The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!
Chapter 184 - 12: Visitor (2)_2

Chapter 184: Chapter 12: Visitor (2)_2

"Great, he seemed to believe it. Can we start writing now?"

Gripping his trembling hand, Morca barely managed to place the pen on the white paper. Due to poor control, the ink spread across the paper.

"Damn it! Someone take this paper away!"

The stained paper flew away into thin air.

In a mixture of fear and helplessness, Morca reluctantly wrote the first word.

"He wrote too slow, I fear he won’t finish before he dies. Human life is too short. Should we kill him and turn him into a Lich?"

Morca immediately felt a rush of creativity and quickly finished the first paragraph.

"Hey, he sped up again?"

Probably, no novelist had ever written under such a crazed state. It must be said, Morca not only wrote but also wrote quite well. After all, when one’s life is on the line, unimaginable potential often explodes forth.

Liches, such things are strange and varied, they look alike on the surface but, in reality, they come in countless forms.

For example, a compulsive Lich: "I swear on my level twelve Continental language, this is a grammatical error."

Morca, scared, quickly made corrections.

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For example, a cleanliness-obsessed Lich: "I object to you describing Liches as dark and evil. We Liches have always been upright and straightforward, never hiding when we do bad things."

Morca, scared, quickly made corrections.

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For example, a narcissistic Lich: "Mr. Author, I notice you often describe the appearance of other characters in detail but never the protagonist’s. I think you should spend some effort depicting him because he looks just as handsome as I do."

Morca reluctantly started describing Gray’s "handsome" face.

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For example, a vulgar Lich: "Mr. Author, I want to know what happened on Gray and Shelley’s wedding night. Please write about it in detail, a million words would be enough."

Morca, scared, quickly turned into a smut author.

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And there’s the edgy vengeful Lich: "This Levi, I want him chopped into minced meat! If you don’t chop him into minced meat, I’ll chop you into minced meat!"

Of course, there’s also the righteous and magnanimous Lich: "Shut up! I’ve had enough of you all! Stop interfering with the author’s creation!"

"What? You want to fight?"

"Do you think I am afraid of you? Let’s move to another place!"

"Author, when we return from our fight, I hope you have finished a Chapter, or I’ll feed you ’a potion that makes you scream while having diarrhea.’"

Eventually, the righteous and magnanimous Lich was beaten back to his phylactery, and Morca shouldn’t see him again for two years.

In any case, on this midsummer night, which was extraordinarily cold, Morca’s cold sweat never ceased, his legs kept trembling, kept trembling, yet he persisted in writing diligently.

We have to marvel at the tenacity of human survival instinct.

This story tells us that novels really shouldn’t be written recklessly, or bad things will happen. What if you inadvertently attracted a group of neurotic yet extraordinarily powerful readers?

You have to admit, this world is always crazier than you imagine. Just when Little Richie was fervently studying because of his insignificance, and Gray was fighting to proclaim his justice and divine faith, in Lion King City, a poor author was being forced by the Lich Council to write a novel. This again confirmed the Frog Demon’s words, no one knows what’s truly inside the minds of these Liches.

The wheels of history continue to roll forward, sometimes hitting insignificant stones like Levi, sometimes colliding with giant rocks like the Lich Council obstructing the road.

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Meanwhile, elsewhere...

"Dear Emperor Gustav, I have received your letter. I am more than willing to explain in person the events that took place at Church Court Mountain. However, given the current situation, I cannot leave. After the new succession, there are many things the Church must address, including self-examination and transitions of old and new policies. Regrettably, I can only inform you that I am willing to visit Gustav Palace in the near future to extend my greetings, but certainly not now. Of course, whether I immediately go to Gustav Palace or not, as long as the Gustav Royal Family adheres to the holy faith, the Church’s support for the Gustav Royal Family will remain unchanged. Sincerely, Count Gruglu appointed by Duke Beisher, arbiter of Ailuo, guardian of the Isaac Royal Family, devotee of Alan Crown Prince, godfather to the Southern Six Kingdoms Princes, overseer of the Church and Cardinal Court, saint recognized by the Holy Spirit, Holy Knight, Gray Gruggle."

This was Gray’s reply to Cedric V.

From the titles in the signature, Gray was certainly no less than Emperor Gustav. Unlike Emperor Gustav, who had mostly inherited his titles, each of Gray’s titles carried a legendary story revered across the continent, representing outstanding achievements. Except for the foremost title of Count Gruglu, any other title could establish dominance over a region.

The Black Cat suggested: "I think you should remove ’as long as the Gustav Royal Family adheres to the holy faith,’ he might feel threatened. After all, the Church has the authority to define whether others adhere to the holy faith."

Gray replied: "But you asked me to express support for the Gustav Royal Family, therefore, this must be included. After all, I cannot continue to support him if he does not adhere to the holy faith."