Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 324 - 311: No One Knows Love Better Than Lanci_1

That same afternoon.

The sky was a blend of icy blue and light hues, turning it into a frozen, cracked azure screen. The gentle yet slightly cold natural light in this pure white world was reflected by the snow, making it incredibly blurred.

Bracing the snowstorm, three figures finally saw the outline of a city-state at the end of the snowfield.

"Shaar, you truly are the inheriter of the Assassin Family, thoroughly professional even as a scout. Without you, we wouldn’t have found Chinston City till nightfall."

Lanci complimented Shaar with a smirk.

Shaar bowed his head slightly, somewhat embarrassed.

It had been a long time since he last heard such sincere praise.

Usually, people mentioned his family only to ridicule him.

But this person was different.

"Every single word you say seems to indirectly refer to me."

Sikder grumbled at the side.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Lanci touched his cheek, slightly numb from frostbite, and looked at Sikder, puzzled.

"Nevermind, sometimes favorability is directly subtracted, no reminder service is needed."

Among the sound of wind, snow and their voices, they gradually reached the gate of the city-state.

The vast snowfield was completely covered in white snow, and the bone-chilling wind would sometimes raise a flurry, making the snowflakes flutter in the air like fine sugar frost.

This was the southern boundary of Chinston City. The city walls were tall and made of metal and frozen dirt. They loomed like a steel canyon on the snowfield, blocking the cold wind and all external threats.

The city gate was made of sturdy Demon World steel wood. It was decorated with cold iron and embroidered with the sigil of Chinston City and Magic Sigil on it. Inside the enchantment, two rows of guards with weapons and armors stood, their orange-red feathers on their helmets fluttering in the cold wind.

The sightlines of the guards instantly shifted upon the approach of the three figures, turning towards the distant snowfield.

The three of them slowed down, crossed the last stretch of the boundless snowfield, took out their proof of identity in advance, and handed it over to the Knight Captain leading the guards through the brief opening in the protective barrier.

Upon a thorough inspection, the captain’s gaze fell directly on Shaar.

"Son of Count Shaar Candis, welcome to our Chinston City. Could you and your friends please step inside the city and wait? I will contact the Lord’s Mansion for you."

When the knight captain learned from their credentials that Lanci and Sikder were students from the Protoss Royal Magic Academy in Herram, he didn’t speculate about their relationship with Shaar but instead, assumed them to be Shaar’s friends.

The gate slowly opened. The heavy chains and wooden beams made a dull noise. The hustle and bustle of the city filled their ears immediately, and the scenery unfolded before their eyes.

Gone was the endless snowfield. People occasionally shuttled across the distant bluestone-paved streets. Smoke was rising from the houses, and the aroma of dinner preparations wafted in the air. Children could even be spotted having snowball fights.

What followed was a period of waiting.

Without waiting too long at the entrance of the city, a carriage came rushing to meet them and stopped in the open square not far away.

A man in a classic black suit walked over. His sleeve cuffs and collar were embroidered with golden patterns. In his hand, he held a wax-sealed letter. His strides, although steady, quickly brought him before the three.

"Young master Shaar, and two distinguished guests, I am the steward of the Lord’s Mansion."

He bowed slightly, speaking with respect,

"Lord Viscount Levin Chinston has been informed of your arrival and has sent me to welcome you."

He motioned for the trio to follow him towards the exquisite carriage with the Quinston Family emblem engraved on it. The carriage was draped in deep red silk, the windows were obscured by thin embroidered curtains. The steward opened the door to reveal animal skin cushions and delicately carved wooden handrails within.

"Please, get in."

The steward offered a small smile, showcasing a well-measured, composed demeanor befitting a servant to the nobles.

The three exchanged a look and boarded the carriage after the steward.

Just before the carriage started moving,

"I wonder if Viscount Levin Chinston is busy with important matters?"

The cat boss kept silent for a while, choosing to sidestep the question, it’s better to not humiliate oneself,

"Young man, just naturally get to know Miss Lilith. If you both are meant for each other, you’ll eventually fall in love. Don’t ever take his love advice, this fellah has no clue about love, his concept of love is even more problematic!"

The cat spoke earnestly to Shaar.

"Um..."

Shaar glanced at the little black cat, then looked at Lanci.

He was at a loss as to who to trust.

Both seemed very sincere, full of good intentions for him, there was no doubt about it, he could even see it in their eyes.

So, Shaar was stuck in a huge dilemma, unable to make a decision.

There was a moment of silence between the three men and a cat.

"But I agree with what Macksey said, for example, I’m also attracted to men who are stronger than me."

After thinking for a while, Sikder voiced her perspective as a woman.

She didn’t understand why this little black cat was belittling Lanci’s love advice so much, nothing seemed wrong.

"..."

Lanci glanced at Sikder sympathetically.

Added to the list of unmarried women.

"What did you mean by that look just now?"

Sikder asked.

She had figured out that her saint would never utter any rude words.

But very often, he expressed everything with his nuanced expressions, which was the highest level of disdain.

"Guess I lose some likability, huh? When you want to condemn someone, there’s always an excuse, isn’t there?"

The indifference that hung on Lanci’s face resembled a helpless smile.

"..."

Sikder chuckled and shook her head, without telling Lanci how much likability she had deducted.

On one side.

"Meow, so Shaar, are you really going to listen to this green tea’s love lessons?"

Looking at Shaar, the cat boss asked.

"But isn’t Mr. Rocky getting along very well with Miss Sikder?"

Shaar asked the cat boss with confusion.

He believed that senior Rocky was not a green tea at all, but indeed a kind-hearted young man.

"Meow?"

The cat boss tilted its head. Lanci and Bishop of Hegemony? Did they really get along well?

From what he gathered, the two had quite disparate identities, capabilities, ages, and personalities.

But as Shaar put it...

He did find them surprisingly harmonious.

Wait a minute.

If the genders of Lanci and Sigrid were switched.

Green tea girl and domineering CEO!