Chapter 729 - You Can’t Study It (1/2)

Chapter 729 You Can’t Study It

Locating a lich’s phylactery?

That was a little bit hard.

Roland heaved a sigh and said, “Not that I don’t want to help you, but I’ve not even gotten in touch with the phylacteries’ mechanisms yet. I don’t understand them at all.”

“We’ve taken that into consideration.” The Winterwolf Holy Lady picked three pieces of vegetables with a fork and chewed them, before she said with a smile, “Our clan has kept a phylactery for years.”

“One that does not have a lich’s soul anymore?” Roland’s eyes glittered.

The liches’ soul maintenance technology was very interesting, but none of the major Magic Towers had it.

It was not because they couldn’t study it, but because they despised it and dared not study it.

They were afraid that they would become addicted to its power and try to seek eternal life with evil means.

But that was not a problem for the players, who were already immortal in the game.

The Winterwolf Holy Lady picked up a piece of fresh and succulent meat. “No, there’s still a soul in it.”

“Why didn’t you kill it?” asked Roland curiously.

He knew that the Frostwolf Clan used to be the world’s saviors and instinctively loathed evil things.

Although they were usually peaceful, they would attack and kill anyone who had foul power or mind.

It was hard to imagine that they would keep a phylactery in their clan without destroying it.

“He killed several of our clan members,” said the Winterwolf Holy Lady. “Then we figured out a way to find the phylactery. It wasn’t easy at all. We even asked for the Winterwolf’s help.”

The Holy Lady was bummed again when she mentioned the Holy Lady. Even the food no longer tasted delicious.

Hearing that, Roland smiled. “So, you’ve been keeping his phylactery in your clan and imprisoned him inside the tiny, dark phylactery forever as a punishment?”

The Winterwolf Holy Lady nodded quickly. “I’m told that he often roared or begged for mercy with his mental power. He’s been quiet for a while, but I assure you that his soul is still in there.”

“You were told that? How long has the lich been sealed?”

“Probably more than five hundred years. He was caught a dozen generations ago.” Tsk… The Frostwolf Clan was truly brutal. It was certainly not the best idea to piss them off.

“You’re scared?” The Winterwolf Holy Lady glanced at Roland with a faint smile and continued, “We can give you the phylactery. We don’t care if you can develop a technology to locate any phylactery.”

“You trust me so much?”

“You’re already the liches’ sworn enemy.” The Winterwolf Holy Lady grimaced. “Every time before we attack a camp, we’ll shout ‘by the order of Roland the Great Mage, we ask you to die!””

Roland was drinking the fruit wine when he heard that. He almost spat it out. Fortunately, he managed to hold back.

But as a result, his throat was quite comfortable, and he coughed nonstop.

Seeing Roland’s awkwardness, the Winterwolf Holy Lady smiled. “Since we’ve been hired by you, we have to spread your name for you, don’t we?”

Roland actually didn’t care. After all, it was already impossible for him to make peace with the liches.

However, what the Frostwolf Clan did was truly like a practical joke.

Roland couldn’t help but ask, “How many lich camps have you cleared so far?”.

4,

“At least a hundred.” The Winterwolf Holy Lady thought for a moment and said, “Anyway, we’ve cleared all the lich camps in the northern border. We’re chasing them down to the south.”

Hearing that, Roland took out five bags of coins from the system Backpack and put them on the table without hesitation.

“This is your payment that we agreed upon.”

So much money… Delight appeared on the Winterwolf Holy Lady’s pretty face, which bordered between adulthood and immaturity.

But she was a Holy Lady; she couldn’t demean herself by appearing too greedy.

So, she said to Roland with a fake smile, “But we haven’t caught a real lich yet.”

“What you’ve done is already impressive enough,” said Roland sincerely.

Same as the Mages, the liches had to do research.

It meant that a lich’s growth could be costly. Unlike the Mages who could buy anything they wanted, the liches could only make those things, as they were public enemies.

They had to seek materials and make magic potions on their own.

They even had to create the daily necessities for themselves too.

Fortunately, they had a lot of undead creatures in their service, so their life wasn’t too hard.

When the liches’ camps were razed, their logistics would be severely disrupted, and they might even completely lose their sources of income.

Every lich camp had been founded with great effort and cost.

Losing one of them would’ve been painful enough; losing a whole lot of them was almost critical.

Roland could totally imagine how the liches hated his guts at this moment.

“Then should I take it?” asked the Winterwolf Holy Lady prudently.

“Please.” Roland made a gesture. “Boss, you are truly generous.” The Winterwolf Holy Lady took a weird red rope out of her clothes and tied it around the money bags. The bags then vanished.

Roland was stunned. “What kind of magic device is this?”

“The Winterwolf Holy Rope.”

“It looks very similar to the rope that you wear.”

“It’s exactly the one on me.” The Winterwolf Holy Lady laid her hand on the first button on her clothes and said with a charming smile, “Do you want to examine or study it?”

Well… Roland was actually quite intrigued, purely in an academic way.

But in the end, he waved his hand.

It was just a special spatial method that was probably related to divine skill. He might as well pass.

If he had time to study that, he could totally spend it on studying Mystra’s Mansion. Wouldn’t that be even better?

Of course… the more important reason was that he was in the middle of a refractory period.

He might have been tempted if he were in his normal state.

After all, the Winterwolf Holy Lady had big boobs and fairly long legs.

The Winterwolf Holy Lady wasn’t bothered by Roland’s refusal. She said with a smile, “You abandoned the opportunity. Don’t blame me for that. Okay, just wait here. I’ll fetch the phylactery for you.”

After that, the Winterwolf Holy Lady ran off with a piece of meat in her mouth.

She truly looked like a wolf.

Come to think of it, she and her people were wolves in the first place.

Roland continued eating.

About ten minutes later, Beatrice walked out of the kitchen, sat down next to Roland, and asked shyly, “Roland, how many days will you stay here?”

“I don’t think I’ll stay. It won’t be good for your reputation, will it?”

“That’s all right. I don’t have any… men anyway.” Beatrice twisted her fingers nervously.

Roland was no longer an innocent boy. He completely understood Beatrice’s implication.