"So...you have no plans and no ideas at all?" Alvin hesitated.

"Why should I have ideas? I'm just here to help you, why should I have ideas?" Simon scoffed.

"Forehead……"

Well, this sentence makes sense, and Alvin is speechless.

At this moment, although the lich did not have the look of eyes at all, Alvin could still feel deep contempt from the two balls of soul fire.

The sweat slowly fell from the forehead, and the scalp was numb, and it was really numb.

"Ahem...I thought you were sent to guide me."

"You are already the captain of the fifth team and what guidance do you need? In theory, your position is higher than me. At least in the system of the Silver Moon Knights, although the Bone Holy Light Vatican has not officially given you the title."

"Uh...is that true?"

"Isn't it?"

"Okay, I only knew..."

"You are already a mature team leader, and you should know how to form a team by yourself."

"I've just taken office...it's only eight hours."

"It's been a long time since eight hours. Brutu completed the formation of the fourth team in just ten minutes. Carl, Bamboo, and Kamila did not last more than half an hour. Do you need someone else's guidance?"

"Okay..." Alvin looked embarrassed, thought for a while, and asked seriously: "Have you ever met Miss Irene? I mean Duke Beshill."

"Why should I see her?" The soul fire in Simon's eyes turned into a question mark: "It is our Silver Moon Knights' own business, and to be more precise, it is yours. She is not a member of the Silver Moon Knights."

"You mean...I have to build the fifth team on my own?"

"Well...that's probably what it means? You won't tell me that you don't even know how to form it, and you're asking for help from others, right?"

Now Alvin not only had his scalp numb, but his spine also became cold.

Silence, another long silence.

The wind blew gently, shaking the green leaves by the river. Under the night, the river surface sparkled.

In the distance, the child who opened his mouth wide because of Simon's appearance still opened his mouth wide.

"You can think slowly, don't worry. Time is the cheapest thing in the world anyway." Simon touched his bare skull with his hand and said, "But before that, would you settle me first? Although the lich does not sleep, it also needs private space."

"Oh...oh! OK! No problem!" Alvin quickly put on his helmet and turned over to the horse.

A gust of wind blew, and Simon floated directly to Elvin.

Riding on his horse, Alvin began to take Simon to the city.

You can imagine what the scene was like when a knight walked down the straight and dark avenue to the city, and there was a skeleton floating beside him.

In short, Alvin's scalp was numb, and the residents of Baicheng also had numb scalp. From time to time, screams would sound.

In a few years, due to the situation on the mainland and the influence of public opinion, the image of the lich has now changed greatly in people's minds. But the change does not mean that people can accept it without any scruples. I will still be scared to see such a skeleton floating in the air in black.

Lich is not common at all, so you have to give everyone some time to adapt, right?

So, in the middle of the night, a large number of people carefully watched Simon enter the city through the window.

Perhaps Simon felt the change in this atmosphere.

Do you think he will hide and eliminate the influence? You are wrong, you underestimate the lich too much. He chose to light two ghost fires to let people see more clearly.

Alvin started to sweat coldly. Fortunately, his thick new armor even closed his face, perfectly covering up his embarrassment.

"Where do you want to live? I think it's good to live in the castle, and the environment there is relatively better."

"Do you live in the castle?"

"No, I live at home."

"Then I'll live in your house, so that it will help you." Simon replied casually.

Well, that's great news. In other words, Alvin not only takes Simon on the street, but also takes him home?

Alvin was worried, worried, and had both opinions and was also entangled, but he didn't dare to say it. Yes, he didn't dare to say it. Doesn't it seem like he hates a lich when he said it?

You should know that the Knights of the Silver Moon and the Holy Light of the Bone were both founded on the Lich. On the Celtics continent, respecting the Lich is politically correct.

There was no choice but to take Simon home. There was a small road in the middle, deliberately walking some uninhabited roads and keeping the low profile as much as possible.

Finally, even secretly, he finally returned to his house.

Compared to a month ago, their family is no longer crowded every day when they come back. After all, the limelight will always pass, and people always have to live their own lives. No one will pay attention to him endlessly every day.

