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The patient seemed to want to show a smile, but failed; he nodded his head

Wildege left his brother's office with a grim expression on his face

Xude grabbed the fleeing Wilderge, forcibly pulling down his tall frame and further tousling his hair. "Be careful," he said, "I don't want to lose another brother."

Baldwin ran to Anton's place

The sunlight was intense, which meant that the visibility in the shallow waters would be very high. Lily carefully clipped her favorite cherry-red nose clip onto her petite nose. Her sun-kissed, dark, and shiny skin made the clip look particularly adorable. She took a deep breath and submerged herself underwater.

"Stop (Local Language: Stop), Weiwei"

No one understands the malevolence and stubbornness of the soul better than the Lich, especially when it pertains to the soul that originally belongs to this body

I hope this guy is just trying to imitate that Vildeg Salieri, and is not actually connected to Salieri's "Vulture"; otherwise, Lily might have picked up a trouble that is too big to handle.

He is concerned about the future of the Salieri family

Today, the sea appears somewhat unusual; there are no fish, and the sea anemones and soft corals are all curled up. The usually busy little crabs, starfish, and jellyfish are nowhere to be seen. Lily even spotted a gigantic clam tightly closed, seemingly lifeless. Normally, Lily would have picked it up and taken it to the shore to see if there were any pearls inside, but now this bold girl dared not linger any longer. She forced herself to remain calm and turned to swim towards the surface. Just then, she felt a chill and a tightness around her ankle. Looking down, she was shocked to see a pale human hand!

The patient ceased to observe his arm and turned to examine everything around him. It was quite an ordinary room, with the apricot-yellow paint on the walls exuding the fragrance of plants. The deep brown beams of the ceiling appeared fresh, as if they had just been stripped from the bark of a tree. The snow-white cotton sheet on his body had a slight stiffness from washing, yet it was very dry and smooth, causing the skin all over his body to emit pleasant sighs. The deep brown beams of the ceiling appeared fresh, as if they had just been stripped from the bark of a tree. The snow-white cotton sheet on his body had a slight stiffness from washing, yet it was very dry and smooth, causing the skin all over his body to emit pleasant sighs

Although it may seem somewhat redundant, he still made a phone call to the head of the operations department. That guy is much smarter than Balden, and Wilderg has not encountered any major troubles with him overseeing things. However, the situation is quite different now

Just as people refer to the Agnelli family as the Kings of East Sardinia, the Salieri family is also known as the Kings of West Sardinia. Over the course of four hundred years, the family's influence has spread from San Rosia throughout the entire country. Initially, their primary business activities were confined to underground industries, such as gambling, counterfeiting, the sex trade, drug trafficking, extortion, violent activities, and financial fraud. However, after the mid-19th century, the Salieri family shifted its focus to construction, transportation, insurance, hotels, factories, and mining. Large-scale smuggling gradually replaced the drug trade, which often brought them into conflict with state institutions. West Sardinia resembles a hand reaching into the triangular sea area, and behind it lies a continent separated by a body of water, home to more than ten countries. Opposite is the largest archipelago in the world. West Sardinia has nine ports, with the smallest one handling a daily throughput of around 200,000 tons. The towering cranes stand tall, and the flow of container trucks is incessant. Countless goods are transferred here day and night to various parts of the world, and often, all the Salieri family needs is a small gap between containers. As long as there is demand in the market, they supply it, from heart transplants to nuclear materials; the Salieri family has it all. Astronomical profits flow into the Salieri family's secret accounts every day. As long as there is demand in the market, they supply it, from heart transplants to nuclear materials; the Salieri family has it all. Astronomical profits flow into the Salieri family's secret accounts every day

Fortunately, Lily is using a new shovel today. Its front end is not as thin and sharp as the previous one, which had become so due to excessive digging in the sea sand; otherwise, you would have had the pleasure of seeing your own bones today. A doctor whose physique resembles that of a butcher rather than a physician calmly organizes his medical kit: "Remember to thank her. After all, it was Lily who pulled you out of the sea, not leaving you to be fed to the eels, and she dragged you quite a distance... Alright, stop looking; she didn't actually shovel your arm off."

