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Chapter 770 - 678: The Bet Between Lanci and Talia_4

Having saved the maid herself, Christina had come to treat Enon as a treasure and wanted to become good friends with her.

"I understand."

Christina smiled and waved goodbye to Lanci, wishing him a pleasant time off work.

Hearing the butler say that, she finally felt at ease.

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After the sun had started to sink beyond the zenith, some time passed, and it was evening.

Along the streets of Parriet, now tinged with the colors of sunset, there was a path leading to the cultural district’s Platinum Sen Palace Mental Hotel.

Lanci and Talia were on their way to find a restaurant.

"We have to get up early again tomorrow, probably by seven, so can we go back a bit earlier today?"

Lanci looked at Talia beside him, asking with a cat in his arms.

Logically, Talia had waited for him all day while he was at work, turning into a Magic Card without any fuss or noise, much quieter than the Great Love Poet, and now that work was over, she probably wanted to wander around Floral City Pariel.

The Platinum Level Card Maker exam would start on the weekend.

They didn’t have to work at Count Bathist’s tomorrow, Friday, but they had to report to Countess Rosalinda at the Southern Continent Card Maker Association’s branch in Floral City Pariel and find out about the supervision details for the exam.

"No problem, you just get some rest. I’ll call you when it’s time."

Talia said nonchalantly.

Nowadays, she always woke up and waited for Lanci to wake up.

If she strayed too far from Lanci, her mana consumption would increase, and without a clear awareness of his status, it could be dangerous for him if his mana was depleted while she remained unaware.

"You even have an alarm function?"

Lanci turned his head to look at her.

"When Hyperion used to go to school, I would make her breakfast and then call her to get up. Sometimes she had a bit of low blood sugar, which made getting up in the morning quite tough."

Talia looked ahead at the road and replied.

"Then I won’t set an alarm."

Lanci mused, as if he had lost something.

Could it be that Talia also knew how to cook?

And such wife-like habits were something he couldn’t fathom!

"I used to help Asina in the kitchen, so I can cook a bit. When I’m by myself, I don’t take cooking seriously, I just muddle through. It would be better to just buy something rather than cook carelessly, unless I’m cooking for someone else. That’s when I put in more effort."

Talia couldn’t muster the energy to get angry with Lanci anymore and explained to him.

That level of infuriating detail was something he had to think about many times unintentionally throughout the day.

After finishing, Talia didn’t bother with Lanci anymore.

Lanci still navigated as he always did.

"I finally understand why we don’t get along."

Talia spoke up.

"Why?"

Lanci asked, curious.

"You always have some kind of blind confidence and pursue the most extreme optimal solutions, but I prefer stability and certainty. To me, the optimal solution is certainly not walking a tightrope."

Talia’s golden eyes lifted, looking straight at him, and she conveyed her thoughts to him,

"When I hesitate, you become decisive, and when I am decisive, you hesitate, so our rhythms are always off."

Their collaboration in card making had made little progress so far.

"So that’s how it is."

After listening, Lanci nodded somewhat belatedly, also feeling that this indeed made sense.

During this time, the two of them had gradually figured out why their cooperation was extremely poor.

Technically, they both knew each other very well, and theoretically, a few practices should have been enough to get them on the same page.

The actual reason was that their thinking patterns were mutually exclusive, or they were inherently very incompatible partners.

If neither he nor Talia conceded to the other or accepted the other, then perfect cooperation in card making was simply impossible.

"Let’s make a bet."

Lanci regained his composure and simply proposed.

He was referring to the issue with Enon.

"Sure, let’s see who’s right."

Talia did not need any further explanation, naturally understanding his intention through their mental connection—

Whoever won would have their way; the loser would change their rhythm to accommodate the other.

"Why does this sound like an angel and a demon making a bet, meow?"

Cat Boss lay on Lanci’s hand, looking up and back and forth between the two, listening to the discussion between Lanci and Talia.

"I believe that no matter what her past is like, I have the means to save her, as long as she gives me the opportunity now."

Lanci was firm in his belief.

Or perhaps, the opportunity seemed more like one granted by the Goddess of Destiny.

"Then I guess your way will only lead to her destruction, or to put it another way, you can’t save her from the start. You’re not omnipotent, and there are people you can’t save."

Talia added.

Although Talia had never seen Lanci spectacularly fail, she was looking forward to it.

She wanted to see Lanci’s usual composure and confidence shatter like glass one day.

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