Locating the phylactery of a lich?
That would be rather difficult.
Roland sighed and said, "It's not that I don't want to help you, but I've never even touched the mechanism of a lich's phylactery, let alone figured it out."
"We've already taken that into consideration." The Winterwolf Holy Lady forked three more vegetables into her mouth, chewed slowly, and smiled. "There's a lich's phylactery in our clan. It's been many years. "
"One that no longer has a lich's soul?" Roland's eyes glittered.
The lich's technology to preserve souls was interesting, but none of the major Magic Towers had it.
It wasn't that they couldn't study it, but that they were too disdainful and dared not study it.
They were afraid that they would be attracted by the power and fall into the evil path of immortality.
But the players didn't have such a problem, because they were immortal in the game.
The Winterwolf Holy Lady forked another piece of tender, juicy meat. "No, there's still a soul in it."
"Why didn't you kill him?" asked Roland curiously.
He had learned a thing or two about the Frostwolf Clan. It was a clan that saved the world in the past, and they had an instinctive aversion to evil things.
Although they were usually quite peaceful, if they met someone with evil power and a soul, they would kill them.
It was hard to imagine that they would keep a lich's phylactery in their clan without smashing it.
"That guy killed quite a few of our clansmen." The Winterwolf Holy Lady smiled. "Then, we found his phylactery. It took us a lot of effort, and we even asked the Winterwolf to help …"
Speaking of the Winterwolf, the Holy Lady was bummed again. Even the food in front of her didn't taste good anymore.
Roland laughed when he heard that. "So, you put his phylactery in your clan and locked him in the tiny phylactery forever, as a punishment?"
The Winterwolf Holy Lady nodded quickly. "At first, I heard that he often roared or begged with mental power, but he's silent now. But I can guarantee that his soul is still in there. "
"You heard? How long has the lich been sealed? "
"Probably more than five hundred years. Anyway, it was a dozen generations ago. "
Tsk … How cruel. It seemed that it wasn't a good thing to offend the Frostwolf Clan.
"Are you afraid?" The Winterwolf Holy Lady looked at Roland with a vague smile and continued, "We can give you the phylactery. We don't care whether or not you can figure out the technology to locate the phylactery."
"You trust me that much?"
"You already have an irreconcilable grudge with the Lich." The Winterwolf Holy Lady giggled. "Every time we attack a camp, we will shout, 'As Archmage Roland commands, please die!'"
Roland was drinking fruit wine and almost spat it out when he heard that. Fortunately, he forced himself to swallow it.
But it made his throat sore, and he coughed repeatedly.
Looking at Roland, the Winterwolf Holy Lady said with a smile, "Since you hired us, of course we have to spread your name."
Roland actually didn't care. After all, he and the Lich were already irreconcilable.
However, what the Frostwolf Clan was doing was too ridiculous.
Roland couldn't help but ask, "How many liches' camps have you cleared?"
"At least a hundred." The Winterwolf Holy Lady thought for a moment and said, "Anyway, I've cleared almost all the liches' camps in the north. I'm chasing them to the south."
Hearing that, Roland took out five money bags from his system Backpack without hesitation and put them on the table.
"This is the reward we agreed on."
So much money … The Winterwolf Holy Lady, who was in between maturity and inexperience, beamed with delight.
After all, she was a Holy Lady and couldn't be too humiliated.
So she said to Roland with an awkward smile, "But we haven't caught a real lich yet."
"No, this is already very impressive," said Roland sincerely.
Liches, like Mages, needed to be studied.
It meant that the growth of liches came at a cost too.
Unlike Mages, who could be bought with money, liches could only produce themselves because everyone hated them.
They had to collect the materials and make the magic potions themselves.
Even the necessities of life had to be obtained by themselves.
But thankfully, they had a lot of undead creatures to do the work for them, so their lives were relatively safe.
After the liches' camps were destroyed, their logistics would be severely damaged, and they might even lose their source of income.
The establishment of every liches' camp would cost them a lot of energy and materials.
It was already painful to destroy one, but it would be fatal to destroy a whole bunch of them.
At this moment, Roland could already guess that the liches probably hated him to death.
