The black-robed man said, pointing the five fingers of his right hand at Daphne. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This made Daphne and Charlotte nervous, with the former striking like a cheetah with his knives crossed and his back slightly bent, while the latter stepped forward and stood in front of Daphne in her surprised eyes.

"You're Lord Heywood?" was a questioning tone, but Charlotte was extremely sure. He bowed and made the most formal and noble mage salute, "Thank you for your assistance in the Temple of Shadows, Lord Heywood! ”

Charlotte guessed correctly, this person was the legendary teacher of Lusen, one of the former mage heads of the Magic Empire, and now known as the mad lich - Heywood Williams.

It's just that this person is no longer the gray-haired, beard-full-breasted, kind and majestic old mage that Charlotte remembered in her dreams. In order to continue his frantic research, he transformed himself into a non-living and non-dead lich thousands of years ago.

Speaking of the Lich group, most of them are a specific group of people who have volunteered to perform the 'Eagle Lich Transformation Technique'. They are both casters and receivers. They are fighters whose hearts are full of unwillingness and ambition.

The difficulty of the 'Eagle Lich Transformation Technique' means that those who can endure the great pain and successfully perform it are said to be those with extraordinary minds and abilities. As a result, the Lich is usually a very high being among the undead.

In addition to this, the Lich differs from the rest of the undead in that they possess a racial trait known as the 'Life Box'. Their souls do not reside in the half-decayed body, which is only a skin for them that can be discarded at any time.

What really matters is the 'lifebox', where the lich will hide their precious lifebox in the most secret places, whether it's a small box, a rusty dagger, or some old-fashioned button. But no matter what form they take, if they break the lifebox, the lich will surely die.

Similarly, even if you kill the Lich thousands of times, as long as the lifebox is not destroyed, the Lich will be weakened for a while at best, and they will be able to make a comeback sooner or later.

And Heywood in front of him is such a existence. When he heard Charlotte's words, the top lich who looked like he was going to make a move on Daphne hesitated for a moment, and he reached for his hood with both hands, and lifted the black hoodie as the group held their breath.

In an instant, Charlotte and the others, who saw his true face, gasped in unison, and almost vomited out the overnight meal in disgust.

What a terrible face it was! I could vaguely see that the contours of the cheeks were full of rotten flesh, and the maggots of white flowers burrowed in and out of the rotten face, and the upper and lower mouths broke a few times, turning out the black and purple muscles inside.

The teeth were black and yellow, the gums were rotting and loose, and an eyeball with a faint blue glow was rolling unnaturally, and soon, as if it was being held up by some unknown force, it drooped its nerves and meridians and fell out of its socket.

It was an extra fat maggot, and Heywood seemed to be very unhappy with the annoying little one, and he pinched his index finger and thumb, ignoring the maggot's struggle to hook his tail hook into his socket, and pulled it out of his socket. Then he tilted his head slightly, and threw the abominable creature that dared to destroy his eyeballs into his mouth, his jagged teeth clicking loose and chewing.

'Smack!'

The group almost heard the sound of the fat maggot juice bursting, and at this moment, except for Charlotte, who had done a lot of experiments, could still look directly at Heywood, the rest of Daphne, Vivien, and Lolita couldn't hold back any longer, and leaned against the wall and retched.

As for El, she turned into a book prototype the moment Heywood lifted her hood and flew back into Charlotte's arms. The so-called out of sight is clear, and Elle, who actively escapes, and Teklin, who only sees Heywood's numbing mottled scalp, are finally not shocked to doubt life.

"You know what? Heywood chewed and uttered an uninhibited tone, "The most annoying time for me is when the fresh skin that I have found so hard to find loses its original luster. It wasn't the most unbearable, the most painful thing was that the decay of my vocal cords prevented me from simulating the otherwise infectious sound. Ah, it's so annoying. ”

Although he could guess his mood from his words, Charlotte was unfortunate enough to discern any emotion from his monotonous tone. However, this does not seem to be the focus of attention, the focus is ...... Heywood's answer seemed to have a bit of a bull's head on the horse's mouth.

"I'm sorry, Lord Heywood. Charlotte carefully weighed her tone, trying not to let herself touch the nerves of the mad lich, "I think I must thank you again for your help, but it's worth mentioning that my name is Charlotte Clayderman, not Lusen, the Lord of Time. ”

"You must remember when I used to teach? I was holding a whip and telling you that a mage requires a great deal of patience and inexhaustible curiosity, and of course, inspiration and logic are equally important. But let's skip the talent for now. ”

Heywood was still talking to himself, seemingly completely oblivious to Charlotte's meaning.

"So, when I realized that the day was approaching when our master and apprentice would be reunited, it took me a great deal of effort to find a poor human adventurer to hide in. The fly in the ointment was that she was a woman, but it didn't matter, it was better than the black drows or stone dwarves or some other strange creature. You know, we all always like to strive for perfection. But unfortunately, this skin obviously won't last long, but I can't take the initiative to find you before the skin decays, because that goes against the trajectory of fate and will definitely not succeed. ”

He's a mad lich! Really! At least that's what Charlotte thinks after hearing the gushing tone and the amount of information it contains.

For a moment, Charlotte felt extremely strong remorse. Perhaps in addition to being forced to meet Heywood at the beginning, there was also some inquisition and curiosity. But now, he'd rather hide in some corner of the city of Fortarazi where he knows it's not safe, and come here to play the harp with a madman.

"What!?What do you mean to be better than a dwarf!

Retracting the preface, there turned out to be an even crazier guy here. When Teklin subconsciously spat out that sentence, his eyes widened like black beans, and his face turned yellow, staring at the lich in front of him for a moment.

The mad lich Heywood turned to look at the dead Tycklin, and he spat the chewed maggots into Teklin's face from his mouth, causing the otherwise silent dwarf to let out a piercing scream of disgust and fear.

"You just seem to mention that you're not Lusen, let me tell you, no matter how your skin changes, you'll always be Lusen, and I'll always be your teacher, Heywood. "Heywood's ability to leap is extraordinary, and in the face of Teklin's deathly provocation, he is now talking to himself again.

"I can't go wrong with my formula, I've calculated your arrival, and I've calculated your identity. If you don't want to admit it, it can only be due to your own arrogance and disloyalty to the teacher. Heywood held out his hand to Teklin, the threatening magic energy quickly converging, "Although the teacher will not give up ruthlessly on the disloyal disciples, he must also teach him a lesson. First, start with your stupid dwarven friend. ”

In an instant, everyone's faces became extremely nervous.