Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 216 - 205: Talia Captures Lanci on the Spot _1

Workbench was scattered with various drawing tools and leftover materials, and in the midst of it all was a finished Magic Card emanating a purple mist.

Lanci leaned back into his chair like a sofa, yawning again and again, almost falling asleep.

Today, he had uniquely created a magic card he couldn’t use himself. Once made, it wouldn’t be his concern anymore.

The delicate fingers of the Great Love Poet were gently picking up the newly born card, her eyes filled with joy and anticipation.

"Give it a try."

Lanci murmured with his eyes closed.

"Do you have enough mana? It’s your mana I have to use."

The Great Love Poet hesitated, temporarily putting down the Magic Card in her hand to ask.

She felt that Lanci seemed to be running out of mana.

"It’s okay."

Lanci waved his hand, signaling her to use it as she wished.

Just as they were chatting,

the door of Lanci’s dormitory had already been knocked on several times.

But the two of them were so focused in the Cardmaking Workshop,

that even if they heard some faint sounds, they assumed it was their neighbor’s door being knocked on.

"Lanci, someone’s knocking at the door. It’s been going on for quite some time meow."

The Cat boss, who had been watching them make cards from the doorway, looked towards the hallway.

Then turned his cat’s head to address Lanci inside the cardmarking room.

"At my place?"

"Yes meow."

Lanci shook his groggy head, feeling like he didn’t mishear.

Having a talking cat at home was indeed nice.

So Lanci stood up tiredly and returned to the living room, walked over and opened the door.

To his surprise, he was taken aback for a moment.

Outside the door stood Hyperion and Talia, who always accompanied her like a guardian.

Seeing Lanci’s just-awoken appearance, Hyperion bowed slightly in apology before speaking,

"The Cat Boss has been gone for quite a while, the shop girl asked us to find him. I thought he might be here with you..."

Before Hyperion could finish her sentence, she just noticed the Cat Boss in the corner and her gaze followed him into the living room where she saw a black-haired beauty looking in the mirror.

"!!"

She rubbed her eyes.

Human beings tend to say the truth when they are panicking in their instinct to survive, and he indeed didn’t lie.

It seems that Lanci has always found her beautiful and conspicuous.

However, Talia’s anger hadn’t faded at all.

"Miss Tata, we have to visit the Northern Continent later, so we need to disguise the Great Love Poet. You are simply too pretty. If we don’t make more disguises, you’ll be easily identified."

Hyperion also came over to explain.

"..."

Upon hearing Hyperion’s words, Talia looked at him with complex emotions, but still couldn’t let go of her grip on Lanci’s shoulder.

She was just angry now.

An anger that she couldn’t pinpoint the reason for.

It seemed like she rated lower than a mere summon creature like the Great Love Poet.

Or she didn’t match up to the pleasing nature of a woman like the Great Love Poet.

But why would she compare herself to the Great Love Poet?

She shouldn’t care about how Lanci sees her.

The tangled emotions bottled up in Talia’s chest had no outlet and could only transform into dissatisfaction and anger towards Lanci.

Just then.

The Great Love Poet looked at the endangered Lanci and the confrontational Talia from afar and heaved a deep sigh.

"It seems you still find Tata more beautiful and charismatic. Just now you were chatting with me, and then you disappeared. I knew it was Tata who came..."

She took two steps closer to Lanci and spoke.

Hyperion was almost scared silly.

If the Great Love Poet comes in and stirs up trouble under this circumstance, Tata might lose reasoning and actually attack Lanci!

Hyperion looked at the Great Love Poet and felt that in her human form, she was even more ladylike, gentle, and somehow carried a similar temperament to Lanci.

If presented before people from the Northern Continent who had never seen them, they would definitely mistake them for relatives.

But Hyperion couldn’t pinpoint how exactly the Great Love Poet resembled Lanci apart from her hair and eye color.

"You have never complimented me like this."

The Great Love Poet stood next to Lanci, her green eyes downcast, and complained weakly.

"..."

Just as Hyperion prepared to stop the Great Love Poet, she hesitated.

She analyzed the two sentences spoken by the Great Love Poet...

She was unsure whether the Great Love Poet was genuinely feeling a bit melancholic and stirring the pot... or was she helping Lanci handle Tata?

On the surface, it seemed like a disagreement between the human and card, yet, it was the ultimate collaboration!

The Great Love Poet also seemed to have developed some of the refined taste!