Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 727 - 671: Lanci is Asked About the Pigeon Incident_3

Prophets, diviners, and those with the gift of foresight were not unusual in this world, yet few beings possessed them.

"Destiny" was a divine domain beyond the reach of living creatures, while "divination" was the utmost domain that beings blessed by the gods could touch.

If a demon of the divination system like Pranay could have grown for a few hundred more years, perhaps their Demon Race would not have been defeated.

If it was from the Goddess of Destiny, everything would be explainable.

"How do you manage to know so many secrets and yet regard even deeper mysteries with such nonchalance? If Hyperion were you, she would probably spend all day pondering and be too perplexed to sleep,"

Talia asked again.

She could hear Lanci’s thoughts and see the fragments of stories recorded in "Calila’s Shadow Weave Record."

"I’m not too interested in theology or history, I prefer philosophy, aesthetics, and ethics. What’s important is only the here and now; the past and future are not worth delving into for me."

He explained with a smile.

"..."

Although this guy didn’t believe in gods, sometimes he really sounded like a charlatan, often referred to as a pyramid scheme leader or a cult leader.

His condition was most severe during the time just after his return from the Northern Continent.

Now that there were signs of improvement, he was starting to seem more human.

"Have you thought about going to the Church of the Goddess of Destiny and truly seeking a Rebirth Jewel?"

Talia suggested,

"To see what our past lives were like."

She spoke in an almost silent way, like the soft whispers amidst the thin morning mist, gentle and elusive.

If the Goddess of Destiny had led them together, they might have a special connection.

Her fate with Lanci might not be any less than that between Hyperion and Lanci.

"I don’t believe in the Goddess of Destiny, and I don’t pray sincerely like Hyperion, so I think it would be pointless to go to the Temple with other motives."

Lanci shrugged nonchalantly.

"We could pass by on our way."

Talia said indifferently.

Last night, the Pariet Police Headquarters where they stayed was very close to the famous Pariet Cathedral.

There are many Temples and branches of the Church nearby the Pariet Cathedral in Floral City Pariel.

Theoretically, Pariet Cathedral should also be a place they would check in at.

It was just too late yesterday, so neither of them thought of going.

"We could indeed visit the Pariet Cathedral, but the Temples of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny can be found anywhere, like in Ichrite for example,"

Lanci analyzed.

"What if we could have a pleasant dream, aren’t you curious what it would be like?"

Talia asked.

"Not curious."

Lanci shook his head, smiling composedly as he told her.

In the past, a year was but a fleeting moment to her.

"..."

Cat Boss suddenly felt that Lanci’s expression had froze, and his heart rate shot up to one hundred and eighty in a moment.

He seemed to be trying his hardest to control his thoughts, showing no sign of abnormality.

"That Dark Pigeon had accompanied me for many years. Even when I was having the hardest time and went several days without food, I never considered laying a hand on it."

Talia continued with her past story, filled with nostalgic expression.

"..."

Sweat started to bead profusely on Lanci’s forehead.

"Why are you sweating so much?"

Talia noticed Lanci had been quiet for a while and hadn’t spoken to her.

"This morning in Floral City Pariel is indeed a bit warm. You don’t feel it sitting at home, but once you start moving around, you notice the temperature."

Lanci took off his light jacket, holding it in his hand and tried to smile as he spoke.

"Oh."

Talia nodded.

She took a handkerchief out of her small shoulder bag, raised her hand slightly, then instead passed it to Lanci.

It was unclear whether she originally intended to help Lanci wipe his sweat, or if from the beginning she had planned only to lend him the handkerchief.

"Thank you."

Lanci accepted Talia’s handkerchief.

"Speaking of which, if I mean if, the pigeon has met with harm, what would you do if you caught the perpetrator?"

He asked with a follow-up question.

"Heh."

Talia clenched her fingers,

"However, the perpetrator treated my pigeon, that’s how I’ll treat the perpetrator..."

Her words were so cold they seemed to lower the surrounding temperature, sending shivers down one’s spine.

"Ahaha, that’s scary talk, hey look, that dessert shop across the street seems nice. How about we go buy a couple of ice creams?"

Lanci, as if choking, dared not mention it again, and hurriedly changed the subject with a forced laugh.

"Which one?"

Talia’s gaze instantly shifted to the direction Lanci was pointing at.

The two of them began to engage in a lively conversation again.

"Meow."

Cat Boss looked up at Lanci, puzzled.

Teacher Da Lan, why are your hands trembling?

If that pigeon really was related to you, you’d have to face it sooner or later.