Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 327 - 314: The good news is, Lanci remembered Hyperion’s words_1

"My daughter is already engaged, and I do not wish for her to leave Chinston City on the eve of fulfilling her marriage vows."

Viscount Levin Chinston pinched his brow, responding.

Several figures stood at the entrance of the reception room conversing, showing no intention of carrying out a detailed discussion in the room.

The Viscount himself was simply seeing off the visitors from Bonn City.

"Engagements can be cancelled, you know."

Viscount Black Bonn acted as if he couldn’t pick up on Viscount Levin Chinston’s hints of evasion, or perhaps he simply didn’t care about the latter’s attitude at all,

"Never mind, if you don’t trust the level of instruction of Professor Mei Qi, and don’t think he could offer any assistance to Lilith, then my words would be pointless. Quite a number of dignitaries from other city-states are lining up to meet Professor Mei Qi, and I’ve given you plenty of regard, it’s a shame you haven’t accepted it."

Viscount Black Bonn sighed as he restrained himself.

"...That’s not the case. I respect the educators of Protoss Royal Magic Academy a lot."

The Viscount of Levin Chinston, withholding his impatience and annoyance, glanced at Professor Mei Qi and said.

At this crucial time in the Empire, the Xue Yuan province ended up being isolated like an independent entity, sandwiched between the two provinces of the North Border and Hezishan.

Not only are communication and transportation becoming problematic, but there is also the threat of the Phantom Gang.

If several city-states collaborate to squeeze out one, the consequences could be dire, potentially leading to it becoming a prime target for the Phantom Gang. In the inability to seek assistance from other provinces or neighboring cities, complete destruction isn’t impossible.

And evidently, a decent number of aristocrats from other city-states are zealously seeking to garner the favor of this professor named Mei Qi, hoping for some preferential treatment in the future, at the Protoss Royal Magic Academy.

Viscount Bonn, being friendly with Mei Qi, has apparently started to become a force to reckon with among many nobles.

Although Viscount Levin Chinston was skeptical about the authenticity of Professor Mei Qi, he didn’t dare to make rash assumptions.

Or one could say that, so far, once Viscount Bonn had occupied a position endorsed by many nobles, the authenticity of Mei Qi had actually become irrelevant.

This could be called an open conspiracy. Anyone who dares to question Viscount Bonn, who holds a high position, will quickly be dealt with by Bonn mobilizing other forces.

"Lilith, don’t worry. Professor Mei Qi is my teacher right now and he won’t give you a hard time."

Viscount Black Bonn’s handsome and tall youth behind him, who is Dean, the young master of Viscount Bonn, reassured Lilith.

"..."

Lilith didn’t respond, her icy demeanor made it seem like she wouldn’t reveal her heart to anyone, she just stood there, waiting.

"Lilith, do you have anything to say?"

Viscount Levin Chinston glanced back at his daughter and asked.

"I’m afraid..."

"Let’s just agree on this. The loser should never come to see me again."

Before Viscount Levin Chinston could evade the subject, Lilith had already spoken.

"Fine by me."

Dean happily agreed immediately. Viscount Black Bonn showed a satisfied smile and looked towards Shaar who still sat quietly on the couch, unable to join their conversation.

He remained silent, his head slightly lowered, like a young lion drenched in rain by a lake, confused, powerless, and unable to see his own reflection.

In fact, no matter whether Shaar agreeed or not, the matter was already decided.

It was just a question of whether to voluntarily give up or to lose disgracefully.

Shaar has come a long way to be here and must be quite tired. To fight now would be unfair. Let’s say three days from now," Viscount Levin Chinston sighed helplessly and cast a deeply apologetic glance at Shaar.

One could only sigh at fate. In times like these in the Protoss Empire, some destinies are bound to be crushed by the wheels of fortune.

If things really don’t work out, he could just give Shaar some money to return to the south. At least he can’t let anything happen to him.

"Good, I’ll invite some nobles from the provinces to witness this. Levin, don’t renege at that time."

And so the few who were about to leave walked out of the reception hall once again, accompanied by polite phrases and the sound of footsteps.

Lilith took one last look at Shaar, her lips moving slightly, and then she turned and left without saying a word.

No one knew what her glance meant, or what was conveyed through her lip language to Shaar.

Shaar alone stood still in the hall, dazed.

"Looking back in full dress, a sight to remember. This is the feeling of young love, isn’t it," Sikder leaned on the sofa, sipping Bitter fruit tea made in the Snow Field, and said to Lanci.

"Yes."

Lanci just crossed his arms, wrinkled his brows, and nodded thoughtfully.

Seeing Lanci in this state, Cat boss finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, Hyperion had repeatedly told Lanci on the way that he absolutely should not intervene in others’ love affairs.

Most of the time, he just had to be a silent observer.

Even if he really wanted to step in, he should ask others for their opinions.

He might be right, but he might not be correct.

So thinking back to Hyperion’s words, Lanci was now in quite a dilemma.