Hude needs to gather some information from Balden so that he can determine whether this attack is aimed at the family's triangular sea base, at Balden, at Alex, or at the family itself. This almost signifies the beginning of yet another war—a war belonging to the dark world. At this time, it would be best for Wielderg not to stay here and cause him trouble

He is fine; he just drank a bit too much water, and his mind is a little unclear. In a couple of days, after getting enough food and sleep, he will be lively and energetic again, the doctor said

What is this

It was not until the screen of the landline phone began to emit a soft blue glow that the old man pulled himself out of his nightly routine of memories, contemplation, and self-reflection—Anto had agreed to the deal, and two days later, he would package the charming, undamaged live Balden as a gift to be delivered to the location designated by the Salieri family

* * *

It seemed that something had been disturbed, and the part below the wrist suddenly emerged from the darkness. It was a slender young man, almost devoid of clothing, which had been washed away by the waves. Lily had seen many such corpses before, but none had ever made her feel this cold from the depths of her heart. His skin remained so clean, so bright, resembling a marble statue, yet marble would never grasp the ankle of a living person. Lily was on the verge of tears, silently pleading for the deceased's forgiveness while raising her small shovel.

Alright, Lily, go back to the village and stay with your mother. By the way, let her know that I will be staying here to take care of this fellow for the next couple of days and won't be returning for the time being. However, she must remember to send meals for two people three times a day.

Wildeg raised his hands in surrender to his brother: "However, since Alex's body has not been found, could there still be some miracle? For instance, what if he was merely swept away by the waves to some beautiful bay?"

Baldwin must have confirmed Alex's death before turning to Anto, knowing that this incident would certainly not earn him his father's forgiveness. However, Anto would not accept a mere fugitive. Vivi, go see how many things Baldwin has actually touched

To others, the Salieri family seemed to be exceptionally fortunate, but Don José Salieri had begun to worry thirty years ago

Thoughts on sleep? The Lich remained silent, yet he still followed his mentor's instructions, singing once every night until the day before his first outing, when he encountered the dimensional storm

However, these two families had differing opinions on whether to welcome the king's return. In order to prevent further conflict, Salieri conceded, and Agnelli, after successfully welcoming the king back, became the most prominent and illustrious noble family on the peninsula, while Salieri returned to Saint Rosia with his own strength

The medical expenses, along with potential subsequent costs, are approximately around 500 yuan, which will be recorded on your account. Young man, if you still remember the phone numbers of your relatives and friends, quickly call them to reassure them, and also ask them to remit money as soon as possible; if not, you can wait until you recover and do some odd jobs in the village to offset your medical expenses, with interest calculated according to the national bank's rates.

She is not doing this for fun. Like most girls in fishing villages, Lily needs to gather beautifully colored corals and shells during her leisure time. After accumulating them, she sells them at the market to tourists or buyers to prepare her dowry. Lily is quite skilled; she can dive to great depths and her catch is always better and more abundant than others. Although there are times when she feels she is about to die, the sight of fresh banknotes always makes her forget the pain of suffocation, and she eagerly jumps back into the sea.

* * *

The familiar silence allowed the lich to enter meditation more swiftly, as scattered fragments of memory were disrupting the brain that already belonged to him. He needed to quickly recover, organize, and absorb them.

The Witch's Requiem

Everyone in Saint-Rosie knows Don José Salieri. Many consider him a trustworthy, kind, and down-to-earth old man, while others believe he is the very embodiment of evil. However, more people, including his enemies, think he is merely a coward who has never seen blood

"Well then, take a good rest, lucky guy!" The doctor said rudely as he saw Lily and her father in the corridor outside the room

In addition, similar to those aggressive male raptors that often peck their partners into a frenzy, Wilderg has never been a gentle and considerate person. Although he is generous, do not expect him to accompany you to the theater or for dinner. Moreover, once he discovers something unfavorable—no matter if it is merely an unintentional remark made to others about him—he will unhesitatingly stuff you into a yellow trash bin marked as non-recyclable, waiting for the next day to be discarded along with leftover food, bones, vegetable scraps, tissues, and toilet paper into a landfill. When women speak of him, they always cover half their faces with a fan, lower their eyes, and bite their lips, displaying a mixture of fear and disdain. Yet everyone knows that as long as Wilderg shows even the slightest interest, there will inevitably be a girl, like a mindless female griffon vulture, unable to resist the temptation, appearing before him.

In just a few words, Xude unilaterally and forcefully ended the call, and now he can finally focus his attention on the astonishing pile of pending documents.

