Section 3

(Note: The above is a Sardinian custom—giving a gold necklace signifies "I wish to marry your daughter"

He is a good child

Alexander has organized part of his memories, including the official language of Sardinia, commonly used vernacular, the official languages commonly used in countries of the Eastern and Western continents, as well as the universally recognized language of the Old Testament Catholic scriptures, known for its rigorous and formal grammar and rhetoric. The history and geography of Sardinia, along with entertainment forms such as music, drama, literature, politics, mathematics, philosophy, sports, or rather competitions, equestrianism, diving, shooting, and a form of physical exercise originating from the Ilyushin Islands—along with information about the Salieri family. The details are unusually abundant and comprehensive, especially concerning Don José Salieri. Since this is merely memory and not emotion, it is impossible to determine whether it is out of respect, admiration, or hatred

He sighed and finished cutting the last carrot in his hand

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It is not surprising that he can inquire about these matters; the fishing village along the Sardinian coast is almost the primary source of new blood for the Salieri family. Such elders always know where to go to ask for information

Of course, when Lily mentioned the matter of delivering food tonight, she did not express it to her daughter in this manner. She had once been a young girl herself and understood that young women can sometimes be like moths drawn to a flame; those dangerous young men hold an irresistible allure for them.

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Lily's mother watched as the young man chose a long, thin knife. Oh, what a poor choice, she thought to herself. This type of knife is generally used for cutting bread or cheese; when used to cut this kind of radish, it would either get stuck inside or, after peeling off a slippery layer, fly out.

In the blink of an eye, a radish was completely processed. I combined all the pieces together, and it was still a whole radish, with not a bit wasted

Give him another pair of black-framed glasses, and say that he is a university student with a passion for literature and archaeology; who would not believe it? Lily's old father thought gloomily

"You cannot give him such a high evaluation just because he helped you slice the radishes," her husband scoffed, gazing at the living room located to the right of the small dining area, which could be described as a makeshift family room. In one corner, there were several large brown leather sofas, each adorned with a reddish-brown cotton cover and plump cushions. Opposite, in another corner, stood a 15-inch vintage television. The natural wood floor was covered with a dark green and coffee-colored hemp carpet woven by Lily herself, alongside an old wooden coffee table. A couple of floor lamps with parchment shades depicting stories from the Old Testament lazily emitted a warm golden light. None of these items were particularly new, but like every corner of this seaside cottage, they exuded a unique warmth that felt like "home." A young man sat on one of the sofas, intently reading a large stack of old newspapers that Lily's mother had brought him during dinner, "Otherwise, that young man would be so bored," she remarked.

He took away that set of clothes, leaving behind a dozen or so high-quality colored small pearls. They are not exactly priceless items, but one could say they represent a modest sum of money. Lily's father thought for a moment, put the pearls in his pants pocket, and planned to take them to the town in a few months to have them made into jewelry. He intended to make a pair of cufflinks for himself, leave a pair of earrings for Lily's mother, and use the rest as Lily's dowry.

This is what they deserve

Everything came to a halt with a somewhat frail, pale man, who always donned a black-gray hooded cloak, silently emerging from the shadows of the hall at the base of the Necromancer's Tower. The mentor held a rather special attitude towards him. After appreciating all the works of the young lich at that time, he shrugged and trembled as he climbed the long spiral staircase, stumbling every few steps into the study located on the top floor, pulling out the mentor who had been engrossed in a long-lost potion book for several years. The mentor remained silent in the hall for a long time, then gently pressed on his shoulder, solemnly informing his disciple that he was not yet prepared to transform the Necromancer's Tower and library into a specialty store for necromantic magic and related comprehensive supplies. The next day, the study of spells began to significantly consume all of the lich's time.

Lily's face suddenly turned pale, and without saying a word, she entered the room. She did not show herself until she came out.

