In the sanctuary on the Basic Level of Lichtenstein Castle, Lanqi had brought everyone a vivid hands-on lesson: "The Mummy Making Process Even a Three-Year-Old Can Understand."
After having the priests seal away the extracted Earl's Blood properly.
Lanqi began assigning everyone their tasks.
First, the three people from the Chamber of Commerce would build the coffin for the mummy, using the Casting Room on the castle's fourth floor.
The clergy would be responsible for optimizing the earl.
Lanqi and the others would prepare tomorrow's activities and catering arrangements.
Everyone would have to stay up late and work overtime tonight as well. Once they finished, they could all happily enjoy this wonderful holiday together.
Although everyone felt a little tired after such a fulfilling day, the thought of having four more days to play to their hearts' content left them feeling energized.
"Blood... give me back my blood..."
Earl Parocas's voice was hoarse and weak, and he looked like a gaunt man suffering through an addiction.
"That is why staying up late is so harmful. It has made him suffer this much. Earl Parocas likes staying up late, so to correct his bad habit, we have to stay up with him for a while tonight too. As they say, harming others means harming yourself as well."
Lanqi looked at the dried corpse of Earl Parocas, still trembling on the ground, and could not help sighing.
Hughberlian opened her mouth, then stopped.
She always felt that Earl Parocas's suffering was not entirely caused by staying up late.
"Mr. Lanqi, since the Blood Race possesses immortality, they won't die even if they stay up endlessly. So in the future, when we encounter Blood Race members who refuse to adjust their schedules, could we have them try going ten days or half a