However, there was no one at home today, but behind him was a man who was lying on his head...

There is no way, the lich is really too noticeable.

Standing in front of his home, Alvin took a deep breath, then took out the key and opened the lock. He was as gentle as possible when he pushed the door open. After all, he didn't want to scare his father in the middle of the night.

Since you live in your own home, you always have to meet you, but it is better to meet you during the day than to meet you at night, right?

"Shh..." Turning back, Alvin pulled open his mask and made a gesture of silence, and then whispered: "Here, go here, go upstairs and be gentle."

"I float in the air, without any lightness or sound." Simon spread his hands.

"Is Alvin? I came back a little late today, and supper was on the table." Bud's voice came from the living room.

"Okay, father." Alvin replied at the top of his voice, "I'll eat it later."

"I just seemed to hear the sound of others talking. Has anyone come?" Bud's voice got closer and closer.

"No, father, no!" Alvin screamed in fear.

Before he finished speaking, Bud had already poked his head out of the living room, facing Simon floating in the air. The distance between them was only one meter at most.

Suddenly, both sides were stunned.

Alvin, who could not stop his father, opened his eyes wide in horror, and Simon floated in the air as if nothing had happened.

Bud's expression began to twist at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Silence, short silence.

"Ah--!" Soon, a scream erupted: "What have you brought back--!"

As the sound fluctuated, several neighbors around them lit up their lights.

After Alvin officially became a Knight, another big news came out of the Schmidt family - Alvin brought the ghost back.

Well, there will be a topic again after dinner tomorrow.

...

"So, this is the Archbishop... Lord Simon?" Bud wiped his cold sweat endlessly, laughing flatteringly, and fearing, and his expression was indescribable.

"Yes. Lord Simon is here to help me form the fifth team of the Silver Moon Knights." Alvin replied expressionlessly.

"Fifth Team of the Silver Moon Knights?"

"I have just been promoted to the captain of the Fifth Team of the Silver Moon Knights. It's all about today. The set of my arms is my new armor. It may be the standard armor, and I don't know much about it."

"Uh... this news is really great." Bud looked at Simon and continued to sweat: "Sir Simon, to be honest, I'm still a little dizzy. I don't know what the Fifth Team of the Silver Moon Knights is...the concept. But it sounds like a good position. This is good news, great news. I'm very happy, really."

After saying that, continue to wipe your sweat.

With no expression on his face... Oh no, Simon, who should be said to be impossible to have an expression, looked at Bud silently and floated cross-legged.

"Sorry, I'm really sorry." After wiping a few more sweats, Bud continued: "I know my performance is a bit unruly...unpolite, but please believe that I am excited. I definitely don't have any other opinion about the lich. Really, please believe me. Do you want to drink? I happen to have a little good white wine."

"The lich doesn't drink."

"Do you need something to eat? You just arrived and maybe you're hungry, and I still have some pastries in my kitchen."

"The Lich doesn't eat anything either, I'm a Lich."

"Uh... OK, sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm so nervous." The sweat on Bud's face was almost flowing into a waterfall: "Then... can I do something for you?"

Simon replied in his hoarse and weird voice: "Prepare a room for me, and I will live in your house from today."

"Live, live...my house?" When he said this, Bard's voice changed a little, as if he could cry at any time.

"Isn't welcome?" Simon asked.

"No, of course we welcome! Very welcome! I'll prepare the room for you now!" As he said that, Bud stood up in panic and grabbed the oil lamp. Before he could touch the oil lamp, he tripped over the low table and fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Ao! Who put the low table here? Well, it's me...good! I'm so embarrassed! I'll go now, go right now! Come back soon! You can wait a moment!"

He got up from the ground in a hurry, and finally got the oil lamp, then rolled and crawled away. When he left the hall, he knocked the door hard again.

No matter what, he finally left, although it was temporary.

Simon looked at him expressionlessly, "Is this your father?"

"Yes." Alvin replied expressionlessly.

...

Under the night, the wind blew gently.

The neighbors of Schmidt's house, there was a person standing behind almost every window, looking out tremblingly. As long as there was a little movement, you would hear "bang"! All the windows were closed.
To be continued...