Section 4

He calculated the time by alternately pressing his fingers; do not be surprised. If a lich were to become confused by such trivial numbers, do not hesitate, go and deal with this mindless shapeshifter harshly, for he would not even qualify as a low-level mage. The sea was like the night, occasionally revealing a fleeting glimmer, vanishing in an instant. The lich lay back in the warm current, and perhaps upon counting to ten thousand, he tasted a familiar flavor, a sweet taste, ... filled with the breath of life ... . ... A body that still temporarily belonged to the living sank slowly and steadily before the undead. When he could no longer resist the temptation and reached out to it, an explosion erupted, splashing all the seawater above them away. The sea was like the night, occasionally revealing a fleeting glimmer, vanishing in an instant. The lich lay back in the warm current, and perhaps upon counting to ten thousand, he tasted a familiar flavor, a sweet taste, ... filled with the breath of life ... . ... A body that still temporarily belonged to the living sank slowly and steadily before the undead. When he could no longer resist the temptation and reached out to it, an explosion erupted, splashing all the seawater above them away.

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Even without the news brought by that human male, he would still leave before dawn this time

He felt a bit disoriented. The Lich glanced at the small pit of clear water beside him. Although the light was dim, his eyes had already returned to their black color

He believed that Alexander Salieri's enemies would not choose to abandon their pursuit or capture simply because this body no longer belonged to him. The memories intercepted from the minds of adventurers in Faerûn informed him that, in such circumstances, lingering in one place for too long or rashly contacting someone would only lead to three outcomes: First, the enemies would arrive before the companions or protectors; Second, if the enemies were delayed, undoubtedly, he and even more formidable foes were waiting at his doorstep; Third, and worst of all, the companions or protectors he anticipated were actually his enemies. Lingering in one place for too long or rashly contacting someone would only lead to three outcomes: First, the enemies would arrive before the companions or protectors; Second, if the enemies were delayed, undoubtedly, he and even more formidable foes were waiting at his doorstep; Third, and worst of all, the companions or protectors he anticipated were actually his enemies

Wilde raised an eyebrow in dissatisfaction, glaring fiercely at the temporary subordinate blocking his path

It seems he woke up earlier than I expected, the Lich thought, after a moment of silence, he took a deep breath: "I remember someone once said that when they see your eyes shining like the morning star, they forget to breathe and their heartbeat.

The Lich emerged from the surface of the sea

The Lich decided to go to the Salieri family's base in the Triangular Sea on his own. Although it was there that Alexander Salieri met with an accident, known dangers are always preferable to unknown ones

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Wilde murmured to himself

The lich stepped into the cold seawater and was pleased to discover that certain aspects belonging to the lich could still be perfectly projected onto this entirely new form. Under his conscious control, his heartbeat and breathing ceased, and his body lost its warmth. Although invisible, the lich imagined that his eyes reignited with the red flame of the soul, evidenced by the variously shaped corals and marine plants revealing a dark red hue of life against the pale background—much like the sea of trees seen in the black night of Faerûn. As the lich caressed them, they wilted and collapsed, contracting into a grayish-black; while those vibrant and lively little creatures likely fell onto the pristine white sands or the dark rocks as he approached the water's surface, gradually becoming withered with the passage of time. Only those treasures, unshaken by the existence or departure of life, continued to shine brightly—the pearls gifted to humanity by the lich were collected during a small attempt at the second midnight, of course, along with many more valuable items, though humans could not recognize them, and he had no intention of teaching.

"But you have no heartbeat and no breath," he pointed out incisively

The captain politely stated, "The situation at the triangular sea area base has changed; we must turn back immediately"

"I am alive," the Lich corrected solemnly

Wilderg sighed and tossed the last bit of foolish hope into the toilet. Indeed, he had always despised that sarcastic little fellow, but after all, his surname was Salieri... He died a more tragic death than Wilderg's uncle, who at least had a body that could be placed in a coffin and buried.