What pleased the lich even more was that it did not scream like the white mandrake. Although he already knew that the food in this plane would not fight on the plate like the sautéed slices of basmoth and tanar'ri meat he had once tasted, he had yet to encounter the true raw materials. The lich began to process the second carrot, perhaps the low-magic plane truly had its advantages, he thought

The knife glimmered with a silvery light, very beautiful. The handle and blade were nearly the same width. The lich slightly opened his left hand, with the tips of his five fingers merely pressing against the middle section of the radish. The blade gently rested on the edge of the upper end. He moved it back and forth a few times, sensing the pressure exerted by the object on the blade, which was transmitted to the body of the knife, then to the handle, ultimately culminating in a subtle pressure at the web of his right hand. Thus—he said to this brand new body—we begin. He moved it back and forth a few times, sensing the pressure exerted by the object on the blade, which was transmitted to the body of the knife, then to the handle, ultimately culminating in a subtle pressure at the web of his right hand. Thus—he said to this brand new body—we begin

The Lich nodded and helped her bring today's breakfast into the kitchen

That is indeed a rather remarkable type of plant—its rhizome, each about the size of a two-year-old human child, features sparse, serrated leaves of a purplish-red hue at the top. The middle section is plump and spindle-shaped, with slight irregularities, and has a smooth texture. The lower part is densely covered with fine fibrous roots, and upon closer inspection, one can detect a pungent aroma, which is quite penetrating.

A faint, crisp cracking sound emerged in the quiet kitchen. Lily's mother widened her eyes as she sat at the dining table, while the young man had his back to her. She could only see his arms making small, rhythmic movements. As the sound grew increasingly dense and rapid, the knife-wielder began to move towards the end of the radish, slicing it into thin pieces as delicate as paper, which were neatly piled at one end of the large cutting board

This realm appears to be peaceful, but unfortunately, peace clearly does not belong to this body

A good legacy

The murderer and the mastermind behind https://www.hetushu.com have reportedly been captured by the Salieri family and subjected to extrajudicial punishment, however, when compared to Alexander's memory... although it is very similar, it is definitely not.

This type of radish is almost as ubiquitous as bread in Sardinia. It is best pickled with salt or vinegar to serve as a side dish for breakfast, being both fresh and tender, and loved by all.

Lily's mother is a quintessential Sardinian traditional woman, with dark skin, delicate features, and a petite, slightly plump figure. She desires nothing beyond her home and husband, leading a simple and unremarkable life, yet she clearly finds joy in it. "Oh dear," she said, "is the old man not around?"

But this young man is not capable

"Oh, no." The lich set it down, allowing it to join the other four similar specimens. The mentor had once told him that there are often indescribable and wondrous connections between different planes, and that it is entirely normal for objects with similar appearances to possess different qualities. He deeply agreed with this notion; however, this plant, which closely resembled white mandrake, still made the lich feel somewhat uneasy: "I think I can give it a try... to cut them open."

In order to quickly infuse flavor while maintaining the moisture and crispness of the radishes, it is of course best to slice them as thinly as possible. However, therein lies the problem: the Sardinian housewives, adept in culinary tasks, are all petite. Although they possess sufficient strength and dexterity, they do not have large hands or long enough arms to hold the rolling radishes steady while accurately wielding a knife. Consequently, at times, the men come to assist in cutting them into sections, but they lack the finesse and cannot control their strength, resulting in far more shattered pieces than intact ones. Therefore, the housewives often purchase a large quantity, preparing the shattered pieces for juicing—fortunately, this type of radish is quite inexpensive.

The lich was unaware that a plant's root, which does not scream, could evoke such rich associations in an ordinary human woman. Lily's father had been out for a day, and when he returned, he stared at her for a long time before slowly saying, "It seems that something has happened to the Salieri family and the library; both sons are missing. Also, Don José Salieri seems to have been admitted to the hospital. The city of San Rosia is in chaos now, with fools everywhere trying to take advantage of the situation."

"Then you can have double portions of breakfast today." The woman quickly shook off her gloom and became cheerful again: "By the way, help me put the radishes in the kitchen. When the old man comes back, tell him to cut these radishes into pieces; I will pickle his favorite vinegar radish slices."

