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Grey Robe thinks he's a good mentor.

When Cremar's life box was suddenly shattered, he thought he was unfortunate enough to lose another disciple, this is not uncommon in the Seventy-Seven Islands, the lich is feared and hostile by almost all the living, even if it is an ally, it will not have a relationship with an undead person other than interests, but he still can't help but feel sorry, because this little guy is indeed his favorite one.

So, when he accidentally learned from another piece of information that the black-haired Dragonborn Cremar had reappeared on this plane, he was not surprised - as a demigod lich close to a god, he immediately thought of a term that everyone regarded as a false word - the lich of atonement. The gray robe was sure that there must have been some unforgivable misunderstanding in it...... There are hundreds of lichs in the Seventy-Seven Islands, and perhaps a fair number of reclusers on land, and none of them want to regain what they have abandoned...... This is impossible, especially for those who have not long been immortal and have not yet become accustomed to existing in this plane as a skeleton of bones, who will miss the feeling of sweet wine moistening their lips, and will long to be accepted in a soft embrace again, or to be clothed in precious velvet and satin, and disguised themselves as fleshy and fleshy living with rouge and lead powder.

But Cremar didn't, the boy was so disgusted with his body and his bloodline that he was almost desperate to abandon them all, he hated the red dragon and the dragonborn, and the other half of the bloodline, the Elf of Aya seemed to be classified as an enemy or a stranger, and these two feelings drove him to climb at a frightening rate, and after transforming into a lich, his satisfaction with his new state was beyond words, as evidenced by the fact that he had to polish his bone racks with wax and wool felt every day, and wipe every bone with a sparkle of light- He also made potions to ensure that his bones were as hard as steel, as flawless as snow, and as smooth as a baby's skin.

By the way, these potions were unexpectedly favored on the Seventy-Seven Islands, and as a mentor, the gray robe was of course the first to receive a small gift from his disciple, and he also got the matching cleaning potion, although the corrosive properties of negative energy can also get rid of some nasty growths on the bones, but some of them will remain in small crevices - it must be said that since these two potions, the light on the Seventy-Seven Islands has increased by more than one level.

Greyrobe didn't think that Cremar would be happy to be able to return to the ranks of the living, it was a pity that he had been deprived of the right to terrorize human children by dangling a skeleton of bones, let alone the time, effort, and money he had put into it.

It was almost with this heavy pity that Cremar's mentor returned to land, and he traced the trail of Cremar all the way to the Starlight River, where he watched a good show and hunted a cute little ghost.

The Grey Robe took out a soul gem from his dimensional pouch, and the gem contained a psychic ghost, and the Good Mentor knew at a glance that he was being nurtured by the red-robed warlocks of Grenada, who often played similar tricks, killing hostile spellcasters, and then transforming him into obedient ghosts, who would retain some memories and wisdom, but only to ensure that they could still be used to maximum advantage and continue to endure the taunts and torments of the warlocks.

"Mulus. ”

The Grey Robe said that the ghost roared in the gem, and that his disciple Beavis had died at the hands of the unscrupulous disciple of the Grey Robe, who had never had a chance to avenge his heir, but his confused mind had taken Cremar for a Grey robe, perhaps a lich's disciple and apprentice, or perhaps he had not yet come into contact with the books that had been so hard to preserve from the turbulent years and become extremely rare—but the elven ranger had found the truth in his erroneous words.

The ghost reluctantly slammed against the gem's wall, but it could only see a swirling shadow looming over it...... It was devoured completely, completely, without even a trace of the secret it had finally deduced.

"Absinthe smell. The guy who writes the gray robe is actually a demigod lich commented. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.