Wildegroan moaned in despair

Although he could swim like a fish at the bottom of the sea, he chose to drift along a gentle and quiet current that roughly aligned with his destination, moving slowly forward as if aimlessly floating in the Sea of Trees in Faerûn—where the plants were indeed too fragile. The lich gazed regretfully at the path he had passed, where a desolate road had emerged, wide enough to allow a whale to pass through. Ah, it seemed that this plane had some sort of green environmental organization, a being of ordinary abilities but with a spirit strikingly similar to a blend of druids and elves. He only hoped they would not cause him trouble over this minor oversight, just as he would float aimlessly in the Sea of Trees in Faerûn—where the plants were indeed too fragile. The lich smirked.

The bow and midsection of the ship are now ablaze, resembling a torch in the shape of a vessel. The Lich is certain that it is not a suitable place to land. After a moment of hesitation, he swims towards a sufficiently concealed rock.

Wildeg felt a sharp pain in his head, be content, kid, he told himself, after all, you still have a head to feel pain.

The body within his arm trembled violently.

I apologize, Mr. Salieri

A voice is calling: "Mr. Valdegger Salieri!"

The saline sea water steadily supports the heavy new body of the lich, and in this moment when flight or descent is impossible, that feeling of weightlessness brings great joy to the lich

A small ship, soon to be renamed as scrap metal, was circling very close to me, its stern ablaze. The ample light allowed the lich to clearly see the face of that unfortunate soul instead of just a red blur—oh dear. Although I am far from you now, allow me to praise you, O all-encompassing—Tymora, the goddess of luck in Faerûn, what has descended from the heavens?—Wilderg Salieri, one of Alexander's brothers, the lich joyfully seized that seaweed-like tangled hair and dragged him to the surface. Although I am far from you now, allow me to praise you, O all-encompassing—Tymora, the goddess of luck in Faerûn, what has descended from the heavens?—Wilderg Salieri, one of Alexander's brothers, the lich joyfully seized that seaweed-like tangled hair and dragged him to the surface

Then he saw Alexander, who still had that listless appearance, with a waxen, expressionless face, his eyes fixed directly on him. His hair and shirt were completely soaked, and the buttons of his shirt were fastened all the way up to the collar, as if he were about to apply for a position as a priest. However, the second button was slightly loose, swaying precariously as if it might fall off at any moment, almost brushing against Wilderg's eyeball. At that moment, "the Harrier" realized he was being cradled sideways by his brother like a well-behaved child.

The chances of survival are very slim, Mr. Wilderg Salieri, the temporary subordinate stated in a matter-of-fact manner: "This is the Triangle Sea, and even a large passenger aircraft that has met with an accident will cease searching for survivors after sixty hours, while Mr. Alexander Salieri has been missing for over seventy-two hours"

Perhaps this is the difference: His Highness the Prince can be saved by the Mermaid Princess, while all that awaits me is the deceased baby Alex

According to the map of Sardinia in Alexander's memory, this seemingly remote fishing village is, in fact, not far from the Triangle Sea—at least when measured in a straight line. Sardinia's coastline, resembling canine teeth, has created many similar terrains; between two relatively curved landmasses lies a sea filled with hidden reefs and whirlpools. Sharp, hard corals lie concealed like spears within the undulating waves, threatening any vessel daring to navigate through its domain. At the same time, dangerous creatures inhabit these waters, including the silver shark with its sharp fin spines and venom, the stingray with its leaf-shaped fins capable of inflicting severe wounds when thrashing, and the toadfish, which hides in the sand with only its highly toxic dorsal fin exposed. There are also vividly colored sea snakes, the seemingly harmless lion's mane jellyfish, and the heart-like sea conch. Any unwelcome guests seeking to disturb their tranquil existence will undoubtedly receive no favorable treatment.

Hell

The issue of the triangular maritime base is precisely the reason for our presence here, is it not

He looked over his subordinate's shoulder at the dark, brooding sea, as if Alexander's foolish, sullen face would soon emerge from within it

The affairs of the world are always unpredictable. The Goethe-like response made "Banjiao" involuntarily twitch, yet he helplessly retreated to his cabin. Defeating his subordinates just to rush to a base that perhaps no longer belonged to his side to have afternoon tea with death was something he had stopped doing twenty years ago. However, he still wanted to make an effort, for that fool Alexander.