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Chapter 742: Lanchi's Encounter with the Mafia Don
Chapter 742: Lanchi's Encounter with the Mafia Don
"This is bad."
Cardinal Lanchi paused, a frown crossing his face as he suddenly seemed to remember something.
"What now?"
Talia's heart skipped a beat as she wondered what major issue they might have overlooked. Ever since she started following Lanchi, she hadn't had to worry about much, not even remembering to bring her keys; Lanchi always took care of everything.
"We should have brought a 28-inch suitcase with us." Lanchi explained to Talia.
"Why would we need a suitcase?" Talia asked, perplexed.
"A 28-inch suitcase is just the right size to fit an adult male." Lanchi glanced at Viscount Carmel and informed Talia.
That would make it easier to take the cargo back.
"..."
Talia thought that if they weren't in the Empire, she would have called the police by now. But she was focusing on knocking the vampire out completely without using too much magic—the kind that would keep him unconscious for days without any external stimulation. So, she didn't bother arguing with Lanchi.
Vampires were tougher than cockroaches; it was incredibly difficult for a typical sixth-rank cultivator to defeat such an immortal being.
The clouds in the sky gathered and dispersed, obscuring the moon only to release it again, while the wind in the alley cut through the air like a sharp blade.
With the shorter days of autumn, the nights grew longer, and before they knew it, it was deep into the night.
The darkness ahead was like a cloak of ink, making it impossible to see clearly.
However, in the container area of the Brilarda Mafia, the black-haired, purple-eyed girl holding a cat had calmed down and no longer seemed as panicked as before.
Ursula followed Professor Landel to Elsa's side.
"Elsa, it's alright now." Lanchi assured Elsa.
"Waaah, brother, I was so worried you wouldn't be able to beat him." Elsa's tension seemed to dissipate, and she sobbed, burying her face in her hands.
She thought she had almost gotten her brother into trouble.
"That's great." Ursula's eyes reflected both relief and a hint of loneliness, and she averted her gaze with a soft sigh.
Witnessing the interaction between Elsa and her brother reminded Ursula of her own brother, and it felt like her heart was being squeezed painfully.
She didn't know what she had done wrong to earn her brother's genuine hatred. All she knew was that both friendships and familial bonds could change over time, and once they grew distant, they could never be mended.
"It's okay, I'm the strongest." Lanchi confidently assured Elsa.
Currently, he was impersonating High Priest Loren, pretending to be Professor Landel, so it was fine for him to act a bit eccentric.
Given Loren's trait of growing stronger with each battle, he should portray an aura of absolute dominance, befitting his character.
"..."
Talia felt that Lanchi had already altered Loren's character a bit when he played the role in the Flower Capital of Parieth.
Although Lanchi's portrayal of the 1798 version of Loren indeed exuded a more imperial and majestic aura, she still believed that the real Loren was not like that.
Unfortunately, Loren himself was in no position to offer any opinions, and Lanchi could only continue his interpretation in the Kreise Empire.
Standing behind Lanchi, Ursula glanced at him several times, as if urging him to do something.
"What is it?" Lanchi noticed Ursula's gaze.
"Don't you think this is a good time for the brother to pat his sister's head?" Ursula asked, exasperated.
She had heard from Elsa that Landel seemed to have developed a sense of distance.
While his sense of responsibility was undeniable, he didn't easily get close to anyone, not even his sister Elsa. It was as if they were separated by an invisible wall, almost as if they weren't truly siblings.
Could he be a straight-laced man?
"Whether it's patting her head or touching the back of a female student, it's not appropriate. That would be considered sexual harassment. But I can listen to her and provide emotional support; that's what a teacher should do." Lanchi explained to Ursula with a smile.
"You really have a strong work ethic, treating even your own sister impartially." Ursula's expression was a mix of sarcasm and amusement at Lanchi's words.
"Of course, at Saint Kreise Abbey, you're all my students, and I won't show favoritism to anyone." Lanchi nodded.
"Well, that's good of you." Ursula paused for a moment and added softly.
"Of course, at my previous school, I received a hundred percent positive feedback from the students in my surveys." Lanchi replied proudly.
