Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 741 - 674: Lanci’s Tyranny Over the Lesser King_4

"Master, you really are a girl so easily handled by me."

Lanci added provocatively, his tone full of the victor’s posture.

"..."

"Don’t you want to think it over again?"

Talia’s invisible hand of thought gently touched Lanci’s heart.

If she wished, she could also grasp his heart tightly.

"No, no, no, it’s you who can easily handle me!"

Lanci hastily begged for mercy.

After fighting ten bouts in a row, he had used up a lot of his mana.

Apart from maintaining the most basic amount of safety mana, he felt that he could at most fight one more bout today.

The two who were connected in their minds gradually returned to calm.

"Do you really want to keep company with the Bathist family?"

Talia asked Lanci.

According to her observations over the past two days, this family wasn’t bad, just a bit foolish in their actions, prone to offending people.

Setting aside Lanci’s unusual influence, Talia felt that this family was truly devoted to Lanci.

Count Bathist was at least sincere towards Lanci, the parasitic species.

"Well, taking one hundred thousand pounds from someone else’s family, you have to work for them to some extent, right? If I just took the hundred thousand pounds and ran, wouldn’t that make me a swindler?"

Lanci retorted.

Even if the other party was willing, he still felt it wasn’t quite right.

The two chatted briefly and walked outside.

Moonlight shone through the open circular hole at the top of the Sacred Silvervine Arena, spilling over the many magic equipment terminals connected to each other, and the high stands of the various pavilions scattered like mountains.

Every evening around eight or nine o’clock was the prime time for competition, attracting fighters and magical beasts from all over to battle for honor, gold, and belief.

Right then, the screen was still showing battles from other pavilions, two sword-wielding members of the Demon Race fiercely clashing, their sword lights cascading like waterfalls, their fighting spirit high, with the cheers, applause, and disappointed sighs of the audience intermingling into a chorus that occasionally drifted to the edge of the arena.

Just as Christina and Lanci were about to leave the rest area and step into the brightly-lit passageway under the night sky of the open-air venue, a rich man with a hook-nosed wearing an expensive suit rapidly jogged over, blocking their way.

"Excuse me, please wait a moment!"

The rich man’s face bore a look of urgency and seriousness, clearly having urgent business with them.

"Do you need help?"

Both stopped in their tracks, puzzled.

"Miss Christina, pardon me, I have a request."

The rich man seemed a bit afraid of the Earl’s Daughter from the Bathist family, maintaining a reserved demeanor but getting straight to the point,

"I need a strong emissary to participate in tonight’s business dispute competition. I witnessed your butler’s extraordinary strength, and I’m willing to pay a hefty commission to have him fight on my behalf."

"Changing the combatant on short notice does involve a penalty fee."

Christina frowned slightly upon hearing this. She was caught a little off-guard by the sudden request.

"That’s right, Miss Christina, but the other side has also changed their contestant at the last minute. Originally, I was quite confident of winning, but now my confidence is shaken. After watching Mr. Rocky’s match, I think it’s better to spend good money on him trying rather than waiting to lose."

After explaining the situation, the hook-nosed rich man also showed Miss Christina the compensation and rental contract.

If the Baptist family’s butler, Mr. Rocky, agreed to fight a bout for their company, they were willing to pay £1500 as a base commission to the Baptist family, and if he won, they would add an additional £4500 as a winner’s commission.

"This..."

Although Christina came from a wealthy family, she had never made so much money from studying alone.