Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 792 - 682: Lanci Won’t Date Talia_4

Even though an equal score has no real use, only grade points and pass/fail statuses are useful.

But what they were betting on was who would score higher.

"What, is this professional evaluation given by Examiner Lanci?"

Talia looked at him with meaningful interest again.

It seemed she meant that if Lanci could say more, he should.

After today’s exam, hearing Lanci’s words had made her quite happy.

"Let’s not talk about this anymore."

Lanci smiled at her and quickened his pace forward.

"..."

Talia’s fist tightened subconsciously.

She felt this guy was doing it on purpose.

"Next round, I’ll be the examiner, after all, I can’t be subjective, I still need to maintain an objective attitude when evaluating you," Lanci explained with a clear sense of integrity.

"How would it be if you added subjectivity?"

Talia was curious.

It turned out that all his comments earlier were objective, and he genuinely thought she was very impressive.

"Cough cough, cough cough, cough cough."

All of a sudden, Lanci coughed as if he had some discomfort in his throat.

"Are you not feeling well? How about I cook some medicine for you when we get home tonight?"

Talia immediately placed her hand on his back and asked with pursed lips.

Lanci didn’t say a word, but she understood.

Maybe this guy did indeed need some medicine, to cure him of his bad habit of speaking.

"..."

Sweat started to appear on Lanci’s forehead.

They sat down by a table next to the river on the open-air platform on the second floor and ordered three cups of espresso.

"Sorry for disturbing your rest time."

Nigel said.

"Not at all, not at all."

Lanci waved his hand.

Nigel was one of the few friends they had in Poseen Kingdom; having a friend invite them both to hang out was more than a delight for them.

On one side of the terrace stood tall Poseen sycamore trees, their dense canopy casting dappled shadows in the soft light of the evening.

From here, the beautiful nighttime view of the Selina River tributary could be seen in its entirety.

The waiter elegantly brought each of them a cup of rich coffee, the rising steam spreading the aroma of the coffee.

Nigel unfolded a soundproof barrier with a portable magic device.

"Do you two have any free time after the final round of the Platinum Level Card Maker exam on Sunday?"

The three began to chat about recent events while sipping coffee in small sips.

"Yes, we’re quite free after the exam, we plan to have a good time in Floral City Pariel."

Lanci and Talia exchanged glances, with Lanci replying.

In fact, their trip to Poseen was drawing to a close in terms of time.

According to their plan, after finishing their duties as examiners in the Platinum Level Card Making exam, they would stay for another two days in Poseen Kingdom, and then it would be time to return to Hutton Kingdom.

Although they would like to spend a few more days in the Demon World of Poseen, time did not allow it.

If they were any later, who could say whether the South Crayney Empire would suddenly declare war to the north; once in a state of war, it wouldn’t be so easy for them to return to Hutton Kingdom.

"This Sunday night, I’m going to the 10th district of the Demon World to attend a banquet of the Demon Race, I’ve always had a bad feeling about it."

Nigel didn’t ask anything of them, but he brought up his schedule for the coming Sunday night, almost as if he was settling his affairs.

"What’s going on?"

Lanci asked.

"Based on my current investigation, this Curse Spreader has been traced back over a year, and he is more likely to be from the Demon Race than a human. But, the remaining traces of his spells that have been observed contain signs of magic text not from modern Demon Clan Magic, resembling more than old demons that had come from the Northern Continent in recent years. This leads me to feel increasingly uneasy..."