Xude smiled as he took out a spare handkerchief from the bottom drawer of his desk to wipe his face. He thought of the little bastard, like a dog. In fact, the items taken by Balden held little value; after all, he was a man of no real authority. The reason Xude had kicked Weidege out was for other reasons—yes, small aircraft are prone to accidents, but no matter the type of accident, it could not cause such a complete disintegration in mid-air. The pilot's body had already been found; he hadn't even managed to grab the parachute bag and underwater rifle that were right beside him. It is important to note that he was a man of no real authority. The reason Xude had kicked Weidege out was for other reasons—yes, small aircraft are prone to accidents, but no matter the type of accident, it could not cause such a complete disintegration in mid-air. The pilot's body had already been found; he hadn't even managed to grab the parachute bag and underwater rifle that were right beside him. A life jacket cannot protect against a shark attack

Wildege's nickname is "The Spotted Griffin," although it has little to do with his appearance. People call him this because he is as ruthless and tenacious as the great spotted griffin. His favorite and most skilled activity is hunting down the enemies of his family—along with traitors like Balden. The names of these individuals are often written on a plain little white note and handed to this young man. Those who are usually found idling and drinking in various nightclubs and underground casinos associated with the family will disappear for a while. When they reappear, Father Adolf, who presides over the funerals, will have something to do.

The rumors regarding the presence of fragments of the bodies of family enemies and traitors mixed into the cat food cans produced by the company have already affected the sales of Black Cat cat food

She began to scream, but the rushing seawater nearly drowned her. Fortunately, this also restored her courage. While Lily silently recited the name of the saint in prayer for protection, she unfastened the long-handled small shovel from her waist and thrust it forcefully into that hand.

Very good

For a moment, Xude genuinely wanted to write something like "eliminate the other cat food factory owners," which reflects a distinctly "Banjiao" style of handling opinions.

August 15, 2056

Where exactly has the frenzied planar storm sent itself? There is neither a magic net nor a shadow magic net here, and the magical energy contained in the earth and sky is thin and difficult to capture. Only "electricity," something akin to a magic net, crawls across the entire continent. However, the lightning element, seemingly docile yet actually chaotic, imprisoned within metallic wires, clearly cannot serve as a reliance for casting spells. Stripped mercilessly by the storm of his robe, skeleton, and certainly unable to retain a scroll or a spatial ring, the lich must engage in a small-scale war with this soul that should have long since departed from the body, relying solely on the scant magical energy and resilient mental strength that remain. Although this stubborn soul is far from being a match for the lich, it is evidently aided greatly by its inclination towards the original owner's body. Knowing that continuing to stalemate would inevitably lead to his expulsion, the lich helplessly rummages through his memories for a score. The wail of the banshee is perhaps one of the most familiar lich spells to people, but within the library of the necromancer's tower, there exists a more dangerous record.

The man, Hude Salieri, seated with a solemn demeanor typical of a cleric or a military figure, sat upright in a cherry wood chair adorned with motifs of grapes and women. He was the eldest son of the family patriarch, Don José Salieri, and offered a warning smile to Wilderg. He appeared not much older than "Vulture," yet when he called Wilderg by his nickname, he bore a similar authority and helplessness to that of his father. In fact, he shared many physical traits with both of their fathers, including smooth, short hair that was black with strands of silver, thick black eyebrows, and gray eyes. His nose curved slightly upward at the tip, and while he seemed not much older than "Vulture," his authoritative yet helpless tone echoed that of his father. The only resemblance he shared with his brother, who shared the same blood, was their thin, bright red lips, a trait inherited from their mother.

The man with black hair silently looked at his arm, which had been bandaged—there were at least four or five lacerations.

The young girl shyly twisted her fingers... If it weren't for the man who struggled to open his eyes at the last moment, she would have truly pushed his arm away. There was no helping it; his hand was so cold, and he suddenly grabbed her foot. In that instant, all the terrifying scenes from horror movies flooded her mind... Fortunately, she saw those black eyes, more beautiful than the pure black pearls she had seen at the St. Rosia Jewelry Exhibition... She would have truly pushed his arm away; there was no helping it, his hand was so cold, and he suddenly grabbed her foot. In that instant, all the terrifying scenes from horror movies flooded her mind... Fortunately, she saw those black eyes, more beautiful than the pure black pearls she had seen at the St. Rosia Jewelry Exhibition...

"Because you are not a woman, you weren't when you were alive, and there's no guarantee that you will change gender after death," the mentor said impatiently. "But you might as well sing more; I find it very helpful for my thinking."

He now knows that his name is Alex Salieri

The father who sent the doctor away returned and, within a few seconds, sent his daughter back to their old house in the village. While saving a life is certainly a good deed, it is not appropriate for an unmarried girl to be alone in a room with a man. If something were to happen, he would have no choice but to marry his most precious Lily to this unknown individual.

He is unaware that this trouble is much greater than he imagines

"Father will be unhappy," Wilder added. "I have never seen him like that... Even a few years ago, when he mistakenly thought you were dead, his expression was not that bad."