Lanchi stopped chatting with Elsa and Ursula and turned his attention back to Viscount Carmel, whom he was holding.
Now, Talia was possessing him and using his body to cast a mental spell on Viscount Carmel.
By now, Viscount Carmel should have been mostly dealt with.
"Then why can you touch me casually?"
Talia asked through her thoughts, her mind still on Lanchi's previous statement.
She had indeed noticed that Lanchi didn't touch others, but the last time in the Kingdom of Bosen, they had held hands as a test of strength, and later, she felt that he had adapted to it.
"Pfft, Master, do you really think that by wearing a short skirt and a student uniform in Ikelite, you count as a student?"
This time, Lanchi couldn't hold back his laughter,
"Do you even know how old you are? I should be reporting you for sexual harassment... Ouch!"
Before he could finish his sentence, he was arrested by Talia.
Talia grabbed his heart with her icy, invisible hand.
"I will never wear that skirt again in my life, and I don't want to hear you mention it again."
She reluctantly let go of Lanchi's heart.
Recalling the week when she and Lanchi wore student uniforms and went to school together at Ikelite Academy, she felt her scalp tingle just thinking about it, grateful that she hadn't run into any acquaintances.
Her thoughts returned to the present.
"Speaking of which, what's going on here? Why would a respectable student of Saint Kreise Abbey be targeted by the Blood Tribe?"
Lanchi waited for Talia to finish messing with Viscount Carmel's nerves and turned to Elsa, asking her.
He could be certain that Elsa was a human with ancient werewolf bloodline; otherwise, she wouldn't possess such enhanced abilities during the night.
Even though the werewolf and vampire clans were sworn enemies, Elsa shouldn't have provoked the vampires. Her traits were more human-like, and it was challenging to distinguish her from a human; even she herself might not be aware of her werewolf bloodline.
How did the vampires discover her?
"Yes, maybe it's..."
Elsa sniffed and averted her gaze, stammering.
She didn't want to implicate her brother.
"It's definitely because of that day at our family banquet. There's nothing uncertain about it."
Ursula bluntly helped her out, spreading her hands.
Everything originated from a banquet held by the Roland family, and at that time, Elsa wasn't very clear about what her innate magic meant, so she easily activated the Judgment Eye and saw a very suspicious guest at the banquet.
Because of this, Ursula felt quite guilty. She thought that all the dangers Elsa faced tonight were probably because she had dragged Elsa to the banquet.
"At the time, I heard my brother say that he would investigate, and if there was a dangerous element that infiltrated our family's banquet, he would definitely bring them to justice. So, I thought it wasn't a big deal."
Ursula briefly explained the cause and effect to Lanchi.
Now that she thought about it carefully, an incident that should have been taken seriously was treated like a minor farce in her brother's eyes.
Her brother's judgment was clearly wrong.
It was as if her brother was concealing and shielding the vampire.
She didn't want to think about it anymore.
"Your brother, the ninth Military God Amethyst Seat, Ryan Marquis, couldn't find a trace of the intruder at the banquet?"
Lanchi looked at Ursula in confusion and asked her.
"..."
Ursula lowered her head and bit her lip.
She couldn't answer Lanchi's question, which carried a heavy weight.
If the truth was indeed a trivial accident, then Marquis Ryan's explanation would be correct.
However, the current results clearly showed that the "person" Elsa saw at the Roland family banquet with her Judgment Eye was most likely a vampire.
"It's my fault. After learning what Elsa told me, I immediately told my brother without thinking. Her danger was directly related to our Roland family."
Ursula hung her head and answered with difficulty.
She rarely admitted her mistakes.
Professor Landel would probably no longer trust her and view her and the Roland family as enemies. He might even prevent her from contacting Elsa from now on, but she wouldn't hide anything.
"Do you feel that your brother's personality has drastically changed during a short period in the past two years?"
Lanchi remained expressionless as he listened and analyzed, stroking his chin.
"!"
Ursula abruptly raised her head.
She grabbed Lanchi's coat, staring at him intently. Her emerald eyes were filled with astonishment and unspoken words.
"Do... do you know the reason?"
Ursula couldn't understand why the professor was still looking at her with trusting eyes, and she didn't know how he knew about her brother.
