Chapter 387: Lan Chi Became a Green Tea
casional passerby on the street pause to listen.Tallia sat motionless on the steps outside the library.Until the sky darkened a little more.As the heavy oak doors of the library creaked open, Lanchi e...Chapter 388: Ranchi Truly Became Green Tea.
The spacious living room was a bit quieter due to the unique communication channel between Lance and Huberlian.
Sigrid was still pondering what exactly a "archbishop-level" strength and an "super archbishop-level" strength meant.
After a brief silence.
Even though Sieglinde and Gloriana didn't understand, Lance grasped what Huberlian had said.
It's normal for Hubertine to have relations with the demon race since her mother is a demon.
If Huberlians can take care of Guardians Antanas, everything will be fine. They two work perfectly together.
"Okay, I'll take this one. You handle the other two."
Lanche said with a smile.
"Huh"
Huberly frowned and stared at Ranch.
Is not.
Are you going to save the other two as well
“Wait a minute, those two great demon lords, you can’t control them! They truly want the demon race to return to power!”
Hubberley remembered what the Snow Queen had once told her.
If both the Sinolar of the Heretic and the Plana of Truth were to be released, it would certainly only be considered in the situation where it was necessary to disrupt the Protoss Empire.
In this situation, with Lance holding such a high position in the empire, they have no need to ruin the entire Helrom festival. Those two demons would be best served remaining locked up down in the dungeons!
"You said they were loyal followers of the demon clan, right"
"Yes."
But this half-blood princess, who was only of the fifth rank, was far from being able to make those two great demon clans bow down to her.
"Leave it to me, don't worry."
Lanche's composure and steadiness, in this instant, seemed more like that of a demon than Huberlyan.
"…"I'll listen to you."
Hubberly ultimately conceded.
Lanche, as a member of the Protos Empire's forces, should be the one who least wants the Protos Empire to be harmed. He must have his reasons.
As their conversation came to an end.
"By the way, Saint Child, weren't you supposed to be holding off the warden at Protos Royal Magic Academy How come you're going to prison with her"
Siegfried, who had been listening intently from the other end of the sofa, finally spoke.
Lance nodded, as if understanding Sieglinde's confusion, and decided to answer her question with action.
Is the Great Love Poet here
Lanch asked Huberlian if he had sensed the Great Poet's presence, as he hadn't.
"Here."
Xylia retrieved a bookmark from the inner pocket of her cloak. Opening its outer layer, she revealed a magic card encased in ice crystals, completely devoid of its former orange haze and luster.
Immediately, Huberlian followed the unsealing process instructed by the Ice Queen and quickly lifted her seal.
Before the card could once again radiate brilliance, it spontaneously transformed into a human form.
"Woooo, I'm being bullied, I'm so miserable."
The great poet duck sat on the carpet in the living room, tears streaming down his face as he sobbed. Icicles were still clinging to his feathers and arms.
The breathtaking voice left Gloria and Sigrid both deeply unsettled.
..."
Siegfried stared at this gray-haired, blue-eyed, fair-skinned demon, shaking his hand.
She felt that this magic card was too dangerous, so it would be better to seal it away. The Saintess didn't need such a magic card.
"Don't cry, I saw you secretly observing my expression just now and then cried again."
Lanche stared silently at the great poet of love, and finally spoke.
"Well, what is it What else can I do for you"
The great love poet wiped the tears from the corner of his eye, let out a cold snort, stood up and nonchalantly flicked his hair back with the back of his hand.
"Great Love Poet, please first change into a human form with skin."
Lanche stepped forward and handed out a purple rare-quality fourth-order spell card.
The Great Love Poet immediately withdrew the "Great Love Poet Transformation: Human" that Lanchi had given her.
She hadn't touched her own skin in a long time, she really missed these sets of clothes.
The moment she touched the magic card and activated it, her figure transformed into a refreshingly elegant black-haired girl. Her emerald eyes shimmered with a lively and clear glow, her fair skin as pure as snow, and her long dress was graceful and light, paired with tiny black leather shoes.
Such a change made Sigrid's eyes widen as she looked at Lance.
Your absurd card placement, giving it to a demon summon without combat capability... what kind of hobbies do you have in your spare time
Lancer immediately met Sieglinde's gaze with a wry smile, as if to tell her that if he were truly susceptible to the allure of a great poet, he would have been consumed by this card long ago.
"...."
Siegfried thought about it for a moment, then let it go.
She definitely believes in Lance.
If someone gets angry at the Son of God because of misunderstandings, they clearly don't deserve to win.
"Let me borrow your body for a while."
Lanche said to the great poet of love.
What are the benefits
The great love poet raised an eyebrow, but made no refusal. With a crisp voice, he asked in a teasing manner.
She's also very practical, if Lanchi wants her to work, he needs to pay.
"Let me take you to see a few more stone slabs at once."
Lanche replied.
"
Primordial Slate
"
The great poet was thinking, wouldn't it be easy to study the original stone tablets How come, after two months, Ranch seemed like he had already negotiated the viewing of several slabs
Deal.
Listening to the two people's conversation, Sigrid was extremely confused but held back from asking Lanci what he was going to do. She just stared at him and the great poet.
Next.
Accompanied by the poet's reply brimming with compassion, Lanchi sat down on the chair and gradually seemed to become drowsy, her head drooping.
On the other side, the aura of the great poet had completely changed.
She looked at Sigrid, her half-smiling eyes and gentle, pleasant demeanor were as if answering Sigrid's confusion, and she had become the real Lanchi.
He successfully possessed the great love poet.
At that time, he will play two roles by himself. His main body will control the warden's movements at school, while the great poet will act as his alter ego and go to Helmhold prison with Hyperion.
"No way, you really became my saintess"
Siegfried looked at this black-haired, green-eyed beauty. Though her appearance and Lance were not alike, after being imbued with Lance's eye color and temperament, she was too much like Lance's own sister.
Siegfried unexpectedly felt that this guy would be perfect if he were a saintess, but now she was sure he was a better Saint Son.
The Great Love poet is a bit special, this card can directly communicate with me on a soul level, and as long as I give permission, she can also reverse control my body.
Lance explained to Sigrid.
Generally, summons other than dolls are very difficult to directly possess. Sharing sight and hearing requires additional spells.
Unless it is a contract similar to a soul bond with its master, it cannot directly connect souls.
Previously, within the inner space of [Primal Stone Slab - Wind], the great love poet had once used his eyes.
"I'll be waiting for you to help me deal with the Nihility Branch. If you need any help, just let me know."
Siegfried nodded, basically understanding.
The meeting is now drawing to a close.
“So, before I begin this task, I need some time to prepare. Let’s start in three days.”
Ranche smiled and said, closing his hands together as if it were time to part ways.
Now it's time to put this new face to good use.
Taliya's face, Rance's black hair and green eyes, plus Rance's soul.
This is the true perfect descendant of the demon clan princess.
She will also strive to defend world peace, the best demon princess.
——
Put a Sigrid emoji here, followed by a Sigrid illustration~.
Today is the third watch too.
Currently added / Total chapters owed: 8/36
(The End)
【】gustine stared at the three figures before him, those who had freed and awakened him. His face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color save for the bloodlust that burned in his eyes, ready to feed.I...