Chapter 156 Principal Lanchi Cares About Students' Feel

st stage of the Knight Academy."...."Tallia didn't speak again.She was very clear about the itinerary and arrangements. She had also heard from the ranch about the form of the upcoming exam that the r...Chapter 157: Principal Ranchi Cares About Students' Feelings

In the chapel on the ground floor of Liechtenstein Castle, Ranch gave everyone a lively and engaging hands-on lesson titled "How to Make a Mummy: A 3-Year-Old Can Understand It."

After the priest had carefully sealed away the Earl's Blood.

Next, Lanchi began to guide everyone on their work arrangements.

First, the Guild's three members were tasked with crafting a coffin to entomb the mummy. The iron room on the fourth floor of the castle was suitable for this purpose.

Clergy are responsible for the optimization of the Earl.

Lanche will have tomorrow's activities and dining planned.

Everyone needs to work overtime tonight, but once we're done, we can all enjoy this beautiful holiday together.

Although everyone felt a little tired after this very fulfilling day, the thought of having four more days to play made them feel full of energy.

"Blood...give me back my blood..."

Count Palocas' voice was hoarse and weak, like that of a man who had smoked himself to the bone.

"So the harm of staying up late is truly great, causing him such pain. Count Palocas likes to stay up late, so in order to correct his bad habits, we have to keep him company tonight. As the saying goes, it harms both the person and oneself."

Lanche looked down at the trembling corpse of Count Palokas, still twitching on the ground, and couldn't help but sigh.

Hubert hesitated to speak.

She always felt that Count Palocas's suffering wasn't entirely brought on by insomnia.

Mr. Lynch, since blood clans are immortal, they wouldn't die even if they stayed up all night indefinitely. So, in the future, when we encounter a blood clan who is unwilling to adjust their sleep schedule, could we first let them try staying up for ten or half a month without sleeping This way, we might help them realize the importance of a good sleep schedule themselves

The young master of the Chamber of Commerce immediately began to pick up on things, asking Lan Chi questions.

"That's correct."

Lancy nodded in satisfaction.

As the saying goes, "True virtue is a constant teacher, and good deeds are the best teachers." The young master of the Chamber of Commerce has probably realized the truth that one gains respect through virtue.

"...."

Huayberlian saw that the two of them were eager to teach and learn from each other.

It feels like another normal person has disappeared.

The whole afternoon, the young master of the Chamber of Commerce kept rowing without saying much. Huberlian even thought he was the least affected by Ranchi's influence, but when he opened his mouth, it turned out to be a severe infection.

……

The world outside was still shrouded in deep darkness. The castle's courtyard and the even farther mountains were hidden from view by the night, illuminated only by moonlight that outlined their shapes.

Level two of Liechtenstein Castle houses cell number 202, where the followers of the Revivalist faith are kept.

...extraordinarily silent.

The air was thick with the metallic tang of rust and the coppery scent of blood. Even the opulent decorations, floors, and walls were marred by spatterings of crimson, brown, and black - each hue a testament to a different era of suffering.

In the center of the room, a petite girl lay unconscious in a chair. Iron shackles, chains, and handcuffs bound her body tightly, leaving her unable to escape.

Her clothes were as if torn by a wild beast, her shoulders ragged and torn. The pristine white robes of the priestess were almost stained in patches of deep red.

Those bloodstains all stemmed from the numerous wounds on her body. Each one pierced deep into her flesh, etching in indelible memories. They looked as if they had been eroded by wind and snow in frigid temperatures, pale to the extreme. The wound on her thigh hadn't healed properly, resembling a diseased crimson line that could bleed at any moment.

In the dead of night, a cloud seemed to drift across the sky, allowing the faint moonlight to stream into the bedroom and illuminate the girl's face.

The captive Revivalist goddess officer’s eyes were tightly shut, as if enduring indescribable pain and torment even in her dreams.

Suddenly, faint noises came from downstairs: the slight clang of chains, the creaking of wooden handrails, and hushed voices that were barely audible.

These tiny sounds were like keys, slowly opening the door to her consciousness.

"…"

Her eyelids began to flutter slightly, slowly peeling back the fog of unconsciousness. Awareness emerged from the darkness, growing clearer and sharper.

She remembered finding herself in a shadow world called the "Devils' Banquet." She was a vampire thrall tasked with betraying and killing the challengers, inflicting the most brutal psychological and spiritual torment upon them...

Then...

Then...

She didn't want to think about it anymore.

She awoke with a start, as if from a nightmare. Her heavy eyelids flew open, and even the faint moonlight piercing her pupils felt intensely bright.

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When her consciousness fully returned, every detail in the room was crystal clear. She could feel the icy chains binding her and the weight of her lost freedom. The faint rustling of wind beside her ears mingled with the piercing pain throbbing through her body.

Those eyes, once bright blue, now held no light, only the deep weariness.

The people at the Ictereus Academy are truly beyond imagination, they can do anything.

The goddess wanted to speak, but her lungs felt like they had been pierced by a sword. Her breathing was heavy and labored, sounding like the rasp of wind through gravel. The trail of pain emanating from her body floated into the air, mingling with the metallic scent of blood.

Damn... thing...

Although the sounds that came from her muffled mouth were weak and indistinct, they were filled with boundless resentment, pervading the dimly lit room.

The girl's face in the bleak moonlight was like a stone statue, stiff and lifeless.

Suddenly, footsteps grew closer outside the door, their sounds gradually becoming clearer and shattering the room's silence, like wind chimes carried from afar.

That was the measured pace of a victor, like one savoring the final prey with nonchalant ease.

There is no doubt, the Blood Clan Count has finally arrived.

Hearing the sounds outside the door, the goddess’s lips curled into a smile. She looked up and laughed, her laughter like a blooming, mad flower, shrill and hollow.

She understood that her time had come, but these pains and humiliations would also come to an end.

Although she still felt immense fear towards the three clergymen, she now knew that they who had tormented her for so long were dead.

Including that goddamn Lance Wilfork.

She felt so great!

She slowly lifted her drooping head, aligning her gaze with the door, the very door the vampire count was about to step through.

For some reason, she no longer felt the slightest bit scared of the vampire count.

Click!

In the last moment as the metallic turning of the lock sounded, she felt no fear, only a sense of relief. Laughter welled up in her, her eyes starting to moisten with tears - bittersweet and cathartic.

However, the next second.

Randy, who held the interrogation record in his hand, looked at her with bewilderment.

"Girl, is there something happy you'd like to share with me"

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