In Lyle's hands, the Lich Crown began to tremble, and Lyle even suspected it might crack open in his grasp the next instant. Lyle looked at Raymond's solid helmet, with not the slightest extra movement; Mr. Raymond was not joking.
He was actually prepared to hand over Andrey's Lich Crown, the Divine Artifact, to Lyle! Had Lyle known that Raymond had once casually given away his own Holy Sword Turmund, perhaps he would not have been as shocked as he was now.
"Mr. Raymond, why are you unwilling to wear the Lich Crown? Does it have some negative effect on the Power of Holy Light?"
Raymond shook his head, "It does not, Lyle. The Lich Crown is Andrey's Crown of the Races, a power of the race that cannot be rejected by any force, and of course, it could bring me certain benefits."
"But I cannot wear it, not for me, but for you all, for Andrey."
"For Andrey."
