HBWnovel Chapter 374 - 355: What Level of Cardmaker is Lanci?_1
Chapter 374 - 355: What Level of Cardmaker is Lanci?_1
In the soft rays of the afternoon, along with the passage of time, Lanci and Sikder, who was carrying a cat, followed an ancient stone path to the mansion of Chinston City’s lord.
As they approached the building, what came into view was a house surrounded by a red brick wall, where intricate geometric patterns were intertwined with lush climbing plants. These seemed to bear the traces of time. Right before their eyes, large oak double doors loomed, engraved with the crest of the Quinston family—a soaring green bird.
Viscount Levin Chinston, who had already arrived home, opened the front door, inviting the two guests in.
Next to the study on the second floor of the lord’s mansion, there was a workshop that could be used to make magic tools.
Quickly, Viscount Levin Chinston led the pair to the workshop’s door.
"After the prison finishes its work, Shaar will bring the criminal’s documents over," said Viscount Chinston.
The governor had previously given orders for this. He needed all of the criminal’s documents, as well as all the Magic Cards that can be stripped off him.
"Mm, we’ll be troubling you with that."
Lanci, standing by the door, responded.
With Shaar taking over the Great Love Poet’s education, he could focus on making cards later.
The door to the workshop was slightly pushed open. Before crossing the historical threshold of this door, an inexplicable and melodious magical barrier energy gradually weaved a light fog above the gate.
Under the influence of this vague energy, the ancient emblems engraved on the silent metal door started radiating a deep blue glow. It was a sign that the barrier that protects the Cardmaker was on.
In front of him was a room completely different from the rest of the mansion—
The neat counter seemed to be a witness of time. It wasn’t overly carved or complex, but the quaint atmosphere allowed one to sense the rules and order.
Turning around, he looked at Sikder behind him: "Sikder, I can’t predict how long it will take me to make a card. You might get bored."
Just like back in the south Nanwantina, Talia used to wait for him to make cards, sometimes for half a day.
Of course, for the Demon Race who has lived hundreds of years, the flow of time is probably different. An afternoon in Talia’s eyes is probably just a blink of an eye, so she never realized how valuable time is. Her age for marriage quietly passed.
Sigrid was different. She was a desirable and perfectly normal woman. Her inability to get married at a late age was probably because she was too excellent rather than like Talia.
"...I don’t know if I’ll be bored, but I feel that you might want to eat my fist before dinner."
Sikder stared at Lanci’s eyes, feeling he was getting increasingly presumptuous, as if she could almost guess what he was thinking.
The majority of their Hegemony branch worshipped Sigrid’s martial strength, there weren’t many researchers or scholars among the magic tool masters. The few competent ones were directly recruited by Sikder herself.
As for the Saint Heir, previously Sikder only knew that he possessed the title of a Magic Artisan. Since she needed him to manage the entire Hegemony branch for her, she hadn’t considered letting him dabble in research.
It wasn’t until she confirmed today that he was a Southern Continent man, and saw that outrageous [Fake Stone Tablet-Wind], that she suddenly realized that she wasn’t clear about the Saint Heir’s cardmaking level.
The most popular branch of magic tool masters in the Southern Continent is cardmaking. Maybe this teenager would be quite capable in the Protoss Empire.
She thought to herself.
"Yes, the Association is quite good. It offers many conveniences. Of course, while enjoying certain privileges, there are corresponding duties to perform."
Beneath a warm, amber-tinged light, the Cardmaking Workshop was separated from the outside world of the manor. Light danced upon magic measurement instruments and apparatus on trays. Like a painter deeply engrossed in his own world Lanci stood in front of his work table, tallying up quantities for materials and preparing for his work at hand.
He wondered whether the final approval for the Platinum level would go smoothly once he was back in the Southern Continent. If it did, he’d have to serve as an examiner and oversee the Platinum Level Card Maker exam, one of the highest-level assessments in the Southern Continent.
Ever since his arrival on the Northern Continent, the majority of his time had been occupied by work, official duties, and travel. Now retrospecting, there were scarce opportunities to pick up these tools again.
"..."
Seeing Lanci fully absorbed in work, Sikder decided not to disturb him.
"How are the magic cards he makes?"
Sikder lowered her head and asked softly to the little black cat.
"I’m not quite sure... but it seems they’re highly advanced."
The Cat boss lifted his head, displaying a touch of puzzlement in his eyes, as he offered a cautionary response.
Originally, the little creature thought that Lanci was just a novice who had an everyday magic card explosion, pretending to be a professional cardmaker.
It wasn’t until it saw that [Nuclear Fusion Wolf] that it realized this tyro could actually create Epic cards.
However, it dared not tell Sikder that Lanci might be a Platinum Level Card Maker.
There are only a few dozen cardmakers above the Platinum level in the entire Southern Continent, which can easily be found with a search in the Southern Continent.
What if Sikder discovered Lanci’s real identity, it dreaded the day when a Cardinal Bishop from the Rebirth Church might personally visit its Boss Cat Restaurant! What if its home is deemed by the Great Priest as a hub for what they view as a cult! It certainly didn’t want anything of that sort to happen!!