Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 982 - 738: Lanci Braves the Mafia

"Cat Boss, calm down and tell me where you are."

Lanci cupped the Communication Magic Card to his cheeks and hurriedly asked.

The communication was very poor.

He wasn’t sure what exactly Cat Boss was trying to convey.

But he could tell that Cat Boss’s voice carried a signal for help.

"Lan...meow...danger...quick..."

All he heard was more or less the same.

Lanci looked at Talia, whose face was full of question marks.

It seemed that not only could they hardly hear Cat Boss’s voice, but Cat Boss couldn’t hear Lanci’s instructions clearly either.

Ding dong, bang bang.

Besides the Communication Magic, there were also doorbell and heavy knocking sounds from downstairs.

It seemed that someone had come looking for him just at this time, desperate and careless of the fact that he was a professor at Saint Kray Monastery.

Under normal circumstances, Professor Landry had just arrived at the Saint Kray Monastery a week ago, and Nara’s Secretary had helped hide his address; aside from Nara’s Secretary and a few inside the academy, no one should know where he lived.

Normally, even if it was an insurance salesman, Lanci would have gone to open the door and have a nice chat.

But Lanci couldn’t be bothered with anyone now; whoever it was came second to the situation with Cat Boss and Elsa.

"Empty...box...alley...meow..."

Cat Boss seemed to be gradually getting smarter; even without hearing Lanci’s instructions, it seemed to figure out that it should say something useful.

"Why are you looking at me? I also can’t understand what Cat Boss is saying."

Reaching the entrance on the first floor.

Lanci held the doorknob and turned it, as he was about to go out anyway, to see who was seeking him out at this hour.

The night had enveloped the courtyard, with the cold moonlight casting a silvery veil over everything.

Outside the door stood a purple-haired, blue-eyed girl with her hand raised, about to continue knocking. She wore a black slip dress, and her delicate girlish features carried a hint of impatience, yet her eyes, filled with a spirited aura, gave her a boyish charm.

The moment she saw the door open, she suddenly stopped her hand; otherwise, she might have slapped Professor Landry.

"Ursula Roland?"

Lanci hadn’t expected the unexpected visitor to be his student, Ursula Roland.

He had a strong impression of the daughter of the Marquess’ House and sister of the Ninth Army God of the Seat of Amethyst, Marquis Ryan.

Not for any other reason, but she indeed had a talent, being at the top of her class in both Magical Engineering and Magic skills.

"Elsa has disappeared."

Ursula stated urgently, her expression serious.

"Hmm?"

Lanci still held the intermittently meowing Communication Magic Card to his ear, but his gaze was now focused on Ursula.

"As her brother, don’t you care about your sister at all?"

Ursula rolled her eyes in a flash, finding Landry’s befuddled state infuriating.

She had initially planned to stand up Elsa on the theatrical drama they had agreed to watch tonight, using the excuse not to go, so Elsa could go watch it with the brother she always thought of.

Yet Landry, because of his work, flatly rejected his sister’s invitation.

Given Elsa’s cotton-like personality, she likely wouldn’t say another word.