Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 909 - 709: Lanci Will No Longer Contribute to the Empire

The mountain breeze gently caressed the woods woven with scarlet and gold, and in this season of fallen leaves, the Bulida Magic Power Rail Train once again traversed the undulating Langal Mountains near the South Crayney capital.

Lanci was sitting in compartment number 404, being investigated.

He looked a bit weary but remained composed.

Of course, by now he had switched to the seat across from his original one.

That is, the seat of Mr. Landry Washington.

"Yes, it was I who defeated the enemies on the train,"

Lanci honestly answered the questions of the investigating officer sitting opposite him,

"The situation at that time was simply unbearable. Have we come to this? In the capital, Brilda, someone dared to openly challenge the authority of our Empire! I couldn’t tolerate her arrogance for a second longer. I had to make her understand what ’Imperial Authority Unmatched’ and ’the Empire’s Faith’ truly mean."

He couldn’t help but tap on the table.

This uprightness, this hatred of evil, yet the deep concealment of his achievements and name, made the investigating officer opposite him nod repeatedly in agreement.

Because what this young man was saying did not sound like a lie at all.

His attitude was passionate and sincere; sitting opposite him, one would feel ashamed as a fellow Empire Person—ashamed that one’s love and faith in the Empire as a member of the Imperial Army were not as firm as those of such a young man.

"Then, Mr. Landry, in a little while, my superiors might come to question you further. We do not mean to inconvenience you, but as the central figure in this incident, we still need your cooperation to gather more clues about the enemy,"

The investigating officer put away his notebook and stood up to speak to Lanci.

"No problem,"

Lanci nodded, watching the investigating officer leave.

Being able to quickly blend into the surroundings is certainly a remarkable gift for a spy, but in the blink of an eye, Lanci seemed to have become a native.

"Tata, just put your heart back in your stomach. It was just a coincidence, an accident that I inadvertently helped the Empire catch a spy from the Allied Forces. It won’t happen again."

Lanci’s eyes conveyed resolute assurance as he responded to her in his mind.

He would not help the Empire again, nor would he become a traitor.

This time, unlike in the Protoss Empire on the Northern Continent, he was clear about his stance and allegiance.

"That’s good,"

Talia barely let out a sigh of relief, her voice carrying a hint of a smile.

She figured that even if Lanci wanted to thrive within the Empire, he did not have what it took.

The Empire was not that simple.

"It seems we’re almost there,"

Lanci sat in the compartment, quietly gazing out the window.

Although he had experienced some setbacks, overall, things were going well.

He had obtained a new identity, and Miss Unity, a spy of the Allied Forces, had escaped. The only one injured was Mr. Landry.

However, Lanci would carry on Mr. Landry’s legacy and use his identity to strive to change the Empire. In doing so, perhaps he could also allow Mr. Landry to rest in peace.

The train gradually left the golden mountains and entered an endless green plain. On the distant horizon, the majestic silhouette of the holy city became increasingly distinct.

He was finally approaching the legendary capital of the Cerryti Empire—Brilda.

Spires crowded the city walls, reaching for the sky, steel-made towers shone in the sunlight, and immense airships navigated the streaming clouds. The whole city was outlined by canals that encircled it, sketching a magnificent visage.