Chapter 162 A Mummification Process That Even a Three-Year-Old Can Understand

In the Lichtenstein Castle's foundation level chapel, Lan Qi delivered a vivid and engaging crafting lesson: "A Mummification Process That Even a Three-Year-Old Can Understand."

After having the clergy carefully seal away the extracted Count's blood,

Lan Qi then began guiding everyone with their assigned tasks.

First, the three members of the merchant guild were responsible for building the mummy's coffin, which they could do in the castle's fourth-floor iron foundry.

The clergy members were in charge of optimizing the Count.

Lan Qi and the others would prepare the activities and catering for tomorrow.

Tonight, everyone would still need to work overtime, and after they finished, they could all happily enjoy this wonderful holiday together.

Although everyone felt a little tired after such a fulfilling day, the thought of having four more days to enjoy filled them with energy.

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

Count Palokas's voice was hoarse and weak, like a skin-and-bones addict going through withdrawal.

"So, you see, staying up late is extremely harmful; it's making him suffer so much. Count Palokas likes to stay up late, so to correct his bad habit, we have to stay up with him for a while tonight. It's a case of harming others and oneself."

Lan Qi said, looking at the trembling, desiccated corpse of Count Palokas on the ground, unable to help but sigh.

Hüberian hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

She always felt that Count Palokas's pain wasn't entirely caused by staying up late.

"Mr. Lan Qi, since blood kin have immortality, they won't die even if they stay up all night indefinitely. So, in the future, when we encounter blood kin who refuse to adjust their schedules, can we first have them try staying up for ten days to half a month without sleeping, to help them realize the importance of a good routine?"

The young master of the merchant guild immediately began to apply what he learned, asking Lan Qi from the side.

"Very correct."

Lan Qi nodded in satisfaction.

As the saying goes, "Virtue has no constant teacher; goodness is the teacher." The young master of the merchant guild had probably grasped the true meaning of persuading people with virtue.

"..."

Hüberian looked at the two of them, one daring to teach and the other daring to learn.

She felt that there was one less normal person.

Originally, the young master of the merchant guild had been slacking off all afternoon, barely saying a few words. Hüberian thought he was the least affected by Lan Qi, but when he opened his mouth, it was a severe case of infection.

...

The world outside the window was still shrouded in deep darkness. The castle courtyard and the distant mountains and forests were hidden in the night, with only the moonlight illuminating their outlines.

Lichtenstein Castle, second floor, Room 202, where the Resurgence Church followers were imprisoned.

It was exceptionally silent.

The air was filled with the heavy smell of rust and blood. The opulent decorations, floors, and walls were stained with splattered blood, red, brown, and black, each color representing pain from different times.

In the center of the room, a petite young woman was unconscious in a chair. Iron locks, chains, and shackles tightly bound her body, preventing her escape.

Her clothes looked as if they had been torn by a beast, and her shoulders were tattered. Her original clerical white robe had been dyed almost entirely in patches of deep red.

The sources of those bloodstains were none other than the numerous wounds on her body, each one deep in her skin, recording unforgettable memories, like being eroded by wind and snow in the bitter cold, extremely pale. The wound on her thigh was not healing, resembling a morbid red line that could bleed at any moment.

In the middle of the night, a patch of dark clouds seemed to drift across the sky, allowing the faint moonlight to shine into the bedroom, illuminating the young woman's face.

The captured Resurgence Church priestess's eyes were tightly closed, as if even in her dreams she was enduring indescribable pain and torment.

Suddenly, faint noises came from downstairs, the slight clinking of iron chains, the creaking of the wooden staircase handrail, and the indistinct sound of conversation.

These tiny sounds were like a key, slowly opening the door of her consciousness.

"..."

Her eyelids began to tremble slightly, slowly lifting the fog of unconsciousness, her awareness gradually emerging from the darkness, becoming clearer.

She remembered that she seemed to have come to a shadow world called [The Saint's Villainous Banquet]. She was a blood kin thrall with the mission to betray and kill the challengers, to inflict the most cruel psychological and mental torment on the other challengers...

And then...

And then...

She didn't want to think about it anymore.

As if awakened from a nightmare, she suddenly opened her heavy eyelids. Even the faint moonlight shining into her pupils felt particularly dazzling.

"..."

As her consciousness fully returned, every detail of the room seemed so clear. She could feel the cold chains on her body and the freedom that had been taken away, the faint sound of the wind in her ears, and the piercing pain all over her body.

Those once-bright blue eyes were now dull and lifeless, filled only with deep weariness.

The Yekalit Academy was truly a group of unimaginable beasts, capable of anything.

The priestess wanted to speak, but her lungs felt as if they had been cut open by a sharp sword. Her heavy, intermittent breathing sounded like wind blowing through sand and gravel, making a rustling noise. The traces of her suffering had already drifted out of her body, turning into the bloody smell that permeated the air.

"Damn... things..."

Although the sound she made from her gagged mouth was faint and garbled, it was filled with endless resentment, permeating the dimly lit room.

The young woman's face was like a stone statue in the pale moonlight, stiff and deathly still.

Suddenly, the approaching footsteps outside the door, gradually becoming clearer, shattered the silence of the room, like wind chimes carried from afar.

They were the unhurried footsteps of a victor, as if preparing to enjoy the last of their prey, utterly composed.

Without a doubt, the blood kin Count had finally come.

Hearing the sound outside the door, the priestess actually raised the corners of her mouth, looking up and laughing, laughing like a blooming flower of madness, her laughter desolate and hollow.

She understood that her death was at hand, but these pains and humiliations would also come to an end.

Even though she was still incredibly afraid of those three clergy members in her heart, she now knew that they, who had tormented her for so long, were dead.

Including that Lan Qi Wilfort, who deserved to die the most.

She only felt relief!

She slowly raised her drooping head, aligning her gaze with the door, the door that the blood kin Count was about to step through.

For some reason, she no longer felt how terrifying the blood kin Count was at all.

*Click.*

In the final moment when the lock's metal turning sound rang out, she felt no fear, but rather a sense of liberation. Accompanied by laughter, the corners of her eyes began to moisten, with tears that were bitter but filled with relief.

However, the next second.

Lan Qi, holding interrogation records in his hand, looked at her with confusion as he opened the door.

"Young lady, is there something happy you can share with me?"

(End of Chapter)