Chapter 142: The Great Lich

What you see above is the face of Willy Shaw. Of course, calling that thing a "face" might be a little weird. To be more precise, what he saw was a thin and long feather. The feathers are burnt yellow, and the quills are not very straight. If they are thrown on the ground, they will be blown away as garbage.

Willie Shaw's face was on that garbage. Squeeze the two slit-like eyes at him - it's just an illusion. Reports do not have communication capabilities. That was just one of Willy Shaw's usual bad looks. There are many tomes surrounding the occultist. Either the standardized crystallized plate and five-string system used by Wei Xing Qi Noodles, or ordinary leather or wooden paper sealed in a copper or tin tube. The ink holder has several rows of ink with no extra functionality.

However, considering that Willy Shaw has restored his quill state, these simple and intuitive material structures may be more convenient for him to work.

joke. Willy Shaw hated work. It doesn’t matter if it’s inconvenient or not.

Dosmas took the report back into his arms and stood up with his wings against the wall. You can see the leprechaun's masterpiece on his body - the dark green stains. There is a small chance that they are vomited grass juice, but there is a high chance that... it is not vomited.

The CEO of the Terminal Office, or any of the current leaders of all demons, would feel extremely humiliated by the treatment just now.

But the expression on Dosmas' face didn't care, as if this was just a small price to pay for a precious treasure.

"Why do you want him?" Yi Cha frowned. The fresh herbal smell made him nauseous. "He no longer has the ability to rewrite the world. As the 'author', Willy Shaw has been eliminated. Now Willy Shaw is an ordinary structural creature. A quill.

All he can do is make up stories, play word games, comment on areas he doesn’t understand, praise himself or slander others. "

"Isn't this what an author should do?" Dosmas laughed.

They walked through the corridor. The passing leprechaun wiped his dirty hands on Dosmas' running hem. He popped their hats out of the window as a sign of friendship.

Icha is neither friendly nor interested in smiling. "You know what I mean."

"I know. Grandpa." Dosmas shrugged nonchalantly. "I can do this myself, right? But I can't do it myself. The stories of the universe legends must be recorded by dedicated people.

Isn’t that what the rules are? You do. That's the case with Kirkland. Veleder is like that. The same goes for single karabi. If I want to find a pen to record my legendary story. Who better to record your story than Willy Shaw? "

"OK."

Yi Cha clapped his hands as he walked to clear the way. "Rules. Devil likes to follow rules."

Dosmas glanced at him. "You don't like me very much, do you, Grandpa?"

"That's right."

"I knew it." Dosmas smiled.

They came to the trading floor. As expected, this place was smashed to pieces. The rickety creature in charge of the transaction was bent into a sickle shape, and its body hung out of the hollow gap in the window. The door to the vault was wide open. A dozen little leprechauns were busy going in and out of the vault, carrying bags on their backs.

Dosmas glanced inside the vault. "Unexpected." After being beaten by a group, his attitude toward the leprechauns became gentler. Of course, there is not necessarily a cause-and-effect relationship. "The gold here can probably last for thirty minutes before it's all stolen. So much gold. What exactly is Yimetz trying to trade?"

"Everything." Yi Cha said without interest. "The students who are willing to come to the Fifth Mathematical Olympiad College are wanderers. Plane refugees. They just want to find a place slightly better than a grave. In addition, they also bring all their belongings with them. With such a guy, you You can trade stones from the roadside for everything.”

"Is the academy better than the tomb?" Dosmas blinked. Then he laughed. "Grandpa, I understand what you said. I mean, the undead don't need anything. Why would Yimezi open an exchange and prepare so much gold to replace these guys' tattered possessions?"

"It was not necessary in the previous plan. The undead do not consume anything. They are outside the cycle. Now he has to create the strongest consumer himself. Of course, different preparations must be made."

"You mean, these are all prepared for me?"

"You...are you the only one who has passed the test of eternal life?"

"That's right. Grandpa."

Icha sighed. "Then let it be."

"So," Dosmas said with a deliberately surprised expression, pointing at the leprechaun running at their knee level. The leprechauns were too busy to pay attention to him. "Are they stealing my things? Now I have to take care of it even more. The first step to becoming a legend in the universe is to mind your own business. The second step is to retaliate against those who hurt you."

Who else could say such words that he didn't want to hear a word of?

Yi Cha thought about it and found that he couldn't find a second choice at the moment. "Okay. You can steal it back. I'll wait for you for five minutes. Start now."

"Oh. No need."

Dosmas smiled mysteriously. Pointing to a place behind the vault door. "It says here - 'If there is a security issue, have the nearest faculty member notify Dean Metz. Or use the following formula -'"

The closest faculty member to be able to make a "Notify" action was probably two buildings away. Besides, he was too lazy to look for it. Yi Cha scanned the formula and found that it was a variant of the formula that Metz used to tear rifts in the underworld. Shake his head. "This formula requires an energy level close to that of an Archlich to activate."

"Can we find a great lich in this building?"

Forget about this exchange. The entire calculation market, the entire Wei Xing Qi Nian, probably does not exist in the entire universe. Those lichs may have been resurrected long ago as forgetful archers or mages who like to surround themselves in high places like swallows.

"No. This formula is no longer valid. Only one metz can activate it."

"Then why is it here? If it is here, it means it is useful. And it just so happens that there is a choice here. And just right, I can make a choice. Just right. I am a life that makes no mistakes."

"You can use it." Yi Cha kicked an overturned stool to reveal a fairly adequate surface and sat on it.

Dosmas activates the formula.

Power doesn't appear for no reason. of course not. But thinking about it carefully, what he saw was not unreasonable. Yimeizi injected quite a lot into the opening ceremony. It is true that some principles can only be used by the dead.

The formula worked. It didn't take long. All the little leprechauns were gathered on the rooftop, and their arms and legs grew together. In a big pile. Their pockets were in another pile. Dosmas went up happily and lit the first pile. The little leprechauns squirmed and soon turned into a rainbow in the sky.