Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 1117 - 783: Lanci’s Black Sun Lord Experience Card_2

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According to the background of the Shadow World, the Calila magic power on him was probably left by Calila many years ago, and the permissions here were set up by Calila more recently, so it’s normal for the key to not match.

Lanci looked down at the little cat in his pocket.

As someone also bestowed with Calila’s magic power, if the key wasn’t with him, it could only be with the little gray cat.

Lanci couldn’t quite understand why Calila had guided the little gray cat to meet him.

However, given Calila’s reliability...

The use for this little gray cat was probably more than just opening a door at this moment.

"Tamisha, do you feel which direction we should go?"

Lanci asked the little gray cat softly.

"..."

Tamisha gave him a glance but did not reply.

This Phantom Demon of the same kind as Calila likely saved her yesterday, a member of the Demon Race.

She could guess Calila had left some treasure here, and this Illusion very much desired it.

Since Calila had given the key to her and not directly to this Illusion, it implied Calila wanted her to decide whether to open it.

"This little guy seems a bit distrustful of you, observing you,"

Talia said to Lanci in her mind.

It wasn’t necessarily distrust, more like the little gray cat just didn’t understand Lanci at all.

After all, the little gray cat and Lanci had only met a few hours ago, and now it was to help Lanci open the treasure left by Calila.

"It’s just like that little gray cat I met on the city walls of Nanwantina, which was also very wary when we first met, quite dismissive too, seeming hard to befriend,"

Lanci recalled, speaking to himself.

Talia thought about it too.

Nanwantina, city walls, very wary, dismissive attitude...

"Are you talking about me? I’m a gray cat, your whole family are gray cats!"

She didn’t know what kind of spirit interference effect the area with overlapped magic powers of the Inverted Lord and the Fallen Queen would have.

Lanci could probably handle it.

Tamisha, not so much.

When it comes to getting along with a child, offering delicious food is always a timeless strategy.

"..."

The little gray cat turned its head away in disappointment.

Its favorability decreased.

It could tell at a glance this was a Fake Calila. Find exclusive stories on novelhall.Côm

Though this Fake Calila seemed not bad, it disliked mysterious Demon Race entities that approached with well-intentions pretending to take care of it; it didn’t need other Demon Race’s pity, it could do just fine on its own, not lonely at all.

"Umm..."

Talia looked up at Lanci in bewilderment.

Lanci spread his hands.

As a child raised by Calila for nearly three years, Tamisha might have a more unique way of sensing Calila, and even though Talia now closely resembled Calila, Tamisha still saw the essence was different.

"Sorry, Lanci..."

Talia felt a bit dejected, as if she had been a hindrance.

It was only because Hyperion and Siegler had been separated from Calila for too long, so a slight flaw was enough to completely deceive them, but for Tamisha, who had recently been by Calila’s side, this trick wouldn’t work.

"It’s okay, Master, leave it to me,"

Lanci consoled Talia.

After Talia’s attempt, he had some idea how to interact with Tamisha.

"Hmm, go for it."

Talia, hanging her head and not wanting to make eye contact with Lanci, nodded and vanished on the spot, returning to Lanci.

When she was happy, Lanci liked to say annoying things; when she was downcast, Lanci, on the contrary, tended to be very gentle.

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