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Chapter 488: Lanchi's Departure
Chapter 488: Lanchi's Departure
In the northern continent, early May.
On a Sunday noon, in the heart of Helrom City, stood a towering building. Its sleek glass surface reflected the bright sky, resembling a towering giant reaching for the heavens.
This building not only surpassed the surrounding structures in height but also stood out in the city skyline for its opulence and unique design.
At this moment, Lanchi had arrived at the top floor of this building.
He stood before the only door on this level.
His mood seemed a bit intricate.
After a while, he placed the cat boss from his arms onto his left elbow and rang the doorbell with his right hand.
"Come in."
Sigrid's soft voice came from within.
Not because she was speaking softly, but because she was clearly far from the door.
Though cold and distant, her voice was familiar.
"Is Sigrid angry, meow?"
The cat boss asked in a low voice, pawing at Lanchi.
"Who knows."
Lanchi took out a key chain from his pocket and found one of the unused keys, a spare key that Sigrid had given him a long time ago.
The soft click of the key turning in the lock sounded especially clear in the quiet corridor.
"Meow."
The cat boss had no idea how their date had gone the day before.
But from Sigrid's attitude, it guessed that they had probably parted on bad terms.
When they were in the snowfield with Sid, the cat boss had thought that Lanchi would pretend to be dead to escape when it heard that Sid would not let Lanchi go.
Unexpectedly, Lanchi was so straightforward and honest, not deceiving Sid from start to finish. Even when given a week to escape, he chose to stay.
The door slowly opened, revealing a spacious and bright entrance hall.
The decorations here were exquisite and luxurious, from carefully selected artworks to custom-made furniture, each piece unique.
The walls were adorned with carefully chosen paintings, reflecting not only craftsmanship but also Sigrid's refined taste.
Lanchi stepped into the living room, his footsteps nearly silent on the soft carpet.
The lighting inside was warm and soft, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance, Sigrid's favorite scent.
Although he had not visited often, he had come to recognize everything here as familiar after getting to know Sigrid.
After walking for a long time, Lanchi finally arrived at Sigrid's gallery.
This was the place where they had first met.
Of course, the first time he had been forcibly brought here by Sigrid.
In the distance, Sigrid stood quietly by the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the view of Helrom.
Now, she had finally achieved her wish and become the undisputed overlord of the Protoss Empire.
However, recently, the reason for her happiness seemed to be related yet unrelated to this.
She turned around, her eyes as clear and profound as ever, holding countless memories and emotions.
No words were needed between her and Lanchi; a glance was enough to convey their thoughts.
"I'm here to fulfill my promise."
Lanchi spoke.
Today, after finishing this painting for Sigrid, he would temporarily return to the southern continent.
Sigrid did not respond.
She slowly walked to the main seat of the gallery and sat down, fixing her gaze on Lanchi.
"Lanchi Wilford, is that your real name?"
Sigrid asked.
She had actually guessed long ago that Rocky McCarthy was not his real name.
She could have asked him for his real name a long time ago, and she believed he would have told her the truth.
But she had always wanted to wait for him to confess on his own.
"Yes, I'm from the Nantina region of the Kingdom of Hutton, and I currently live in the royal capital, Icariot."
Lanchi nodded, holding the little black cat.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll go to the southern continent, find the Kingdom of Hutton, and then find you?"
Sigrid asked with interest, observing him and the little black cat.
She remembered the first time she brought Lanchi here to meet him. Lanchi had appeared calm, but his shadow had begun to waver. Then, the little black cat, its fur standing on end, had jumped out and curled up in Lanchi's hand, always afraid that she would find out more about Lanchi.
Now, Lanchi had revealed even his background in the southern continent, yet the little black cat seemed unfazed.
"I'll always be welcoming,"
Lanchi replied with an honest smile,
"The royal capital, Icariot, is a great city for dates."
He added.
"What are you trying to say?"
Sigrid blinked for half a second, then narrowed her eyes at Lanchi.
She never expected Lanchi to bring it up so suddenly.
"I just wanted to introduce you to Ikelite."
Lanchi looked at Sigrid with a natural expression.
