Chapter 388: Lanchi Turns into a Green Tea
Chapter 388: Lanchi Turns into a Green Tea
The vast living room fell into a peculiar silence due to the unique interaction between Lanchi and Hubertian.
Sigrid was still pondering the true meaning of quasi-bishop and super-bishop-level strengths.
After a brief silence—
Even though Sigrid and Gloria didn't understand, Lanchi had a general idea of what Hubertian meant.
It was normal for Hubertian's mother's side to be related to the Demon Tribe.
If Hubertian could handle Guardian Anthares, everything would be fine, with the two of them cooperating perfectly.
"Alright, leave this one to you, and I'll take care of the other two."
Lanchi said with a smile.
"Huh?"
Hubertian frowned at Lanchi.
No.
Do you plan to rescue the other two as well?
"Wait, those two great demons; you can't control them. They truly want to restore the Demon Tribe's nation!"
Hubertian remembered the Ice Snow Witch's warning.
If they were to release Sinora the Lawbreaker and Pranai the Truth Seeker, they should only consider doing so when causing chaos in the Protoss Empire.
In the current situation, with Lanchi holding a high position in the empire, they didn't need to destroy the entire Helrom. It would be best to keep those two powerful demons locked up in the prison beneath!
"You said they are loyal subjects of the Demon Tribe, right?"
"Yes."
But as only a fifth-rank half-demon princess, she was far from capable of making those two powerful demons submit.
"Then leave it to me. Rest assured."
Lanchi's calm and steady demeanor made him look more like a member of the Demon Tribe than Hubertian at that moment.
"...I'll listen to you."
Ultimately, Hubertian conceded.
As a member of the Protoss Empire, Lanchi should be the one who most wants to prevent harm to the empire, and he must have his reasons.
As their conversation drew to a close—
"By the way, Saint, aren't you supposed to be holding back the Warden at the Protoss Royal Magic Academy? Why are you going to the prison with her?"
Sigrid, who had been listening quietly from the other end of the sofa, asked.
Lanchi nodded, as if he understood Sigrid's confusion and decided to answer her question with actions.
"Is the Great Poet here?"
Lanchi asked Hubertian. He hadn't sensed the presence of the Great Poet yet.
"Here."
Hubertian took out a bookmark from the inside pocket of her coat, opened its outer layer, and revealed a magic card sealed within ice crystals, devoid of its orange aura and luster.
Soon after, Hubertian followed the unsealing process taught by the Ice Snow Witch and quickly released the seal.
Even before the card could regain its radiance, it transformed into a human form.
"Boo hoo hoo, I'm being bullied, I'm so miserable."
The Great Poet, in the form of a duck, sat on the living room carpet, crying her eyes out with her head tilted back. Ice crystals were still falling from her hair and arms.
The enchanting voice disturbed both Gloria and Sigrid, making their hearts flutter.
"..."
Sigrid stared at the gray-haired, blue-eyed, and stunningly beautiful demon. She clenched her palm, feeling that this magic card was too dangerous. It would be better to reseal it; the Saint didn't need this kind of magic card.
"Stop crying. I saw you secretly observing my expression earlier, and then you started crying again."
Lanchi stared speechlessly at the Great Poet and said, "Come on, what else do you want me to help with?"
The Great Poet wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, let out a cold hum, and stood up, casually flicking her hair with the back of her hand.
"Great Poet, change into your human form first."
Lanchi walked over and handed her a purple, rare-quality, fourth-rank spell card—[Great Poet Transformation: Human].
The Great Poet immediately drew the card that Lanchi offered.
It had been a long time since she had touched her skin card, and she had missed these sets of clothes.
The moment Lanchi touched the magic card and activated it, his figure transformed into that of a pure and otherworldly young girl with black hair, her emerald green eyes shimmering with a lively clarity. Her skin was pale and pure as snow, and she wore an elegant, lightweight dress with a pair of small black leather shoes.
The change left Sigrid with her eyes wide open as she turned to look at Lanchi.
"You're using one of your four-cost card slots for a non-combatant demon summon that's just for a costume change? Do you have some kind of fetish?"
Lanchi responded with a helpless look, meeting Sigrid's gaze with a bitter smile, as if telling her that if he could be truly enchanted by the Great Poet, the card would have devoured him long ago.
"..."
Sigrid thought about it and soon understood.
She trusted Lanchi, of course.
It would be unworthy of her to be upset with the Saint over something as trivial as this.
"Lend me your body," Lanchi said to the Great Poet.
"What's in it for me?" The Great Poet lifted her chin, not refusing but asking meaningfully in a crisp voice.
She was very pragmatic; if Lanchi wanted her to do something, he needed to offer compensation.
"I'll take you to view several slabs all at once," Lanchi replied.
"The Primordial Slabs?" The Great Poet wondered if viewing the Primordial Slabs was such a difficult task. Why was it that after two months, Lanchi seemed to have negotiated the viewing of several slabs?
"Deal."
Listening to their conversation, Sigrid was extremely confused but managed to hold back her questions about what Lanchi was up to. She simply stared at him and the Great Poet.
Next.
As the Great Poet responded, Lanchi sat down in a chair, gradually appearing to grow weary as his head drooped.
On the other hand, the Great Poet's aura had completely changed.
She looked at Sigrid, her eyes holding a hint of a smile, and her gentle and pleasant demeanor seemed to be answering Sigrid's confusion. She had become the true Lanchi.
He had successfully possessed the Great Poet.
Soon, he would play two roles: his main body would control the Warden's movements at the school, while the Great Poet, as his avatar, would accompany Hubertian to the Helrom Prison.
"You've really become my saintess?" Sigrid looked at the black-haired, green-eyed beauty. Although their features were not similar, the resemblance was striking once the poet took on Lanchi's eye color and aura, like they were his real sisters.
Surprisingly, Sigrid felt that if this person were the saintess, it would be perfect, but she was sure that having him as the saint was the better choice.
"The Great Poet is a bit special. This card can directly communicate with me on a soul level, and with my permission, she can also control my body in return." Lanchi explained to Sigrid.
Generally, it was difficult for summoners other than puppets to directly possess, and sharing sight and sound required additional spells.
Unless there was a relationship like a natal contract between the summoner and the summoner, they could directly connect their souls.
Previously, in the inner space of the [Primordial Slab-Wind], the Great Poet had once borrowed his eyes.
"I'm waiting for you to help me deal with the Extinction Branch anyway. If there's anything you need my help with, just let me know." Sigrid nodded, mostly understanding.
The meeting was coming to an end.
"Then, before we carry out this task, I'll need some time to prepare. Let's start in three days." Lanchi smiled and brought his hands together, signaling the end of the meeting.
Now, it was time to make good use of this new face.
With Talia's face, Lanchi's black hair and green eyes, and his soul.
This was the true descendant of the magical tribe's princess.
And she would be the best magical princess to strive for world peace.
(End of Chapter)
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