"Then I'll accept it?" asked the Winterwolf Holy Lady carefully.
"Please." Roland made a gesture.
"You're so generous, boss."
The Winterwolf Holy Lady also took out a strange red string from her clothes and circled the money bags on the table. Then, the money bags disappeared without a trace.
Roland was stunned. "What kind of magic item is this?"
"The Winterwolf Holy Rope."
"It seems to me to be made of the same material as the ones on you."
"The ones on me." The Winterwolf Holy Lady put her hand on the first button of her clothes and said with a charming smile, "Do you want to examine them or study them?"
Well … Roland was actually quite interested.
It was purely academic.
But then he waved his hand.
It was just a special spatial method, probably related to divine spells. Forget it.
Wouldn't it be better to learn the spatial magic Mystra's Mansion?
Of course … it had a lot to do with his current state as a sage.
Under normal circumstances, he might have been tempted.
After all, the winter wolf was really white, big, and round.
And with long legs.
Seeing Roland refuse, the Winterwolf Holy Lady didn't mind. She said with a smile, "You gave up this opportunity yourself, don't blame me. Okay, wait here for a moment. I'll go to the clan and get the phylactery for you. "
With that said, the Winterwolf Holy Lady ran off with a piece of meat in her mouth.
It was really like an alpha's action.
But come to think of it, they were wolves in the first place.
Roland, on the other hand, ate by himself.
About ten minutes later, Beatrice came out of the kitchen, sat down next to Roland, and asked shyly, "Roland, how many days are you going to stay here?"
"I don't think so. It's not good for you to stay here, right?"
"It's fine. I don't have … a man anyway." Beatrice wrung her hands nervously.
Roland wasn't a pure man anymore. He knew exactly what Beatrice meant.
But … he couldn't help but ask curiously, "You've been in Wetland City for so long. Have you never fallen for any man?"
"I … I live here, so I'm yours." Beatrice blushed shyly after saying that.
Then, without waiting for Roland to reply, she ran upstairs with her face in her hands.
Roland shrugged.
Then he continued to eat the side dishes.
After a while, the Winterwolf Holy Lady came back, panting a little.
She was holding a cold wooden box in her hand.
The wood was made of Green Cotton Wood.
The Green Cotton Wood was abundant in the forest, and it wasn't considered a rare wood. However, it had a special characteristic. The longer it lived, the harder it became, and the more resistant it was to being corroded by air and time.
The furniture made of Green Cotton Wood that was more than a hundred years old was said to be indestructible, but it smelled a little bad.
However, liches didn't have a sense of smell, so it wasn't a problem to make it into a phylactery.
The Winterwolf Holy Lady put the wooden box on the table and said, "This teleportation magic array is really useful. It only costs a few silver coins and half a minute to travel from the south to the north. The Goddess of Magic truly deserves her name of wisdom. "
Roland smiled and quickly agreed.
Few people knew that he was the inventor of the teleportation magic array.
In fact, Roland guessed that the Winterwolf Holy Lady's real purpose was to keep the five bags of gold coins safe. After all, it was the first time that she had so much money.
Of course, Roland wouldn't expose her. He wasn't that emotionally intelligent.
Half a second later, he focused his eyes on the wooden box on the table.
From the moment the wooden box appeared, he felt a chaotic spirit roaming around the wooden box, and then slowly spreading out.
The quaint magic patterns on the wooden box looked like the stripes of flowers but carried the vicissitudes of barbaric languages. It was obviously an interesting magic array.
"It's all yours." The Winterwolf Holy Lady was relieved and said with a smile, "We'll continue hunting liches. Roland, I have a question."
"What is it?"
"If we can kill a lich on our own, how much money can you give us?"
"Two hundred gold coins for a lich's head," Roland said without hesitation. Roland said without hesitation, "In the future, every time you destroy a camp, you can ask me for twenty gold coins."
Hearing that, the Winterwolf Holy Lady quickly ate the food in front of her and stood up. "You have to keep your promise. I'll take my men to do it for you right now."
After saying that, she hurriedly left.
Roland was slightly shocked. Then, he felt relieved. He vaguely understood why the Winterwolf Holy Lady was so eager.
