Chapter 661: The Demon Tribe Legend as Told by Lanchi
Chapter 661: The Demon Tribe Legend as Told by Lanchi
The aerostat, 'Floating Castle', glided through the skies above the Flower Capital, Pariette.
Gazing down at the city from high above, through the glass windows that separated them by several meters, one would feel a sense of detachment and serenity unique to this vantage point.
Lisancey and Lanchi chatted about a variety of topics, including the Platinum-level Card Crafting exam.
"I really admire those young card crafters who are already so talented at such a young age. They just exude this youthful vigor," she said, resting her chin on her hand as she gazed out the window.
The Selena River, like a silver ribbon woven through the city, divided the historic buildings on its banks, now bathed in the dazzling lights of the metropolis. Bridges spanned the river, their structures adorned with lights that made them look like portals to different worlds in the night.
As they awaited the aerostat's arrival at its destination on the north bank of Pariette, the faint vibrations from the magic power conduits beneath the floor and the distant hum of mechanical gears became more noticeable.
"Yes, that's what they call a 'youthquake,'" Lanchi agreed, nodding.
Youth is the color of bruises, filled with challenges, fearlessness, and passion.
This youthful vigor is something that older actors can't quite emulate.
Suddenly, a small black cat jumped from Lanchi's lap onto the table.
"Meow."
Boss Cat gave Lanchi a look that clearly said he had no words for what he'd just heard.
He probably understood that the term "youthquake" usually carried a positive connotation, referring to a group of young geniuses fearlessly pursuing their dreams.
But coming from this guy's mouth, it took on a different nuance, more akin to a bunch of incompetent people bumbling around.
"Oh, did you buy a ticket for your pet cat as well?" Lisancey's attention was immediately drawn to the adorable little black cat, and she straightened up a bit.
She felt like she could somewhat understand this young man now.
Perhaps he had a pet with him.
"Meow, meow! I'm not a pet!" Boss Cat protested.
"Eh? The cat spoke," Lisancey exclaimed, covering her mouth in surprise.
However, she soon understood.
This little black cat's true form was probably that of a powerful wizard or a large magical beast.
Perhaps it was even a fourth or fifth-rank beast?
After all, fourth and fifth-rank mercenaries were not commonly found in borderlands and small countries.
"Meow, meow..."
Boss Cat felt that while the young lady's thoughts were polite, they were actually quite insulting to him.
But if he were to reveal his true power himself, he would only lose more face.
"..."
Lanchi helplessly rubbed Boss Cat's head.
The indulgent look in his eyes seemed to say, "You're different from the others. You're an eighth-rank beast that safeguards the nation, so don't worry about what others think."
"Lanchi, meow..."
Boss Cat looked at him with gratitude.
When everyone else doubted his strength, Lanchi was the one who truly acknowledged him as an eighth-rank powerhouse.
However, he didn't want to remain a cat forever.
If the Grand Priest were to leave behind another earth-shattering legend in the Kingdom of Posen, the entire eastern region of the Southern Continent might just elect Loren as their Eastern Speaker.
"What does this little black cat usually look like?" Lisancey asked Lanchi, her attention still on Boss Cat.
"No, it's just a loaf of bread, and it doesn't change form," Lanchi shook his head.
"You're the bread, meow! I'm a Sprite Cat!" Boss Cat was getting annoyed.
"Oh? Can I pet it?" Lisancey asked, first in surprise and then with eager anticipation.
"As long as it doesn't mind," Lanchi replied casually, withdrawing his hand.
Boss Cat was good at discerning danger and safety, and most of the time, the employees he hired could touch him without incident.
Lisancey tentatively reached out to touch the small black cat, and once she was sure it wouldn't resist, she gently began to stroke its back.
"Lisancey, I hear you're quite the baker, meow." Boss Cat spoke up.
"No, not at all." Lisancey shook her head as she chatted with the cat.
"Don't you make magic pastries? I can't bake to save my life, meow." Boss Cat knew that his disciple, Asina, could make small magical dishes since she was an outstanding graduate of the Sage's Institute. But as his master, he felt awkward asking his disciple to teach him, and the last time he followed Lanchi in the Ancient Demon World, he hadn't picked up any of the demon world's magical cooking techniques.
"Well, my regular pastries are fine, but my magic pastries might be inedible. And the weirder the taste, the stronger the attribute. Last time, I made some super sour strawberry daifuku, and it knocked my classmate out cold..." Lisancey said shyly.
Having discovered that she could pet the cat, Lisancey found the half-hour wait for their destination to approach increasingly enjoyable.
Time seemed to pass much quicker.
Lanchi once again leisurely turned his gaze to the floor-to-ceiling windows beside the seat, several meters tall.
The 'Floating Castle' aerostat had large windows on both sides and the top to offer passengers a view of the outside scenery. Even from the passenger gondola, one could look out over the courtyard and catch glimpses of the night view outside.
Looking out the window toward the sky, one could see the enormous silver-white moon.
Legend had it that the Goddess of Healing and Silver Moon bestowed blessings upon all creatures during the full moon, soothing past misfortunes and wounds.
However, tonight, the clouds and mist drifting across the sky occasionally obscured the round moon.
"Miss Lisancey, have you heard about the recent demon tribe's assaults in the Kingdom of Posen?" Lanchi asked, as if he had just remembered something.
It was still quite a secretive piece of news more than a week ago when Professor Bolao had mentioned it.
Now, even on the aerostat, he had heard other passengers talking about the topic.
It seemed that the incidents were indeed becoming more frequent, and the Posen Kingdom's Senate might be losing control of the situation.
Lisancey, who had been playing with the cat, looked flustered.
"I, I'm not quite sure what's going on." She answered with her hands on her chest and her eyes averted.
"Oh, don't worry. The Posen capital has a high level of regulation, so it's generally safe. I believe the accidents usually happen outside of Pariette or in the demon world regions of Posen." Lanchi reassured her.
"Mmm, in the Kingdom of Posen, any demon tribe member who harms a human is put to death. There shouldn't be any demons willfully committing such acts in this day and age." Lisancey added, gradually turning her gaze back to Lanchi.
All registered members of the demon tribe had a basic civic contract with the Senate of the Kingdom of Posen, and they could be suppressed if they violated the regulations.
She knew that Lanchi was referring to the rumor of the resurrection of the forbidden curse of the Great Wizard Parroni.
Indeed, such rumors had been spreading more and more lately. Although the Pariette City Hall had repeatedly denied them, the Posen authorities seemed unable to suppress these overly panic-inducing rumors among the residents.
Not only were humans afraid, but so were the demon tribe members.
Everyone knew that according to the ancient legends of Posen, once a member of the demon tribe was afflicted by the Great Wizard Parroni's forbidden curse, there was no salvation.
There was absolutely no way to lift the curse.
The terrifying executioners under the authority of the few powerful individuals in the Senate would immediately arrive to kill the out-of-control demon.
Just thinking about it made Lisancey's breath come faster, and the curse seal on her chest grew brighter red.
(End of Chapter)
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