Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 450 - 430: Lanci’s Great Demon Clan Resonance_1

The cell was still filled with the violent remnants of the magic collision from before the ceasefire. Everything was gradually becoming relatively calm, leaving only the faint light from the ventilation hole in the ceiling flickering in the empty room.

The Great Love Poet slowly approached Sinola, while Sinola kept her gaze fixed on her, her eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions.

Despite the doubts bursting in Sinola’s heart, she temporarily set aside her hostility and initiated brief communication with her.

"What’s happened in the Protoss Empire that’s led you to come find me here?"

For the time being, Sinola retracted her weapon, restoring herself to the way she was initially, seemingly able to have a temporary exchange with the two of them.

Antanas had a spell on him that allowed him to appear as a human, and it was quite possible that this ebony-haired, emerald-eyed individual also had such a disguise.

"Miss Sinola, we would like to reach a fair trade agreement with you within the Demon Race. Could you tell us what your demands or wishes are?"

The Great Love Poet explicitly stated her purpose for visit.

Antanas raised his hand to stop the Great Love Poet from getting any closer to Sinola, always vigilant and shielding her like a mother bird protecting its young.

Even though Sinola had stopped fighting for the moment, Antanas still regarded her as a formidable enemy.

"...I won’t kill you, but only under the premise that you don’t offend me."

Sinola looked into the face of the Great Love Poet, a faint smile played on her lips, but it didn’t divulge a genuine sense of amusement.

She was also hinting at the consequences of pursuing the conversation.

Sinola had been watching the way Antanas treated the Great Love Poet, and she was beginning to form some speculations in her heart.

If a human dared to disguise themselves as Talia, Antanas would likely be the first to kill them.

The fact that Antanas was able to tolerate, even condone this, and go so far as to protect this individual, could only mean that they must have some deep link to Talia, and was most probably Talia’s own flesh and blood.

"I simply want to negotiate a trade that you believe to be fair. Of course, as part of the bargain, you’ll need to enter into a contract with me in order to leave the Herram Prison."

Once she finished stating her intentions, the Great Love Poet broke off.

The contract she mentioned was naturally the one of bondage within the Herram Prison.

Even though it could sign an agreement much closer to be on equal terms, the contract itself was insulting to the Great Demon Clan.

"Hehehe, quite audacious, but unfortunately there’s nothing for us to discuss because weaklings have no place before me."

Sinola let out a bit of laughter, yet it was filled with anger.

What kind of monstrosity had Talia given birth to that had managed to grow to this extent?

"Miss Sinola, I came here only to save you, to plead for your help, and I would also offer you a trade of equal value."

The Great Love Poet said, showing no signs of attack or defense at any point.

It was as if nothing had happened just now.

"..."

The other party still responded with courtesy, which left Sinola feeling unsettled.

The more rational a demon, the more frightening they were, especially when the other party was also part of the Great Demon Clan and she was unable to assess their depth.

The only truth she could hold onto was the resonance, otherwise she might not be able to perceive their true danger until they chose to reveal themselves openly.

"Before we discuss the trade, can I see your true form?"

Sinola swept her gaze from head to toe over the Great Love Poet and asked.

A Demon Royal Family or a Great Demon Clan member, or something that reached here in front of her.

So far, the other party definitely had the qualifications to negotiate a deal with her.

Though not particularly significant, but being able to see the other party’s true face during the trade was naturally better.

Within the Demon Race, there were those who continuously changed their appearances and forms, disappearing and then reappearing again and again from both Demon and human sight.

Such individuals were highly cunning.

An impressionable surrender party during the crusade period, even if all the demons died, that thing would still be alive and well.

"I can’t show you my true form now, but if you’re willing to come with me, you’ll see me in the Protoss Empire."

The Great Love Poet replied, smiling subtly.

"When you put it that way, I become uninterested."

Sinola shook her head.

She had no curiosity towards females in the first place, and the ambiguous meaning of the other party’s words had made her feel somewhat apprehensive.

It was possible that she really intended to show her, or it could also mean that it would be her time to die when she sees her true form.

Unlike humans, amongst demons, they could immediately strike to kill even during seemingly friendly conversations.