The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!
Chapter 182 - 11: Visitor_2

Chapter 182: Chapter 11: Visitor_2

"Yes," Morca frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "except for the cardinal, you are the only living ’Lich Knight’ reader I’ve ever met. And you’re a pirated reader. I wonder, where did those books go... Why is there not a single reader? Didn’t the cardinal say he would print a million copies? And he didn’t. Also, who was the guy in the black robe who bought the book?"

Morca remained silent, and so did Pao Pao. The yard was quiet.

After a while, Morca let out a long sigh and said, "Maybe I’ll never understand this in my lifetime. Forget it, as long as the gold coins are real, that’s all that matters. Our life is good enough now."

"Don’t you want to write novels anymore?" Pao Pao asked.

"Why would I?"

"Don’t you want to become the greatest novelist? That was your dream." Pao Pao imitated the way Morca spoke back then, "To write wonderful stories, take root in people’s hearts, sprout, and create a fantastic world. That feeling is like being a heavenly god."

"No, my dream is to live idly," Morca corrected, "To be honest, even the greatest novelist doesn’t have as much money as I do now. Writers are all poor bastards; who in their right mind writes novels? Most novelists have a miserable life. They have no stable income, their wives may leave them, their children may resent them for not having time to spend together, they might be accused of being irresponsible for persisting in writing novels, and they could end up being sent to a mental hospital, penniless and homeless, turning into beggars. At best, a great novelist is just the chief beggar."

"Holy Knight Gray has many more stories now. Don’t you think you should continue that story?"

"No, I have no intention of doing that. I am now completely convinced that no one likes to read that book. Why should I write a book that doesn’t sell?"

"But you said it was the best book you’ve ever written."

"That was just a momentary illusion of mine."

"So what are you going to do next? Are you going to spend your life like this?"

"Maybe I can print some of my previous books and sell them at a discount, even at a loss. That way, more people will praise me. Of course, I will never print unfinished books, because they will urge me to update. Hahaha. You’re my lucky star; whenever I’m with you, good things happen. The life of a wealthy person is always so boring; it’s all about having fun every day, which is really boring to the extreme. But thinking about the hardship of my past life, I find a bit of boredom is acceptable. After all, how can there be a perfect life? Besides, if I did write again, it would definitely be ’Holy Knight and His Seventy-two Wives’ or ’My Grandmother Is a Holy Knight,’ something along those lines. As for ’Lich Knight,’ whoever wants to continue writing it can, but it won’t be me."

Pao Pao frowned helplessly at Morca’s righteous words.

...

By nightfall, Morca’s mansion was brightly lit.

Morca and Pao Pao had dinner together.

The intricately carved dining table, the luxurious red carpet with gold trims, the gilded candlesticks, and the walls adorned with famous paintings. This decor couldn’t compare to the Lion King Palace of old times, but it was no less than the residence of White City Yilin.

The table was filled with various exquisite delicacies. Having become accustomed to this luxurious lifestyle, the two of them ate in silence.

After dinner, Morca picked up the bell on the table and shook it.

There was no response.

He shook it again.

Still no response.

"What’s going on? Where’s the dessert? Where’s my dessert?" Morca shouted, but there was still no response.

Pao Pao, chewing on a fork, glanced around.

Morca got a little angry, stood up, and walked to the door.

"So many people, and no one hears me? Do I have to go get it from the kitchen myself?" he shouted, reaching for the door.

Suddenly, just as Morca opened the door, a gust of wind blew through, extinguishing all the candles in the mansion. It was quiet.

Morca shivered suddenly, his eyes widening.

Staring down the dark hallway, he muttered, "Why is there such a strong wind indoors?"

After thinking for a moment, he shouted, "Is anyone there? Didn’t anyone notice that all the candles went out? Light them up, quickly!"

The house remained silent.

Behind him came Pao Pao’s trembling voice, "Morca..."

"What?" Morca turned his face. In the moonlight streaming in through the window, he saw Pao Pao pointing in fear to the other side of the table, where Morca had originally been sitting.

Morca froze, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. Inch by inch, he turned to see a dark figure sitting in his original seat.

A gray cloak, a lowered hood, an unseen face, and under the dim light, the pale, slender fingers... or rather, finger bones protruding from the sleeves.

It was a Blood Night, making the scene all the more eerie.

"Who are you! What are you doing here—!"

Morca screamed in fright, falling to the ground.

"A reader," a voice echoed in his mind.

"A reader? Of which book? What do you want?"

"’Lich Knight.’"

"Are you a pirated reader too?"

"No, I read the original."

"No—! You’re lying; no one likes that book! Even the pirates went bankrupt because of it!"

"You’re right; I’m not human." The red moonlight lit up as the figure lifted its hood, revealing a bald skull, "Mr. Author, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Bruto, and I am a Lich."

Pao Pao’s eyes rolled back, and he fell off the chair, fainting.

"Lich—!" Morca ran to the door, but crashed into another dark figure.

The figure also pulled down its hood, revealing a bald skull, and a row of gleaming white teeth, "Hello, Mr. Author. I am Simon, another one of your readers."

When Morca turned around, he saw a skull hanging from the ceiling, staring at him, with red soul flames burning in its eye sockets.

"Hello, I am Lucy."

*What’s it like to suddenly be surrounded by three Liches, as an ordinary person?*

*Sorry, not three. From a distance, Morca could already see more shadows emerging in the corridors and hallways, one after another. By the moonlight, he could clearly see the bald skulls and multicolored soul flames.*

*Alright, it’s a group of Liches.*

Morca quickly took off the cross pendant around his neck and raised it up. Lucy, who was hanging upside down, snatched it away, twisted it into a knot, and handed it back.

*Can’t fight, can’t run, the only option now is to faint and leave everything to the Holy Spirit.*

So, Morca’s eyes rolled up, intending to faint. However, Bruto hooked his hand, and Morca’s eyes were forcefully rolled back, and the two remained locked in a stalemate for a while. In the end, Morca gave up... and didn’t faint.

*Completely desperate now.*

A black mass of Liches surrounded Morca, their shadows looming over him.

"What do you, what do you all want...?" Morca shivered, curled up, sweat pouring off him like rain.

"We’ve waited for a long time. You never wrote the sequel to ’Lich Knight.’ The Lich Council is very disappointed. So we had to come to talk to you." The Liches responded.

Yes, Catherine, Vivian, the editor, everyone had said it right. Almost no humans liked reading novels with Liches as the main characters. But Liches liked to read them... which was really embarrassing.