Lyle had no idea that his squalid, craven demeanor was on display in front of all the residents of the City of Wandering. Compared to the fierce and roaring pose of the young Demon Race member swinging his fists, Lyle's thief-like lowliness was not at all endearing.
Although the Andrey Liches didn't care and became carefree again after confirming Lyle's safety, they were meticulously assessing Lyle's actions.
"Mr. Plague Doctor's movement, ah, three parts cautious, seven parts timid, utterly servile. Look at him tiptoeing, that's the probing of someone lacking confidence. And his triple glances back with each step reveal his apprehensions. The glance over his shoulder—fantastic, like the scene of Prometheus stealing the Holy Fire right before my eyes!"
"Mr. Plague Doctor is really despicable, a true Lich of ours."
"Hehe, the Plague Doctor is still a bit young. If it were me, I'd definitely send the Demon Race a big gift while sneaking away."
