Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 531 - 504: Lanci, the Ambassador of City Civilization_1

The silhouette of the distant city of Nanwantina gradually sharpens in the thickening dusk, like a tacit agreement before nightfall.

Lanci Hyperion and Talia still sit on the long bench in the Heartbeat Plaza, staring at this stratified city-state from afar.

They’ve been leisurely chatting, and it’s almost dinner time before they’ve realized it.

"We’ll leave when we hear the six o’clock chimes, and we should be home in time for dinner," Lanci turns his head towards the clock tower in the plaza and says to Hyperion and Talia.

"Being with you makes me feel utterly unproductive," Hyperion leans back on the bench, staring at the sky, tinted golden orange with some purplish red, and murmurs to herself.

She could do many things on a typical afternoon at Ichrite Academy but led by Lanci, the afternoon flew by without her noticing.

Talia still sits quietly.

Although her face doesn’t reflect her feelings, she seems calm.

Hyperion glances at Talia’s face, wanting to tell her she has figured out their relationship.

Then Hyperion shakes her head lightly, deciding to explain it slowly when she’s alone with Tata at the Welfort’s home tonight.

Thinking about it, she looks at Lanci on the other side again.

She notices that Lanci hasn’t moved since a while.

Even after staring at his cheek for a long time, there’s no response from him.

Lanci, with his eyes half-closed, seems to be staring at a figure on the lower-lying street far away, observing her very seriously.

Hyperion straightens her body and looks in the direction of Lanci’s gaze.

After a long while,

Hyperion finally identifies the figure Lanci is watching, a young girl wearing a delicate woven bodysuit, soft in color. Her skirt sways gently with her steps, her hair is long and smooth, and she has an excellent figure.

Talia’s eyes instantly turn cold.

"What are you looking at?" She asks Lanci, turning her head.

"That person..." Lanci frowns slightly, lowers his voice, looks puzzled, and spells out the word "rebirth" with his fingertips on his knee.

Although Lanci doesn’t understand why, he strongly feels that the woman carries the [Certificate of Rebirth].

While relieved, Talia emits a slightly sharper aura.

She knows that many Rebirth Believers want to harm Hyperion. Last time, she caught a Priest of Destruction who came to the Boss Cat Restaurant.

"I’ll be right back," As Talia is about to stand up and arrest the Rebirth Priest, Lanci grabs Talia’s wrist indicating her to wait.

Her name is Eileen, a high priestess of the Destruction Branch. She had come to the city of Lord Nanwantina after receiving orders at Nox Mountains’ base in the morning. Her mission was to stay in a mansion not far from the Welfort family’s house and keep surveillance while standing by.

Earlier, a driver named Rocky McCarthy parked his car beside the road and asked if she needed a lift. He said he was familiar with the area, and used to be a driver for the Welfort family. After being fired by that young scoundrel from the Welfort family, he started doing his own thing.

There were two other women in the back seat who were carpooling. It seemed safe enough.

Thinking there was a rare chance to obtain information related to the Welfort family, she got in the car without hesitation.

Her memory seemed to cut off at this point.

Eileen felt a sharp pain in her head and tried painfully hard to recall events.

She was convinced that she didn’t naturally fall asleep, but was knocked unconscious by a slender hand that covered her mouth and nose.

Obviously, she had gotten in a black cab.

Wasn’t Nanwandtina known for its good public safety?

Why did it seem like she, a grand priestess of Resurrection, was about to get abducted as soon as she arrived?!

Eileen jolted awake like a startled bird and instinctively tried to save herself, but the next second, she felt her body become immobile again!

Just like being pinned down by a ghost, her mind was aware but her body wouldn’t move.

All she could feel was a terrifying, mysterious creature controlling her from beside her. The enclosed space within the car seemed to become pitch-black. Only a pair of demonic golden eyes were extraordinarily distinct, making her feel extremely small.

At the moment when Eileen was terrified to the extreme.

She saw.

The driver in the front seat glanced at her, then looked at the statue placed in front of the car.

He put his hands together, lifted them above his head, and bowed to the Statue of the Goddess of Fate.

Immediately afterwards.

"Welcome to Nanwantina."

Lanci took off his sunglasses, turned his head, and spoke to Eileen.

Hyperion, sitting beside him, felt as if a fishbone was stuck in her throat. She always felt that praying to the Statue of the Goddess of Fate should not be done like this. Why it also gives off the intimidating effect of human traffickers?

"..."

Eileen’s pupils trembled incessantly, wondering what happened to the public security of the Hutton Kingdom.

The gentle-eyed man in front of her seemed to be pleading for the Goddess of Fate to forgive her, as if at the same time, he was absolving his heart of guilt in advance.

Are you really worshipping the gods, or just indulging your inner greed?