Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 874 - 811 Yesterday’s Phantom_3

"..." Irason threw himself into the performance, wiping away tears with his sleeve, his swollen eyes brimming with sincerity and confusion, "Why does my dear brother doubt me so? Have I really given you the impression that I’m the type to be lazy and gluttonous?"

The scholar recalled the old Faelga, who at that time seemed more like an ambitious schemer disguised as a good person, a solemn and serious leader with a knife hidden behind her smile.

"Sorry, it’s just that I’ve been a bit rattled lately, and I thought that the common situation of a rebellious offspring running away with the family fortune had occurred."

"..." Irason looked at the stone bricks under his feet and exchanged a glance with the scholar, "Dear brother, it seems like you’ve had a tough time as well..."

The son had run off with the family, the grandson had blown up the tomb, and the scholar was on the verge of crying with the Green Dragon Priest. He patted his companion’s shoulder and said, "These days I’m engrossed in research and no longer deal with Dragon Priest affairs. Welcome to the City of Wandering, the current city lord is my son Carlos, who is unaware of my whereabouts. Have your people talk to him; he’ll find you a good place to stay."

"But, dear brother..."

The scholar waved his hand to stop Irason, "I’m engrossed in academia now and do not wish to be disturbed, Irason, I wish you good luck."

A few minutes later, Irason kidnapped a patrolling Arcanist on the street and contacted the city lord Carlos directly using the Communicating Crystal.

"Are you the esteemed eldest son, Carlos, of Brother Morocoy? I am your Aunt Irason! You don’t recognize me? No matter, as long as you know your father! You’re looking for his whereabouts, right? Auntie has gone through great lengths to find the whereabouts of the Blue Dragon Priest brother; besides, the City of Wandering is promoting multi-racial integration, isn’t it? Auntie has a group of elves that would like to settle down here, yes! We don’t need too luxurious a place, just the newly planned Area Five with ample sunlight. Besides, give us a set of the various preferential policies; your father and I have a great relationship! Old wartime companions! I even held you when you were a baby; you can even call me godmother. Eh, right, we’re family! Good boy, I’ll share the coordinates where your father frequently appears with you..."

Irason turned to a sweating Heinz and gestured that all was going well, then continued to haggle with her newly recognized godson.

"You say the coordinates are within your domain? What’s the issue! Wouldn’t you be able to find your old man’s whereabouts if I didn’t say anything? Please! Your dad is the King of Magic, the Blue Dragon Priest! The strongest of Spellcasters! Do you understand the value of being a Dragon Priest? All right, go and stake out Auntie’s land; do it well or I’ll complain to your dad! "

Irason returned the crystal to the Arcanist and approached Heinz, extending her hand.

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"Pocket money. I just helped the Witherer out with a big problem at the residence; shouldn’t you give me some pocket money to buy some snacks?"

"But isn’t Lady Irason one of our elders?"

"So what if I am an elder?! Elders are people too! Elders have the right to enjoy themselves! Be smart and when in Rome, do as the Romans do! If you want to get by in the City of Wandering, you have to understand this. Don’t you get it, Heinz?"

In the end, Irason took all the currency from Heinz and called out as she left.

"No money, no problem, just remember to run a tab with Carlos and the others! If you’re in trouble, don’t look for me; go to the city lord! We’re family, treat the City of Wandering as your own home! Live happily! Heinz!"

A few days later, after a furious search by the scholar, Irason was found.

That day, the Blue Dragon Priest’s roar could be heard throughout the entire City of Wandering.

"Irason!!!"

The Green Dragon Priest cried out as he ran.

"Brother Morocoy! Let’s talk, brother! Have some cake! Your snacks at home are so tasty! Even the Liches say so! Ah, ouch! Sister is doing this for your own good! Old bones should get out and move around! If you’re slacking off, what about me?! I was wrong, brother!! We’re family, brother, we’re family!! It’s tough love!! The kids are watching!! I won’t say anymore! Stop chasing me, brother!!"

Carlos and Heinz stood to the side, watching with strange expressions.

"That’s your adult family member, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Brother, you have a rough time."

"Yeah."

"Based on the circle of friends my father has, that fleeing adult couldn’t possibly be the Elf Queen..."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I warn you, Lord City Mayor, you must have evidence when you speak. Your rash statements insult our Dream Elves and could lead to a diplomatic crisis between our races! Our Queen is Tiffany, our governing official is Lady Susanna! Lady Irason is just an ordinary elder!"