting star. The same flash of bright inspiration.But in reality, catching vines is what he does best, so he just told a classic dirty joke.Classic crude content never goes out of style, and he got applauded and cheered by the audience, which is a pretty happy ending, isn't it?

Like a general who has won a battle, Echelle walked down from the height and gave Irina a hug.

"My old friend, your presence makes the air much sweeter."

"Is every Ranger as eloquent as you, Etchel."

"Of course, in order to survive, every Ranger of Levithier must master at least four bird languages, of which sparrow language is compulsory, and those things are everywhere."

Irina didn't know how to answer, and the enthusiastic Echelle solved his problem with a question.

"You came late, Irion, and you put our friendship to the test."

Yi Ruien decided to go along with the old showman.

"I'm sorry, Eichel, how can I redeem our friendship?"

"Ha! I succeeded!" Echelle's sudden yelling made Irina a little stunned. He turned back and gave everyone high-fives one by one. In the bag, "I won, I am the king of gambling!"

There was a black line on Yi Ruien's face, "What did you bet on, and it has something to do with me."

"Your story, Ireen. As the creator of Memories of Twilight, you haven't told your own story, you haven't even told us your family, the country of Morocco we haven't heard of, you know, Twilight Memories of the Dead is the royal family of death that gathers almost all the kingdoms. And you, in our eyes, are still as mysterious as ever. Memories of Dusk is our sanctuary, Irion, we are grateful to you, and we want to know more You." Echelle's tone was sincere and sincere, but the topic changed, "You won't let your old friend lose all his gambling money, will you?"

Yi Ruien's palms overlapped, and a needle could be heard in the main hall at this moment.

"My story is not as interesting as you think. If you don't mind being bored, I don't mind telling it."

"You haven't heard the name of Morrokey, because the name itself carries a kind of secret knowledge. The same is true for our country. A country composed of magicians is more like a mysterious side. The country was broken ten years ago because...the last king felt that...managing the country wasted his magic research time, so the country was disbanded, and the king took the main city and ran away."

Touch, a loud noise attracted everyone's attention.Reid got up from the ground, and just now he heard the shocking news, causing himself, a veteran warrior, to capsize in the gutter.The crowd didn't blame Rhett, and they were quite surprised, but unconsciously, their awe of the mysterious leader decreased a lot.

"I am an archmage in such a country. I have survived in this world for about 300 years as a living person. As for the reason for my long lifespan, that is another story. Before my lifespan is about to When I arrived at the end, I had a premonition of all this. I explained all this to my descendants and made all the arrangements. Then I walked into the tomb I built for myself earlier and was buried with my wife who had been sleeping for a long time. .My grave goods are just my personal notes on my journey to the mystic, it’s like a copy of my life.”

"I fell into eternal sleep. I thought I would. But in fact, I have been a lich for a while, until Mr. Anderi's headmaster reawakened my sanity and invited me to join."

"The one that hurts me the most is probably my bad grandson."

"I sealed my tomb. Maybe I destroyed my tomb when I recovered, which caused some omissions in those magic organs. When I regained my sanity and revisited my old place, my tomb has become a ruin. I Dear Querai has been scattered all over the ground, and even some parts have been lost. My obsession was exacerbated by the anger of my dead wife who was desecrated. I, who was complex and possessed superb magic skills, easily recovered the magic image at that time."

"My grandson is very talented in magic. I didn't tell him the news of my death. I looked at the magic image, the little boy who was less than eight years old, noticed the hidden magic seal, and used himself Half magic detonated them."

"Irina, you mean that your grandson, out of curiosity, blew up his grandparents' graves?"

"Is there any problem?" Yi Ruien had a murderous look in his eyes.

"No, no, this kid is too unfilial, he should be dealt with properly."

"He's missing."

"Ah???? How did you lose it???"

"The impact of the explosion stunned him, and at that time, it happened to be the time when the king was running away with the main city. He might have escaped secretly, so my son didn't notice his disappearance."

"So your grandson is living on the street now, not knowing whether he is alive or dead??!"

"He's still alive, that's the only thing I'm sure about. As for the suffering he suffered outside, boy, it's good to suffer a little bit, after all, he's the grandson of the filial son who blew up his ancestor's grave."

"What you said is, Irina, I won two points for the money I won. I'm sorry for you. I will take good care of you brother in the future."

Irina glanced at him, and spit out a concise and infinitely useful word.

"roll."

(End of this chapter)