The new body of the outsider cooperated pleasantly with him, clearly not as weak as its original master had believed. Once he truly mastered the optimal positions, angles, postures, and timing for exerting and retracting force, the coordinated movements and graceful rhythm nearly induced the lich into a meditative haze, reminiscent of his childhood spent in the Necromancer's Tower. He recalled using his own hands to transcribe various books, concoct potions with different effects, draw intricate magical circles, forge exquisite enchanted weapons and splendid jewelry, weave tapestries or fabrics that cursed or warded off curses, and tan the hides of magical beasts. The coordinated movements and graceful rhythm almost brought the lich into a meditative state, as if he had returned to his childhood in the Necromancer's Tower, where he used his own hands to transcribe various books, concoct potions with different effects, draw intricate magical circles, forge exquisite enchanted weapons and splendid jewelry, weave tapestries or fabrics that cursed or warded off curses, and tan the hides of magical beasts. He also transplanted various plants to extract their toxins and juices, and collected flowers, leaves, and fruits to create uniquely flavored snacks.

Alexander's biological parents and sister were brutally murdered by his enemies due to the friendship of Tang José Salieri. Only eleven-year-old Alexander escaped this calamity by hiding in a dark room—he seemed to have witnessed the entire process of his family being beaten, assaulted, and dismembered. It is truly perplexing for the Lich that very few faces and bodies of the murderers appeared in his memory. In such circumstances, shouldn't he have meticulously observed every minute detail related to his enemies to obtain the most complete information? Whether seeking help from others for revenge or taking action himself, this information would maximally sever the enemies' chances of survival or enhance his own survival odds—a peculiar soul, he never mentioned a single word related to this incident after being rescued.

On the morning of the fourth day, Lily's father discovered that that little rascal had left without saying goodbye.

She said, Lily, although you are my daughter, I must say that you are not worthy of that child

I said, "Lily's mother looked at the young man, who was seriously holding up a radish with both hands in the sunlit kitchen, with a puzzled expression: 'Is there something wrong with the radish?'"

The muscles in the right wrist are pleasantly twitching, and the flow of blood there is particularly evident, with the skin noticeably warmer than in other areas. This is clearly not a spasm caused by fatigue; it can only be said that the warm-up is complete. The lich dares to guarantee in the name of Shirel that if it had its own thoughts and wallet, it would certainly go buy a large quantity of radishes to continue. In contrast, the fingers and wrist on the left side appear somewhat stiff and sluggish. However, the lich has already thought of something; perhaps in the afternoon, it can try its hand at carpet weaving. The lich dares to guarantee in the name of Shirel that if it had its own thoughts and wallet, it would certainly go buy a large quantity of radishes to continue. In contrast, the fingers and wrist on the left side appear somewhat stiff and sluggish. However, the lich has already thought of something; perhaps in the afternoon, it can try its hand at carpet weaving

That young man may indeed be quite good, but he is too suited for wielding a knife

My dear old man, Lily's mother affectionately stroked her husband's shiny bald head. Ever since Lily gradually began to resemble a beauty, her old father transformed into a loyal old hunting dog, circling around his little lamb, growling at those ill-intentioned rascals. However, they knew that one day, a decent and capable handsome young man would come, accompanied by his uncle, to formally request to meet their daughter, hoping to present her with a gold necklace. Circling around his little lamb, growling at those ill-intentioned rascals, they knew that one day, a decent and capable handsome young man would come, accompanied by his uncle, to formally request to meet their daughter, hoping to present her with a gold necklace

Although Lily's mother thought she had not seen many men, our village ultimately belonged to the Salieri family. Every year, there were always a few ambitious young men eager to try their luck. They would invariably secure a position, and after some time, some would return to visit, while others would be sent back in coffins by the head of the Salieri family. Thus, Lily's mother had once glimpsed those extraordinary individuals through the crack of the door—how should one put it? They were quite gentle, dressed respectably, spoke politely, and never asked for change when dining or shopping. They always managed to secure a position, and after some time, some would return to visit, while others would be sent back in coffins by the head of the Salieri family. Therefore, Lily's mother had once seen those extraordinary individuals through the crack of the door—how should one put it? They were quite gentle, dressed respectably, spoke politely, and never asked for change when dining or shopping, yet they did not make one feel as if they were being charitable. However, there was always a certain aura that instilled fear.