Chapter 728 - The Lich Have All Sorts of Skins (2/2)
When Roland found the Winterwolf Holy Lady, she was sitting in the courtyard of the inn with four men in white animal skin coats, each holding a few skewers of roast meat and chewing slowly. They were chewing and weeping at the same time.
Roland thought they were doing that because they weren’t quite used to spicy flavors.
The culinary level in this world was relatively lagging, and the two main flavors were salty and sweet.
There were very few spicy and sour foods.
There were almost no spicy foods.
Mainly because they hadn’t discovered any suitable spicy seasoning. But the foodies, or casual players, did hard work to find spicy plants in the forest that tasted similar to chili peppers.
It was a large tree’s leaves that possessed a good amount of spiciness.
This tree grew in the old forests and no one gave it a name. After all, there were no specialized biologists in this world to categorize plants and animals.
This was why players conveniently called this tree the spice tree.
It was also cultivated in the vicinity of Wetland City.
Normally, the vast majority of people in this world were not used to eating spicy food.
The first time they were introduced to spicy barbecue, they would all cry while eating.
As a result, Roland went in, only to hear the Winterwolf Holy Lady muttering, “So delicious, so expensive… so delicious, so expensive, ooh!”
It turned out that she was crying about the money.
It couldn’t be helped that when she had come to Wetland City before; it was Roland, the big boss, who was treating her.
It certainly felt different now that she had bought it herself.
Hearing the door open, the Winterwolf Holy Lady finished the skewer she was holding and reluctantly set down the three skewers in her left hand.
She knew very well that the three skewers of roast meat would be eaten by her three clansmen while she and Roland talked about things.
Then she also sucked the fingers of her right hand.
It was stained with a bit of barbecue sauce.
If a normal person licked their fingers like that, it would look unhygienic.
But the Winterwolf Holy Lady was pale, her lips a luscious red, and when she licked them like that, it looked seductive instead.
Finally, she stood up to Roland and said, “Been looking for you for days. I thought you were planning on breaking our promise.”
Roland waved his hand. “I wouldn’t!”
“How could you not!” The Winterwolf Holy Lady wrinkled her nose and said, “It’s five hundred gold coins. That’s a lot.”
Uh… Roland suddenly realized that his current mentality was different from before.
He hardly thought of money as money anymore.
Over the past three months, every time the Church of Magic had sent gold coins, it would be more than the previous time, and now Roland was too lazy to count how much money he had left in his vault.
Anyway, it was piled up into a small mountain. And this would continue in the future as well, with money coming in every month.
The Goddess of Magic was quite generous.
Doing magic experiments now, he no longer needed to be concerned about money.
Instead, he had to consider whether that thing could be bought with money.
“It’s not very convenient to talk here, let’s talk in the room.” The Winterwolf Holy Lady pointed to the inn.
Roland shook his head. “No, let’s go to my manor.”
In Wetland City, Roland had a large piece of land which Betta had given to him.
Most of it was assigned to the Association of Mages he had built.
The remaining third was left for his manor.
Then some help was hired to take care of it, while Beatrice was put up here to stay.
After all, Andonara didn’t seem to like her very much.
Back at the manor, Beatrice was quite happy to hear that Roland had come.
She ignored the Winterwolf Holy Lady and busied herself like a servant to serve Roland.
Then she showed off the cooking skills she had learned from the Golden Sons in Wetland City and made three home-cooked dishes.
After doing these things, she left and didn’t bother Roland anymore.
“Is this the lover you keep outside?” the Winterwolf Holy Lady asked.
Roland shook his head. “She was the wife of a friend of mine, who died, and I took pity on her so I’m temporarily taking care of her.”
The Winterwolf Holy Lady had a look of I know it well and nodded repeatedly. “I know. I’ve been inquiring about you for the past few days and have gotten to know you a bit. You’re the kind of person who only likes wives, and wouldn’t make a move if the woman isn’t married. Originally I was a bit worried that I would be targeted by you, but now I’m not worried at all.”
Roland sighed helplessly. “Since when did I become that kind of person? Believe it or not, I didn’t touch her… Wait, why am I explaining these things to you— let’s get down to business.”
The Winterwolf Holy Lady teased, “Hehe, don’t make the atmosphere so serious. We are friends anyhow.”
They were indeed friends… ones that trusted each other fully.
Roland recalled the appearance of the Winterwolf Holy Lady in her rope outfit—that was a rare work of art indeed.
Only now he was still in a sage state and had no physical reaction.
“So, good friend, since you’re in a hurry to see me, do you have some good news?”. Roland ate some of the small dishes on the table and nodded in satisfaction.
The Winterwolf Holy Lady also skewered a strip of greens with her fork and put it in her mouth to chew on.
The further north people were from, the more they liked greens.
As she chewed, she said, “Sort of good news. We bulldozed at least twenty lich camps and broke at least thirty lich vessels, the things they call skins. Then we discovered a very bad situation. The lich vessels are getting stronger now.”
“Oh, how so?”
“Liches aren’t supposed to be able to do anything beyond spells, and even if they have some melee abilities, it’s nothing ridiculous.”
Roland nodded.
“But have you ever seen a lich who sat on a horse and cast blizzard spells, summoned a mass of undead warriors, then rode into a charge with a lance without magic and nearly skewered two of our Frostwolf Warriors to death?”
Roland shook his head.
Lancers were a special advanced profession of Cavalry.
Its core skill was a derivative of Ride, which was named Deja Vu.
It was about a year or so ago that a player finally inadvertently became a Lancer.
Then they displayed the effect of the core skill Deja Vu.
Drifting on a horse in the woods.
It was awesome.
One could also see the bad taste of the game designers.
The Winterwolf Holy Lady said, “That’s not all either. We also saw swordsman liches with no magic power who unleash sword auras, liches who could use curving arrows, and liches who could sprint and use stealth.
Roland was speechless upon hearing this.
These liches must have developed all of the player corpses’ abilities.
No wonder they wanted to kill him.
He had two main specialties of Magic Power Control and Magic Material Exemption. If the liches got hold of his corpse, the consequences would be unimaginable.
“So what’s next?”