How can holy light flow in evil

What about the basic principles of good things? "

"Let's talk about the Companion Lich again. If a Lich saves its Companion Lich who is in danger, will it become a Redemption Lich? Obviously not. So, we might as well imitate it, let this Lich and Its lover signed a contract of equality. The content is that once one party needs the other party's help, it will accept a part of the backlash. Then the lich can treat the person it likes with nothing. These are some of the most basic knowledge, Didn't your teacher teach you?" You continued.

The two young men blushed, and the necromancer took a long time to say: "With all due respect, my lord, not everyone knows the basic knowledge you mentioned. It is estimated that no more than three people in this royal city know it."

"In fact, these are all things that take advantage of the loopholes in the laws of God, and perhaps most people don't bother!" You sighed.You think you are sad, you can think of many ways to evade something as advanced as the law of the source god, but there is not even a way to solve the knot between you and the lich.

"Is there still a gap in the law of the source god?" The necromancer asked you in surprise.

"This thing is like the law. As long as you have enough knowledge, understand it enough and study it seriously, there will always be loopholes you can take advantage of." You replied.

"Have you ever gotten around any loopholes in the law?" he asks you.

"I disdained it before, but I don't need it now." You said, indeed, you never bothered to do this kind of thing before, because you thought it was immoral, and every honest and kind person would hate it and should avoid it.Now, you smile wryly, you are so evil that you still use the loopholes of the law?

"With someone as knowledgeable as you, we will definitely be able to successfully capture this royal city." The necromancer's companion said.

"If there isn't a high-level undead guarding this place to the death." You said lightly.

The necromancer looked at you, "What can we do for you?"

You hand them the plan you've already written, "Do as it says."

When you went back, the Lich was in the training ground of the undead army. You thought you would not meet the Lich here, but the Lich met you unexpectedly.

"Have you had fun with your new lover, the undead creature?" the lich asked.

No.: sad

You froze for a moment, then frowned, "Are you spying on me?"

"From now on, you will stay by my side, and you are not allowed to leave half a step!" Lich ordered you coldly.

"What right do you have to control me! With that contract? Let me tell you, I would rather suffer the backlash." You didn't like the Lich being so suspicious, and said angrily.

The lich who has been silent about your actions finally spoke up: "Are you trying to anger me?"

"Angry at you? You don't care about anything, what can I do to anger you?" At that time, you were still in the form of a human being, and you asked it with tears in your eyes after hearing this sentence.

The lich stopped talking.

"Don't think that silence can solve everything. If you don't accept our duel!" You simply can't stop. The necromancers and death knights around the Lich have no power to control you, and they dare not persuade you. It can be ready to attack you and prevent you from suddenly attacking.

If someone usually dared to treat you with the attitude of a lich, you would have made this life worse than death.

If someone dared to treat the Lich with your attitude, the Lich would have let this person die more than once.

However, for you, this object has become a lich, and there is nothing you can do except say a few harsh words in sadness.

So, what about the lich?Maybe it doesn't care about you.

Lich said word by word: "You don't have the ability, and you don't have the right. Take her away."

Two ghouls grab you and drag you to the dungeon, and the lich turns away with its minions.

The dungeon is cold and damp, but it helps you calm down. When the anger gradually calms down, you suddenly remember the first time you saw the Lich, it smiled wickedly, so beautifully.You want it to laugh like that all the time, arrogant and willful, but how long has it been since it laughed like this?

You know that what you have done makes it unhappy. It has its own tasks, ambitions and dreams. The pressure is already great enough, but you still don’t know how to be considerate. No one is perfect, and no god has a perfect God. , let alone a Lich?Some of its practices may be wrong, and perhaps should not be understood, but haven't you missed it?

There are times when you want to hold him in your arms, say sorry gently to him, and then join him in conquering territories, formulating grand strategies, and helping him with all the talents you have in your life.However, whenever you see it, you always hide away involuntarily. You don’t have the courage to face it, and you can’t face up to the wound in your heart. It’s obviously that it hurts you, why do you have to apologize to it?

This heart knot is like a double-edged sword, hurting you, and it seems to be hurting the lich.But you didn't realize the latter point until you died. You think that the lich doesn't care about anything, you can't hurt it at all, you only hurt yourself, you are willing to hurt yourself, and you don't hinder others. What does it matter to others?

If you had realized that you had hurt the Lich, you would have apologized and opened up about how you would let it be hurt.You are used to taking on everything alone, but you didn't realize that the lich is not as strong as you thought.

