Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 174 - 163: Lanci Would Never Traffick the Blood Clan_1

"Hyperion, relax, with us detectives and lawyers by your side, the villains can’t do anything to you."

Frey nodded, always extending a helping hand when his companion needed help.

He just didn’t expect the sudden shift in the topic.

They originally thought it was a mundane reception gig, and they would just need to perform steadily as usual to smoothly see off their guests.

Instead, hidden behind the scenes was a conspiracy involving the relations between the Hutton Kingdom and Arolan Kingdom.

Suppose they, the role models of the student council, ended up catching an Elite Reborn Believer while receiving the academic visit team from Arolan Kingdom. In that case, the King would definitely have to commend their meritorious deeds.

The reward would be substantial!

"Indeed, with you guys around, I always feel that the danger is to our enemies."

Hyperion also finally understood her role.

It turns out she was the perfect bait.

This team can continue to prosper and quickly make a fortune due to this virtuous cycle. She was indispensable to this process.

"We represent the force of Ichrite Academy’s new talents. We must bring honor to the school this time!"

"Yes, Dean Loren will definitely thank us all."

"...when something happens, you two must not run and leave me behind..."

By the time their conversation had taken them to the first floor, they could already see the familiar chapel.

Whether it was the curved ceiling or the ornate stained glass windows, everything exuded a calm beauty at this moment, with only their footsteps echoing in return.

A bit past the chapel, over by the staircase, they would find a stone door decorated with an old iron ring hidden in the corner of the chapel. This was the entrance to the underground wine cellar.

"Is it here?"

Frey asked.

"Yes."

Lanci answered.

Soon after, Frey pushed open the heavy stone door, and a cold chill struck them from the crack in the door. The three continued down the stone steps and quickly caught the scent of oak barrels, a unique smell of time and wine intertwined.

After they entered the cellar and lit the light, they saw rows of enormous oak barrels, arranged neatly. The light in the wine cellar was dim and faint. The air was filled with the robust aroma of aged wine, mixed with the unique smell of damp stone walls and old wood.

This time, the Shadow World was abundant with high-quality food and a variety of beverages.

"According to Stisera, dropping blood on the floor of the wine cellar will trigger a reaction from the underground magical defense," Lanci said, taking a small bottle from his pocket, which held a few drops of blood from the Goddess of Destruction that had been collected from a previous battle.

Such blood shouldn’t be spilled in vain.

Lanci opened the bottle and let the bloody red liquid drip onto the open ground at the center of the cellar.

The next second.

Just like a drop of water breaking the surface of a quiet lake.

A series of transparent red ripples spread out from the center.

There was a faint rumbling sound from the stone floor, as if some hidden mechanism was being activated.

Lanci crouched down, his finger pressing on the floor, sensing the origin of the magic spell. Soon, his gaze focused on one side of the wine cellar.

He walked over there, poured the remaining blood onto the ground, and instantly, faint red magic fluctuations started to surge violently on the surface. The stone slab on the ground emitted a deep rumble and then slowly sank!

He gripped the edge of the coffin and slowly stood up from the abyss of eternal frost. His crimson eyes were vivid, seemingly flashing in the dark, sharp and deep, extremely cold.

Viscount Augustin stared at the three people who freed and awakened him, his face as white as paper, without a hint of blood, only the unabashed intention to feed existed, making preparations to eat.

"It was you who awakened me."

Viscount Augustin spoke slowly. His voice was low and cold. With every word, an oppressive sense of terror pervaded the cellar, as if the scythe of death was hanging above the three people’s heads.

He was famished now. Even if these three people saved him, he still needed to feed.

These three weaklings could only let him butcher at will.

However.

Lanci, still with his elegant as the castle’s butler, smiled at Viscount Augustin and said:

"Viscount Augustin, we have prepared three humans for you, and Count Paluocas is waiting for you on the third floor."

And he opened his palm, showing a ring of Count Paluocas.

Viscount Augustin, whose eyes were initially malicious, suddenly retracted his greed, and fell into deep thought.

This precious ring had a strong scent of an upper-ranked Blood Clan member on it. Even Viscount Augustin felt a sense of hesitation.

The count would never give away this personal accessory unless it was a confidant he trusted very much.

"Count Paluocas, huh..."

Viscount Augustin murmured.

Since Count Paluocas came to save him, he absolutely cannot act rashly against the count’s confidants.

However, the count naturally knew about his hunger after his seal was lifted, so he also prepared food for him.

"It seems the count has prepared a big gift for me, those should be three quite good humans."

Then, Viscount Augustin began to smile satisfactorily. Even in the cellar, he could sense that it was night now. The sincerity of the three who lifted his seal was beyond doubt,

"Take me to Count Paluocas."

"This way, please."

Lanci calmly stretched out his hand, indicating Viscount Augustin to go up the cellar.

In the dim cellar, Viscount Augustin’s figure was like a black storm passing by Lanci’s side. His strides were firm and powerful, like a beast wanting to break free from its cage, eagerly marching towards his feast.

As the Viscount walked past Lanci, Lanci slyly glanced at Hyperion and Frey, and winked at them with a smile.

The meaning being: He’s doing it voluntarily.

Frey wordlessly raised his thumb to praise Lanci, giving off a vibe of a successful slave trader.

"...!"

Hyperion dared not interact with them, and walked forward with her head down.

She never dreamt of the day she would be involved in a scheme to kidnap a vampire’s waist!

Lady Goddess is watching her!

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Also, I’m adding a rough sketch of the Lanci character below, which will be sent out in a single chapter once the illustration draft is completed~