Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

When the Lich entered the familiar yet unfamiliar Soul Cry Castle, he was immediately greeted by human researchers wearing white coats and masks.

"Hello, I am Muggsy Chulin, a researcher at the Imperial Ministry of Magic."

"You are the Director Orest mentioned above, please come with me and I will take you to familiarize yourself with the new office environment."

Muggsy bowed slightly and stretched out his hand respectfully.

He has long been accustomed to all this. After all, in a melting pot of races like the Ember Empire, it is not surprising that your superior is any creature, even a lich.

"Uh hello."

Orest was stunned for a moment before reacting and shaking hands with the human - since he was transformed into a lich, no human had dared to stand in front of him without fear for a long time, estimated to be more than three hundred years.

Hearing this human's words, the Lich felt a little ridiculous for no reason.

This is obviously Orest's own residence that has not changed in the past three hundred years, and he is very familiar with every corner here.

But at this moment, he needs a strange human to guide him - in the Soul Cry Castle that once belonged to him.

But this was obviously the arrangement of the "master", and he could not refuse it.

"Where's my Revenant chandelier?"

"Ah, Director Orest, this goes against the style of the empire. We have already dealt with those dead souls and replaced them with the latest electric lamps for you."

"This, is this the Howling Corridor?"

"It's too risky for you to expose undead creatures like this. We have reinforced this place."

"What about the Death Slaughterhouse?"

"Experts from the empire say that this kind of biological experiment needs to be conducted in a clean and sterile environment. We have been equipped with the most advanced equipment to dissect the human body and help us understand the mysteries of the undead."

"."

Maxi asked with some concern as if she noticed the Lich's silence.

"Director Orest, are you okay?"

"It's okay, keep going."

"In front of you is your office. It was transformed from the former hall of Soul Cry Castle. It is the highest-standard office of the current Undead Research Institute."

"The superiors specifically explained that although you are an undead creature, you have devoted all your efforts and made great contributions to the development of the empire. You are a role model for our entire institute."

"Pap-pap-pap-pap!"

More than a dozen researchers in white coats walked out of various rooms, and warm applause echoed throughout the institute.

"This is Director Orest."

"I have admired your name for a long time."

"It is said that he has transformed more than 100,000 undead creatures for the empire. He is really a role model for us."

"Yes, with a body that has been broken for hundreds of years, you can still dedicate everything to the empire. You are worthy of being a vassal personally appointed by His Majesty."

"I heard that His Majesty founded this research institute specifically because of Director Orest. We all should be grateful to him."

"Pap-pap-pap-pap!"

"."

Surrounded by everyone, Oreste felt increasingly baffled, and he deeply understood the strangeness of the Ember Empire.

Not only are these humans not afraid of him, but they actually admire him?

Maxi opened the door for him, and the blood-stained hall with bones and remains scattered everywhere was gone.

Instead, a clean and bright office hall with a simple and clear layout appeared in front of the Lich.

"."

Orest fell into deep silence again, the soul fire in his eye sockets flickering on and off.

Suddenly, a "Bang! Bang!" sound came from a metal cabinet not far away, as if something was struggling inside.

As if he had guessed something, the Lich slowly approached and opened the polished metal cabinet.

I saw that the bone pen was locked in the display window and wrapped in chains, but it was still beating and struggling.

The diary was locked in another display window, and the cover with the human face was covered by a brand new cover with an imperial medal printed on it.

"This this"

There was a hint of apology in Maxi's eyes: "The adults in the engineering department said that this kind of thing would damage the majesty of the empire, so we made some packaging for you. I hope you don't mind."

"well--"

"Don't touch them again."

The Lich sighed and released the bone pen and human skin diary from it.

If it were in the past, facing this kind of human who provoked the lich, he might turn the other person's whole family and the whole town into undead.

But now, the lich is under the roof and has to bow his head.

"Okay, Director Orest."

"By the way, I also brought you His Majesty's latest order. This may be your main job in the future. Please read it in person."

Maxi took out the emperor's summons from his arms and said cautiously.

Orest stepped forward and browsed the golden document scroll. The will-o'-the-wisp in his eye sockets trembled violently, and even his back stooped a bit.

"Director Orest?"

"Are you okay?"

"You can rest for a few days. His Majesty said that the work has not started yet."

On the desk, the bone pen that had just been released was still writing.

"On October 3, 1786, I realized that this Soul Cry Castle, or the Institute of Undead, no longer belonged to me at all."

Istalia, Emperor's Square.

There was a lot of hustle and bustle everywhere, people coming and going.

The Empire's new steam locomotives were running on the tracks, emitting billowing smoke, and people were already accustomed to these "steel carriages".

As the central city that the Empire is focusing on building, Istalia gathers residents from all over Anzeta.

After various tasks were issued like snowflakes, nearly 40,000 players gathered here. Due to the large number of tasks and sufficient development opportunities, this place is also called "a holy place for new players to quickly develop" by the strategy masters on the forum.

On the [Starfall Notice Board], the tiefling guards took down the original poster about the experience store and replaced it with a new poster.

"New announcement from the Empire!"

"Hey? Come and see! This event is interesting!"

The players called their friends, and another group of players came like a tide, crowding the area around the notice board.

"What's another money-sucking activity? Is it the return of Long Aotian's secret treasure? If I buy it again this time, I'll be a fool!"

"You mean opening a box? Cassius's secret treasure? That thing is quite conscientious. I spent five gold coins to open a green outfit. If I buy it, I have to spend at least fifty gold coins."

"Go to hell, seal!"

"Look carefully! This time it's not opening a box, it's the new undead followers!"

"Undead followers?"

"What is that? It sounds like something!"

Every time the notice board changes, it represents the latest opportunity. The old players who noticed it immediately rushed up, and the news also spread like a virus on the forum.

Just a few minutes later, nearly 10,000 players appeared in the Burning Emperor Square. (End of this chapter)