Knowing such shocking news, Lyle felt... well, actually, Lyle didn't feel much at all, just a sense of fulfillment that Andrey's ceiling was the ceiling of ceilings, and that he had a true powerhouse at his back.
From another aspect, those guys from the literature club who were frolicking before the Grim Reaper were also quite strong.
The literature club, flirting with death with their lives, we are professionals.
Dispelling the amusing thoughts from his mind, Lyle continued his museum journey.
The late Director must have been a very meticulous noble, as the environment and layout here revealed the fastidiousness of an old aristocracy. Lyle even found a bottle of refined rose essential oil in the exhibition area, lending a faint fragrance to the place, although Liches might not be able to sense it.
The block of essential oil was an ellipsoid solid, much like a golden egg. Perhaps Nia had already started drooling, as she had no resistance to fragrant foods at all.