Lich, you still want to see it laugh, but, will it still laugh?

You don't disobey it anymore, since it doesn't care about you, what's the use of disobeying it.

The environment in the dungeon and those punishments made you have a fever again in the second half of the night, and you felt someone pick you up in your daze, and put you on the bed after walking for a while.

No.: in

When you wake up, the first thing you see is the girl reading by the bed.A girl is so engrossed in reading that she doesn't even notice when you wake up.

So you reach out and touch her cheek.

The girl grabs your hand and looks at you.

You started to cry again, crying silently, suppressed to the extreme, you covered your mouth to suppress coughing, blood flowed from your fingers.

The girl doesn't know how to comfort you at all, she can only hold you in her arms, silently.

You approached the girl, kissed her gently on the face, and then blushed and continued to get into the girl's arms.The girl also seemed a little dazed, touched her cheek, and then looked at you in her arms.

Asleep again?The living are so fragile.

Since then, you have been forced to follow the Lich, unable to leave your bedroom without a fight, your physical condition has plummeted, and sometimes spit out a few mouthfuls of blood when you cough.If you are not reading books, learning and experimenting, you are usually crying in the bedroom.Girls come to see you every day. In fact, you have a lot of common language. Your knowledge is not inferior to her. Some of your suggestions can always make her suddenly enlightened. She likes to talk to you about various theories and experiments, military and military affairs. Trick, but as soon as you stop talking you start crying silently and pass out in her arms.

Many times, she hates your cowardly crying, but admires your erudition and likes your help and advice to her, so whenever you cry, she always hugs you and pats you on the back .

The days passed like this day by day, maybe it was because of your pale face, the lich who was afraid of your death began to allow you to go out of your bedroom to bask in the sun, but every time you went out, you were killed by the banshee and death The knight watched closely.

However, there is always a place that the Lich can't watch, isn't there?And you quickly found the blank area of ​​the lich's gaze, that is, at night, the stitch monsters will conduct a collective patrol, and they happen to pass by your bedroom window. This patrol of these guys came out of the camp around The entire camp is for a week, so you just need to change your form and you can get in and leave the camp.

It was one night, you somehow wanted to go around the city of King Nolan, and then you went as soon as you wanted.

You have been wandering outside the city for a long time, and when you were about to go back, you heard a voice. You followed the sound and saw a scene that made you laugh and cry.

That good lich is bathing another good lich.

The other good lich is also very beautiful, but according to your precise aesthetic standards, it is not as beautiful as the good lich. The lines of the bones are not well connected in two places, and some bones are a bit bent, not so straight.It was a troubadour before it was alive, and it obviously didn't want to take a bath, for fear that it would damage its bones, so it insisted on using cleaning magic, but the good lich didn't allow it.

"It must be washed, and magic is not omnipotent. Cleaning with magic is different from taking a bath." The kind lich taught earnestly.

You suddenly had a mischievous mentality, so you changed the attribute to kindness and neutral again, and then ran to the two kindness liches, "Hello, do you need me to help you?"

"It's you again, the little angel who has mercy on everything." The kind lich said helplessly, "How about you bathe it?"

No.: help

"Okay." You were overjoyed, and while earnestly teaching the troubadour, the kind lich, the importance of hygiene and cleanliness, and reciting things from the textbook to it in an orderly manner, you snatched its harp and hit it twice. He untied its clothes and dragged it into the water.

It is struggling desperately, and you are comforting and teaching it while scratching it, and taking various cleaning utensils to clean it dutifully.

It has to be said that bathing a lich is a technical job. It needs to be coaxed and educated. In addition to avoiding all kinds of magic from its anger at all times, it is also necessary to prevent those cleaning tools from scratching its cortex. to prevent it from escaping.

After finally washing, you are so tired that you almost passed out.Seeing you let go, the good lich jumped out of the water immediately, and found a dry towel to wipe its bones aggrievedly.

"Are you a priest?" The troubadour, the good lich, was terrified by your amiable and endless preaching.

"I'm not a pastor." You are very curious why it asks this question, and then you understand, except for pastors, there are very few people who are as capable of preaching as you are, making it impossible for people to refute, and making those teachers feel ashamed like.

"Thank you." The Good Lich said to you, "I can't even convince it."

"You're welcome, this world is full of love. It's wrong for it not to pay attention to hygiene, so we should use love to influence it and help it develop a good habit of loving cleanliness. We should regard helping others get rid of bad habits as a Whenever I help someone get rid of a bad habit, I am often happier than that person.” You said, for a long time when someone said thank you, you would forget the word “you’re welcome” and instead say “ Nevermind" or "It's okay".