The Winterwolf Holy Lady walked out of the manor with a fire burning in her heart.
She knew too well the problems of the Frostwolf Clan.
They had lost their direction and didn't know where to go.
In particular, after the Winter Wolf ran away some time ago, everyone in the Frostwolf Clan was panicked and dispirited.
After this world didn't need their salvation anymore, the Frostwolf Clan lived around the Winter Wolf.
Now that the totem was gone, they were naturally devastated.
In fact, the Winterwolf Holy Lady was the one who was devastated the most, but as the real leader of the entire clan, she couldn't show her emotions.
Roland could only vaguely see confusion on her face.
She had to admit that she actually had a good impression of Roland, a man who could look at her body directly.
Roland had always thought that when the Winterwolf Holy Lady performed the ritual dance with the red rope tied around her body, anyone could see her if they looked up!
But that was actually just a misunderstanding.
The people of the Frostwolf Clan worshiped the Holy Lady. They wouldn't look at her, especially the men, who would never raise their heads.
Outsiders, on the other hand, couldn't see her at all.
The red rope was a piece of god-level equipment made of the Winter Wolf's fur and could block consciousness.
Outsiders would only see mist when they saw the Winterwolf Holy Lady dancing the ritual dance.
Only someone like Roland, who could even look at the gods directly, could see her clearly.
So it was understandable that the Winterwolf Holy Lady had a slightly unusual view of Roland.
All Holy Ladies were proud, no matter what religion they were from.
Roland could talk to the Winterwolf Holy Lady normally because Roland could see the Holy Lady's true appearance.
Only after the two of them got to know each other did they become friends today.
The Winterwolf Holy Lady had been trying to make the Frostwolf Clan stronger and even go out.
But the human world seemed to have never been in touch with them, who had dog ears and alien body parts.
And the orcs didn't like them, either.
They thought that they were human hybrids.
The Winterwolf Holy Lady had always thought that the Frostwolf Clan would forever live in the icy and snowy northern region, isolated from the world.
But after Roland brought them to Wetland City last time, she finally understood that there were still places in this world that could accept them 100%.
The werecats and succubi were everywhere in this city … And this time, she brought a few of her clansmen to Wetland City just to see how the people of Wetland City would view them without Roland's leadership.
The result made them ecstatic.
Although there were onlookers along the way, those eyes were earnest and without malice!
But they also seemed to be a little malicious, the subtle kind.
They didn't want to hurt anyone, but more like they wanted to take them as their own.
She lived in this city for a few days, and although she encountered a lot of people who struck up a conversation, no one attacked them, not even insulted them.
Then, after Roland came over, he directly took out five hundred gold coins as a reward.
She felt that it wouldn't be a problem to buy a piece of land in the outer city and take over the entire clan.
The Frostwolf Clan was a very easily satisfied race. As long as they had a place to live, food to eat, and the people around them didn't have any malice toward them, then they would feel very happy.
"Five hundred gold coins can buy a large piece of land in the city, but it's not enough for the entire clan to live in." The Winterwolf Holy Lady's face was so happy that she murmured to herself, "We can reclaim wastelands outside the city. I heard that the mayor here is very close to Roland. If we have time, we can ask him to put in a good word for us, kill a few more liches, make up a thousand, and buy a lot of large pieces of land. Then all of our clan can live next to this beautiful, kind city."
Thinking of such a beautiful life, the pair of white dog ears on the Winterwolf Holy Lady's head slightly swayed from side to side.
Roland, on the other hand, picked up the wooden box and teleported back to Delpon.
He had just returned home and hadn't even taken a few steps in the manor when Andonara and the angel Nia both rushed in front of him almost at the same time.
The two were so fast that they left afterimages.
Andonara was relieved to see Roland. "I thought something unclean dared to break into our home."
Then her eyes fell on the wooden box on Roland's body.
The angel Nia's eyes also fell on the wooden box.
Roland raised the thing, shook it, and said, "A lich phylactery."
Stunned, Nia then walked up to Roland and said solemnly, "You're not allowed to study these things, or both my mother and I will be sad."
Andonara: Huh?
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