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Which version are you listening to?
Nyla murmured almost inaudibly to herself, then gently shook her head and didn't continue the topic.
She led Lanci through the garden, along the footbridge, to a serene brown stone brick corridor.
Through the continuous colonnade, the garden could still be seen until the view disappeared, and they reached another activity room on the second floor of the Main Hall.
Secretary Nyla was overly familiar with the Main Hall, taking a shortcut that was both quick and quiet.
"How could there be someone who desires nothing in this world... To be honest, whenever I talk to you, I always have that illusion."
Nyla changed the topic and said.
"I also think there isn't such a person. Look at me, don't I have three fiancées? People like that clearly aren't desireless."
Lanci shrugged and said.
"Then what are you pursuing now? Besides those three."
Nyla looked at Landry, seeming to mock himself, but in fact, his mind was very clear, which allowed him to admit it.
"What am I searching for? I'm looking for answers too."
Lanci's eyes gradually focused.
There was something he didn't want before, but now he does, and that might be the answer to his long journey.
"Looks like you're indeed searching for that answer, and you've basically found it."
Secretary Nyla smiled with relief and said.
People like Professor Landry would not be confused.
The two of them walked into this new pavilion, their eyes once again began searching, following Nyla's guess that there was a high possibility Elsa was in this building.
From the second-floor corridors of the venue, it was easy to spot familiar figures, and Nyla had considered this point.
"Speaking of which, you should be quite aware of how attractive you are to other nobles, right?"
Nyla noticed that as soon as Landry arrived, people were already casting eager glances at him, so she asked him.
"Don't worry, Nikola will help me handle those guys now."
Lanci said confidently.
This was the bond of their Imperial Army.
"Tsk, Red Falcon Nikola, huh, I didn't expect you genuinely got along with him."
Nyla clicked her tongue lightly and said.
"He's actually very upright."
Lanci said on behalf of Nikola.
He remembered how Nyla disliked Nikola, practically calling him a lackey during their first meeting outside the train station.
"That's true, I'll admit, he's better than the average noble, but he does act too much like a noble's hunting dog. I know you always manage to get along with everyone, felt that way upon first meeting you, you're quite smooth and generous. But I'm not helping you get rid of those nuisances because of that; I don't care if you're easy to get along with, it's your personality I appreciate. I never curry favor with people I dislike."
Nyla valued his character, so she treated him as a friend and helped fend off the entanglement from other nobles.
This tacit understanding needed no words between people like them.
"That's exactly why I'm willing to work with you, Miss Nyla."
Lanci said honestly.
"Since you understand, that's even better, so don't expect me to get along with Nikola."
Secretary Nyla nodded satisfactorily.
Just as they were chatting.
A familiar figure appeared in their sight from a distance.
Lanci and Nyla slowed their pace, looking down towards the courtyard on the first floor.
It was none other than Ursula, the daughter of the Roland family with the ancient griffon bloodline.
Also, a good friend of Landry's sister, Elsa.
Last time at the Brilda Mafia, Ursula's help was crucial in finding Elsa and rescuing her in time.
She wore a dark evening gown, appearing in the corridor leading outside. Her exquisite and appropriate makeup couldn't hide her nervousness, which contrasted with her usual carefree and confident demeanor.
And standing beside Ursula was Elsa, whom Lanci was looking for.
"What's wrong with Ursula?"
Lanci speculated quietly, gazing towards the second floor.
Following Lanci's gaze, Nyla also saw Ursula glancing towards the corner of the banquet hall crowd.
They quickly recognized the figure of Marquis Ryan Roland among the nobles at the center.
Beside him were several Imperial dignitaries engaging in conversation, full of flattering intent towards him.
This Marquis Ryan Roland had another more renowned title, the Ninth Army God Ryan, who was bestowed with the Seat of Amethyst, making him equal to the Sixth Military God Violet, the head of Saint Kray Monastery.
"So, are you interested in the Roland family, or is Ursula a student who requires special attention?"
Noticing Lanci's gaze, Nyla asked.
"I owe her a favor."
Lanci nodded, his eyes never leaving Ursula.
"To be able to owe someone a favor, it must be of considerable value, considering how many dignitaries here wish to simply earn your favor."
Nyla was surprised and put her hand in front of her mouth.
"Miss Nyla, you're exaggerating, as if showing off that you're my friend; I can't bear that."
Lanci shook his head, causing Nyla to let out a slight laugh.
His attention remained on Ursula and Elsa as he walked towards their direction.
At that moment, Ursula was gazing distantly at her brother, her expression complex.
The basic layer of the banquet pavilion.
Ursula was caught in a dilemma, seemingly hesitating about whether to avoid her brother.
She couldn't understand whether she genuinely didn't want to see him today or secretly hoped to see him.