The good lich, the troubadour, shuddered after hearing these words, "For the first time, I feel that a pure little angel is so scary."

You wrung your wet clothes and came out of the water, "Is there anything else you can do for me? Please tell me, and I will do my best to help you."

The good lich, the bard, was already afraid, "No more, no more."

You coughed, and secretly wiped off the coughed blood, not wanting to be seen by the two liches, but the good lich has such a keen sense, it immediately took your hand, took out the holy emblem, and began to guide positive energy to cast healing spells.

But knowing what's going on, you quickly interrupted its spellcasting, "No need, I'm of poor constitution, and healing spells won't work." Burn a blood hole in your hand.Luckily, you hid your hands behind your back just in time to keep the two liches out of sight.

That night, the troubadour, the good lich, took you to the ruins, where he sang to you all night, plucking the harp with his bony hands, singing ethereal and melancholy folk songs.These folk songs are all produced by it, and it is easy for people to fall into a world of forgetting you after listening to it, and immerse their hearts in the clear river water and do not want to go out of this world of self.

You know bards retain their musical abilities when they transform into good liches.But I didn't expect the song of this kind lich to be so sad and moving, it's easy to think that the lingering voice will linger for three days.It sings better than all the music you listen to.

No.: try

At this point you can't help but think of the kobold's singing.A kobold once offered to give you her singing voice.God!The power of that song is no less than that of the banshee's howl!The first sentence almost pulled your soul out of your body, the second sentence made you run for four rounds involuntarily, and the third sentence made you almost commit suicide.But you are too embarrassed not to finish listening, and feel that your life is about to die after listening to it.Later, you once suggested to the leader of the kobolds to let the kobolds sing in unison during the battle, so as to scare all the enemies away.

That incident scarred your soul, scaring you from listening to other people singing, until you heard this good lich singing.

You start to crave singing again.

"Your singing is as beautiful as you are," you wrote in your diary.

"You don't reject us undead?" the bard good lich asked you after finishing singing.

You shook your head, "I will help whoever I see, regardless of the identity of the other party, as long as others need my help, I will help. But I am curious why you have embarked on the path of becoming a lich that is not understood by others. ?”

"Don't you want to live forever?" the bard good lich asks you.

"No, I just want to help more people in my lifetime." You said, "As for when to die, why force it, these things are in the hands of gods, not us."

"Not everyone has no obsession like you." The troubadour, the kind lich, tells you, "We have something we want to protect forever."

"What is that?" I asked it.

"That thing is the royal city of the Norlan kingdom to it." The troubadour, the good lich, said, "To me, it is it."

You stare at it in amazement.

"I love it," whispered the bard good lich.

It doesn't know, that is, this sentence, which made you change your mind.

"Can you cooperate with me to cast a few spells?" The kind lich suddenly came over.

You immediately agreed, and you saw a golden holy light appear between the wave of the good lich, and then the fan-shaped area with a radius of six meters around it was filled with brilliant holy light, you and the bard good lich were both killed shrouded in holy light.

"Is there evil around here?" You look around, but there are no other creatures.

The good lich just continued to chant the spell, and waited until the last syllable of it fell. With it as the center, the white light reappeared within a radius of 12 meters, forming a hemisphere, enveloping you and the bard good lich again. Inside.

"Law?" You continue to watch the good lich cast spells. It is a pleasure to watch such a beautiful lich cast spells.

But the good lich didn't continue to cast the third spell. When you were about to say goodbye to it, it just stared at you, and you looked at it wonderingly, "Do you need any help? Tell me and I will try my best to help. "

The good lich took a step closer, "I want to know who you are."

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is..." You smiled apologetically.

"Sorry to interrupt you, what I want to know is not this, why can't detect evil and detect chaos to detect your aura, the law and the strike of the holy light have no effect on you, but you are so scared Light magic?" The words of the kind lich surprised you a little, "Even if your total level has exceeded mine and you have hidden your aura, if you are not kind, the Holy Light Strike will not fail you. A little hurt."

No.: return

That's right, if the attribute is not good, the Light's Strike cannot be immune.

"I don't know." You also made a confused look, "A bad person forced me to sign a slave contract. Could it be related to this?"

Seeing that you are destined to refuse to say anything, the kind lich grabbed your hand that was hidden behind you, held the holy emblem and cast a divine spell instantly,