According to the instructions, this spell can permanently soothe all souls within the area of effect in a single use. However, when the lich tried it, he found that his song could only induce a state of hypnosis

Baldwin is truly fortunate, but unfortunately, he always makes the wrong choices

Baldin must think so as well, but in two days he will completely change this erroneous notion, thought Don José Salieri

The witches here are not to be compared with mere little female demons. To put it simply, only those women who possess magical power yet maintain a pure mind and body can be called witches. For instance, a mature drow female elf who never kills, engages in promiscuity, or contemplates any schemes or tricks. Perhaps this book would be used as a table leg in any corner of the Forgotten Realms, but the lich, who approaches all books, including that chaotic tome of the Shire, with utmost reverence, read and studied this spell, which lacks any level designation, with great seriousness. Perhaps this book would be used as a table leg in any corner of the Forgotten Realms, but the lich, who approaches all books, including that chaotic tome of the Shire, with utmost reverence, read and studied this spell, which lacks any level designation, with great seriousness.

The man's lip line is drawn straight with a cold demeanor

At midnight, the patient opened their eyes, and from the depths of their dark, lifeless pupils, a vivid crimson hue slowly seeped through. Their pale lips parted slightly, and a haunting melody, not of this world, resonated before dawn

The old man had said that Alex was not to be involved in any family matters, yet he still took Alex to the family base in the Triangle Sea; he should have brought Alex back safely, but Alex died; ... Well, at least he could find a quiet place to hide for two or three years, but instead, he hurried to Anto ... . ... Perhaps he could survive until next week. Well, at least he could find a quiet place to hide for two or three years, but instead, he hurried to Anto ... . ... Perhaps he could survive until next week

This is not the job that Wilderg likes, but he knows that now is not a good time for bargaining: "Then goodbye, brother." He playfully left a wet farewell kiss on his brother's face

What is annoying is that guy is terrifyingly sharp ... ? ... Perhaps he would be more suited for the intelligence department, but then the action department would be left without a leader, Wilderg. ? He still needs at least ten more years, unless this reckless guy gets in front of a bullet before then.

However, in the end, he still sighed and wrote, "Choose an appropriate day to invite representatives from the media and the public to visit the factory..."

Four hundred years ago, the people here were enraged by the tyrannical colonizers and the cowardly royal family. They took up rudimentary weapons and drove them all out of this beautiful peninsula. However, they did not realize that while it only took strength and courage to destroy the old order, establishing a new order required patience and tolerance, which was something most people could not achieve. They had too much hatred to vent, and no one knew which surname became the first target of revenge, nor did they know on which surname blood and death could ultimately come to rest. People only knew that it was two families, the Agnelli and the Salieri, that finally quelled all of this.

He walked into the patient's room. Indeed, this fortunate young man was quite handsome. Even in his current weak state, with his eyes closed and lacking vitality, he could easily grace the cover of a magazine aimed at pleasing women. His skin was fair, devoid of tattoos, and his fingers and toes were slender, indicating that he was different from the young men in the village who spent their days either immersed in the sea or climbing aboard boats. He was a young gentleman living a somewhat privileged life. If he truly were a young gentleman, it would not be a problem. The old father sighed with worry as he looked at the bronze ring on the patient's index finger, which featured a complex and delicate lily pattern on its smooth surface. He had once seen something similar on the hand of another rather handsome young man, and later he learned that this attractive young man was Wilderg Salieri.

The small house by the sea is terrifyingly tranquil, with all living beings plunged into a deep slumber. Even the plants droop their branches and leaves, remaining utterly still, while the movement of the sea and wind slows down within a certain area

Wildeg Salieri hung up the phone, his high cheekbones accentuating the elongated eyes typical of young men from the South, which nearly squinted into a narrow slit. The amber pupils hidden within sparkled brightly, while his tousled, short black curls were interspersed with irregular strands of silver-gray, giving his entire head an uncanny resemblance to that of a large vulture, particularly as the beak of the latter was as strikingly deep red as his own lips.

The Lich sighed, guiding the bewildered soul, drawn out of its body by the enchanting song, into the bronze ring. Beside him, there was only this small metallic object, temporarily serving as a magical tool.

It is not as if there are enemies or traitors' bodies to be thrown into the grinder every day, you fool

Since receiving the news of the disappearance of Alexander (nicknamed Alex) Salieri, Don José Salieri has been standing in front of the large glass floor-to-ceiling window, with the entire city of San Rosia, the wealthiest and most violent city in the country, before his eyes

West Sardinia, City of Saint Lucia