After separating from Rod and his party, Rowling seemed to have thought of something. The joy that he had originally felt because of Rod's recovery, instantly turned into worries.

After explaining to the president of the Potions Guild, Rowling came to a corner of the city and saw Leah's figure in a room guarded by a group of corpses.

Seeing the lean body in the room with a bulging belly, Rowling showed unstoppable worry.

Seeing Rowling's arrival, Leah frowned, but she still got up and said, "Master Rowling."

"We brought North back. He is now locked in a dungeon in the city." Rowling sighed.

When she heard the first half of Rowling’s sentence, Leah’s joy was immediately dissipated by the second half of the message: "Why do you treat him like this...I want to see him..."

Rowling hurriedly explained: "You can't meet him, his consciousness is occupied by an ancient lich, he is no longer the original one."

"What should I do..." Leah asked blankly.

"There is still a part of consciousness remaining in his mind. As long as he is awakened, there is still a chance to break free from the control of the Lich." Rowling said slowly, "My brother told me that North has the potential to become a hero. His will is extremely strong, as long as he can wake up his will, he can wake up."

Leah asked like hope, "How can he wake up his will?"

Seeing Leah looking at herself like this, Rowling tremblingly shook her head: "I don't know...this kind of thing, there has never been an accurate answer, but I think the key to waking him should be related to you."

"It has to do with me?" Leah asked anxiously.

Rowling nodded: "When you mentioned your name, North’s will was touched, which temporarily caused the Lich to lose control of his body. I think his consciousness still remembers everything it used to, and wants to wake him up. You must help."

"In that case, why don't you let me see him? Why don't you let me try?" Leah asked in pain.

"No... My brother gave the order to seal the dungeon. No one is allowed to come in contact with him, even close to him." Rowling explained, "The lich doesn't know what other means, you just do it. Approaching, he might be killed by him, and there is no possibility of awakening North again."

Leah was lost for a while, then lowered her head deeply.

Rowling couldn't bear it, but she still said, "...Did he personally give you any tokens? I think these tokens should be helpful to wake him up."

Listening to Rowling's words, Leah seemed to have thought of something. She got up and tried to take out something from the cabinet on the side. Seeing this, Rowling hurried forward and took out the things in the cabinet for Leah.

Rowling was holding a manuscript and a few bottles of potion. I don't know how long it was left here.

Perhaps the reason for frequent cleaning, there is no accumulation of dust on the surface of these things.

Rowling quickly checked the manuscript and found that the records above were all refining records related to the manipulation of mental potions, and outsiders without knowledge of potions could not understand it.

"North left in a hurry. Without saying goodbye, he was taken away by Lord Rhodes." Leah sighed. "These are the research records I found when I checked his room. The records were not completed. I want to help him put it away, and see if it will be needed in the future. I didn't expect such a thing to happen."

Rowling didn't know how to comfort Leah in front of her. After pursing her mouth, she put the manuscript and potion into the space ring, preparing to send these things to the dungeon.

"One more thing..." Rowling was about to leave, and was suddenly stopped by Leah behind, "Help me ask if he has thought of his child's name."

Rowling turned back abruptly, looking at Leah behind, and finally stopped speaking and left Leah's room silently.

Rowling sighed deeply after coming out of the room until she could no longer see Leah's figure.

"Brother, what should I do?"

Rowling's question is destined to not be answered. Some things, even true heroes, don’t know what to do.

Rowling passed the blocking guards and went straight to the deepest part of the dungeon, standing in front of the imprisoned Erich.

"It's you?" Erich said in a deep voice, "It seems that you have recovered with the fountain of life, otherwise you would not appear in front of me in this form."

Under the influence of the domain of the dead, the flesh and blood of Rowling no longer existed and turned into the form of a skeleton.

"Do you recognize these?" Rowling put the manuscripts and potions obtained from Liana into the prison.

"Manipulating the spirit potion..." Erich said with disdain after reading the manuscript briefly, "It's a pity that a real lich will never lack the spirit of manipulation and does not need the help of potions."

Erich closed his eyes, slowly pushed the potions back, and said, "Take them away. I don't need these."

Rowling shook her head: "This is the potion you developed, or in other words, you were once."

Erich remained unmoved: "Are you talking about North? It has nothing to do with me now."

Rowling frowned and scolded Erich, "Do you remember Leah? She is still waiting for you in the city. She asked me to ask you if you have decided on your child's name! North, you wake up soon. Wake up, don't let the will of the lich take your body away..."

Under Rowling's affectionate persuasion, Erich was silent, and a special emotion flashed in his eyes.

Rowling had just thought that her persuasion had worked, but only heard the blond man sneer: "I said, I am Erich, the great reveler of the dead, the immortal ruler of Diya, not the weak and poor Nuo Si! Your words are destined to have no effect."

Rowling was silent, unable to say anything, and finally slowly left from the dungeon.

With Rowling's departure, the entire dungeon fell into silence again. After an unknown period of time, footsteps came from a distance.

"Aisha." Seeing the figure appearing here, Erich's expression instantly cooled down, "Why betray me?"

"To be honest, I don't like you now." The woman with long black hair said slowly.

"Aisha, our agreement is still valid." Erich got up and said slowly, "As long as you release me, when I restore all my strength, I will rule Diya and become the king of the kingdom of the dead, and you will become My queen, with a human body, enjoy all the glory."

Aisha didn't say much, and slowly sat down on the ground outside the prison: "I like the former North better. I hope he can come back."

"Noth, Noth." The blond man scolded, "Why do you all care so much about that weak necromancer, why am I not stronger than him?"

"Noth is dead, I, the great reveler of the dead, one day will rule Diya." Erich said in a deep voice.

"It seems you don't understand." Aisha sighed, "Also, I will accompany you here with a human body until the end of the world."