Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 416 - 396 Lanci’s Dual Operations_1

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

On the north side of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy, the meeting hall on the third floor of the Hong Meng De Building.

The walls of the conference room were adorned with dark walnut veneer, embedded with exquisite wood carvings. Every carving was a testament to the craftsman’s ingenious creativity. In the centre of the room was a set of stately genuine leather sofas that sported a classic deep brown tone. The simple and smooth lines of the sofas demonstrated the beauty of modern design without failing the seriousness of classic furniture.

On the sofa, Lanci and Warden Bacas were having a pleasant chat.

"I am here today, not only as a prison manager but also as an advocate for creating a more just, efficient and humane prison system. Herram Prison should not be a simple detention place, rather, it should be a complex micro society model. It concerns the safety, rights and future of every Protoss citizen. So, I strongly agree with you, Mr. Rocky McCarthy. We are like-minded and brethren, it’s a pity that we’ve just been introduced."

"Indeed, yes."

Several exquisite small tea tables arranged around the sofa had deep textures and layers that became richer with time. Ceramic tea sets on these tables were often picked up and put down, with both men’s movements emanating an implicit elegance.

Lanci sat with a slight tilt at his shoulders, a smile on his face, and eyes twinkling with the light of wisdom as he listened to Warden Bacas.

Power and desire intertwined, permeating the air with harmonious and subtle vibes. As if in this VIP conference room, a major decision of the capital city Herram could be smoothly determined.

Warden Bacas’s eyes also revealed his anticipation of the negotiation outcomes.

"As administrators, we also strive to ensure safety and order through advanced surveillance systems, professional guard teams, and strict rules and regulations. But merely maintaining the order is not enough. As a modern prison, our goal is much greater - we want to make the prison a place of reform and education. Essentially, we are doing the same thing..."

However, as Warden Bacas elaborated his views eloquently, Lanci’s gaze suddenly froze as though he had slipped inside some complex thoughts.

Noticing this change, Warden Bacas slowed his words and a hint of confusion appeared on his face till he ceased all conversation, resulting in a momentary silence in the room.

The chandelier, shimmering under the light, and the steaming cups of tea on the tables, served as the only evidence of time passing.

Uncertain, Bacas wondered whether he had touched on a sensitive subject or proposed an inappropriate recommendation.

All he could do was stare intently at Lanci, trying to find clues from his expressions.

Lanci nodded, stood up, led Warden Bacas to the side of the conference room in a peaceful and mindful manner.

There stood a chic piece of machinery, a terminal combining the latest communication magic of Herram and traditional craft.

Warden Bacas stood in front of this device and quickly placed his Encrypted Communication Magic Card, which was from a pocket in the inner lining of his clothes, into it. His expression became very serious, his eyebrows furrowed, and a trace of undetectable anger flashed in his eyes.

The communication terminal quickly connected to the lobby of the basic floor of Herram Prison.

"Get me Warden Corentin from the first floor."

After establishing the connection, Bacas spoke into the microphone.

Lanci stood alongside, watching Warden Bacas.

The calm expression remained on his face, but his eyes sometimes showed glimpses of deep thought.

"Alright, please hold on!"

The call was transferred hastily from the prison guard of the basic layer to the first floor. After about a dozen seconds, the unhurried but somewhat authoritative voice of Warden Corentin echoed through the speaker:

"May I ask who is calling?"

"·It’s·me."

The voice of Warden Bacas was quite rigid in the call, resonating evident irritation.

"Warden Bacas? What can I do for you?"

Just two simple words made Warden Corentin speed up his response on the other end of the call. The sound of the creaking office chair indicated that Warden Corentin had adjusted his sitting position in an instant and was now sitting upright, ready to respond to Warden Bacas’s call.

"I heard that you said that even if Mr. Rocky McCarthy comes, he would have to bring you two packs of cigarettes?"

Warden Bacas questioned with a murderous tone.