"Let's leave this place and discuss this further back at school."
Lanchi nodded solemnly and addressed Ursula.
He felt that in a while, Viscount Carmel would be thoroughly subdued, and then they would have to take Viscount Carmel back to Saint Kreise Abbey discreetly, so they must proceed with utmost caution.
Ursula nodded vigorously, her anxiety evident.
She had initially thought he was just an ordinary professor, but now she was increasingly convinced that this professor was full of secrets.
The night was thick and impenetrable, and the wind continued to howl through the alley.
The wind suddenly picked up, causing their hair to rustle.
"Are you treating this place as your own home? Coming and going as you please?"
Suddenly, a voice appeared at the mouth of the alley without warning, like a ghost whispering in the dark night.
Elsa and Ursula were startled and looked around.
It was only when they followed Professor Landel's gaze that they noticed a figure standing at the far end of the alley.
The man stood motionless, his coat fluttering slightly in the wind, almost blending into the surrounding darkness.
The moonlight fell on him, creating a sharp silhouette.
In that pitch-black darkness, only his pair of cerulean eyes shone brightly, like two clusters of icy flames burning fiercely.
"Sorry, we didn't mean to intrude."
Lanchi guessed that the owner of this territory had arrived and apologized in that direction.
It would be of no benefit to them to fight here.
A battle between the seventh and sixth tiers was completely unequal.
In the worst-case scenario, the commotion might attract the attention of powerful members of the Imperial Army.
"..."
The other party did not respond.
He merely strode forward, the sound of metal friction reaching their ears.
It was the faint sound of the various knives he had strapped to his waist, their cold light flickering in the darkness.
Slowly, his figure stepped out of the shadows.
The newcomer had short, deep gray hair, sword-like eyebrows, and blue eyes that held a hint of turbidity, no longer as clear as a youth's. His face appeared to be that of a man in his twenties.
He wore a pure black windbreaker-style robe, a brown leather belt, black dress shirt, and waistcoat, with dark red patterns on the cuffs and hem.
He seemed to be able to ignore the terrain and traverse any obstacle.
"Barton Hall..."
Ursula immediately recalled this dangerous figure of Brilarda -
The leader of the Brilarda Mafia.
In Brilarda, he was the underground emperor who struck fear into the hearts of smugglers and was an elusive figure even the police dared not approach.
Under that black cloak and coat, there were probably all kinds of specially made magic vibrating knives.
"Professor, he's very strong! He used to be an Imperial Colonel. After leaving the military, he joined the Mafia and eventually rose to become their leader..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the Mafia leader, Barton, loomed large in Ursula's vision.
In the next frame of her sight, Barton was already within arm's reach, his movements silent and without forewarning.
His hand reached for Viscount Carmel, who was being held by Lanchi, but was blocked by Lanchi's other hand.
"Colonel Barton, would you do us a favor? Your men weren't killed by us, and my sister was pulled in by spatial magic. We didn't intend to intrude."
Lanchi spoke politely.
"Don't call me Colonel."
Barton's gaze shifted from the Blood Viscount in Lanchi's grasp to Lanchi's blocking hand, and then to his face, his eyes sharp as blades, carrying a chilling cruelty and resolute determination. It seemed as if he could see through people's intentions and strip away all disguises.
He was not using his full strength.
After all, he would not want to accidentally harm the two young girls and the cat.
This young man who had captured the Blood Viscount did not seem to bear any explicit ill will towards him.
"Are you from Saint Kreise Academy?"
Barton's gaze rested on Lanchi's face for a moment, as if he had finally realized why Lanchi addressed him as Colonel.
Today's imperial newspaper happened to feature a photograph of Professor Landel being commended by the Imperial Special Operations Department -
In front of the administrative building of the Imperial Special Operations, several special agent officers warmly received a young imperial professor in a gray coat. They did not hide their overwhelming power and bureaucratic aura.
Since this professor from Saint Kreise Abbey belonged to the Imperial Special Operations Department, he could be considered a member of the military, and naturally, he would be aware of some military affairs.
"Leave the Blood Viscount here, and I won't make things difficult for you. You can leave."
Mafia Leader Barton retracted his hand into his black cloak and addressed them.
(End of Chapter)
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