"I think you just want to hold my hand and go on another date. You might as well be straightforward about it."
Sigrid folded her arms and let out a cold laugh.
She seemed to be joking, yet there was a hint of seriousness in her tone.
"Meow? Meow meow!"
The cat boss looked back and forth between Lanchi and Sigrid, its head tilted in confusion.
This guy was impervious to reason, and now he had held hands with Sid?
And Tata was still eating!
"In Ikelite, we can both be our true selves without worrying about being mobbed by reporters and fans on the street." Lanchi replied after a moment's thought.
A slight curve formed at the corner of Sigrid's mouth, but she quickly suppressed it, returning to her cold demeanor.
He still didn't deny the date.
"It's just the two of us and the little black cat now. Show me your true self, or it's not fair." Sigrid said as she leaned back in her chair, eyeing Lanchi.
Lanchi merely smiled at her and turned around, letting her take in his appearance—black hair and green eyes.
"..."
Sigrid stared, at a loss for words for a while.
She instantly understood what the Saint meant.
"Alright, that's satisfactory." She commented.
"Yesterday's date was also quite satisfactory. Here, take this." Sigrid took out a thin, small, and exquisite stone sculpture from her pocket, and the unique radiance it emitted instantly illuminated the entire gallery.
She tossed the stone to Lanchi, who caught it deftly and stared at the divine object in his hand.
Earlier, when they were outside, Sigrid hadn't dared to take out this stone slab for him. But now that they were alone, and with the probing magic and isolation barrier provided by the Sigrid family, she could finally give him this hard-won treasure.
[Original Slab of Stone - Seal]
Category: Equipment Card
Grade: Orange Epic
Attribute: Seal
Rank: 5
Passive Effect: The Original Stone Slab cannot be destroyed. Only those alive can soul-bind to it, and only one person can be bound to it at a time. All seal-attribute magic, martial arts, equipment, and summoned beings will be comprehensively enhanced. The soul binding will be released when the binder dies.]
Note: Destiny is tightly bound, but the soul can save all.
The stone slab was inscribed with intricate ancient curses, and its divine luster was dazzling and hidden, striking the soul and resonating continuously with the magic power in Lanchi's body.
At this moment, he was not yet a fifth-rank, so he couldn't bind with the stone slab.
However, he wasn't far from the fifth rank, and he would soon be able to become the new user of the [Original Stone Slab - Seal].
"I guess I can finally go back and report now." Lanchi sighed.
Later, when he wrote his report, he would just have to hand in the information about the [Counterfeit Stone Slab - Seal].
"I have a ticket for the five o'clock train. I'll be taking Anathanasius and the others back to the southernmost city of Lilom in the Empire, and then we'll take a boat back to the Southern Continent." He said as he put away the stone slab and looked at Sigrid.
"Don't get the wrong idea. I never agreed to let you leave." Sigrid maintained her cold attitude from earlier, but then her tone shifted, "But I haven't been sleeping well these past few days, and I'm very tired today. If you really want to run away, I probably won't be able to notice."
Sigrid's purple eyes gradually became blurry, her words slowed down, and her voice became softer and softer.
It seemed that if she hadn't been waiting for Lanchi, she would have fallen asleep already.
Of course, because Lanchi was there, she felt even sleepier.
Once she finished her business and relaxed her mind, the fatigue in her brain rushed in like a tide.
"Good afternoon, Sigrid." Lanchi said softly, understanding her intent. It was also his way of bidding farewell.
From their previous interactions, Sigrid had developed a conditioned response—she always felt like taking a short rest when she was with Lanchi.
The Bishop of the Tyrant Heaven Church was proud and wouldn't go back on her word.
But she might be a little more lenient with the Saint of the Tyrant Heaven Church.
"By the way, the Helrom Broadcasting Corporation has a scheduled interview program this afternoon, and they will probably come to visit my gallery around then. So don't try to get away with doing a half-assed job, or you'll leave a joke for Principal Rocky McCarthy, haha..." As she spoke, Sigrid closed her heavy eyelids, and the high-backed chair provided her with enough support that she unknowingly began to relax her body, until only her soft breathing remained.
(End of Chapter)
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