Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 1008 - 748: Lanci Doesn’t Want to See the Play_3

In the fourth row of the attribute periodic table, nearing divine authority, as an attribute only less rare than divination, creatures suitable for possessing it are one in ten million.

"Initially, Headmaster Violet had her eyes set on Miss Abigail for the new professor at Saint Kray Monastery, but since she declined, Landry was the final choice," said Lanci.

Unlike Talia who is oblivious to worldly matters, he always tried to gather as much information as possible within the Cerryti Empire.

"After all, Abigail isn’t particularly interested in magical engineering, she’s solely focused on creating a magnificent opera. Apparently, her directed opera is now so sought-after in the empire’s opera house that tickets are hard to come by. It’s a pity I can’t go out and see what it’s all about," Isatia voiced, relating to the mismatch of interests and talents.

Talia: "..."

Caught between two geniuses, listening to them was distressing for her.

Well, as long as she accepted her mundane life, she could be the cheerful and sunny princess.

"Where can we find her?" Lanci felt it was necessary to meet this empire’s magic engineer, and the sooner, the better.

Since she was willing to support the projects of Barton, it proved she could be a valuable ally and powerful force.

Her abilities as a spatial magic mechanic alone were enough to trouble the Blood Clan.

It would be ideal to persuade her to join his magical engineering research plan.

With the support of Abigail, a prominent magic engineering scholar, it was more likely that the empire would appoint Landry as the project lead.

"I’ll go find Barton; Barton and Abigail are old acquaintances," said Isatia, as she opened the door of Silver White Palace, crisscrossed with spatial barrier curses.

Barton had quite strong connections within the empire.

Although Isatia did not inquire much into how Barton secured information and resources each time, she trusted his capabilities and character. He would do his utmost in any request, as both were resisters bearing deep grudges against the Blood Clan.

"Mm," Barton didn’t ask further.

Some epic summons indeed possess intelligence, might wield different skills, and some even have agreeable personalities, treating magic cards like beloved siblings – there had been precedents.

An epic summon capable of contesting the boss was clearly extraordinary.

Asking too much could be awkward for the other party.

"..."

Ironically, Barton’s sparse questions made Lanci and Talia feel somewhat guilty.

With him acting uninformed, Lanci and Talia found it hard to voluntarily explain further.

"Wait for my message."

Lanci waved goodbye to Isatia.

He would find a way to secure the cure for the Blood King’s Divine Fire for Isatia and bring her out swiftly.

"Please do."

She grinned, hands clasped behind her, full of anticipation as she bade farewell to Lanci.

Barton watched their goodbye, blinking in puzzlement.

How had this characteristically brutal boss of the Eighth-order Demon Tribe turned as sisterly as the girl next door?

What exactly was this play?