NOVEL Don't confiscate my identity as a human race Chapter 252 - 240
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In the guest room of the ship’s cabin, Lanci sat alone by the bed.

"Hyperion, where are you?"

Feeling the slight sway of the ship, recalling his own drifting experiences over the past few days, Lanci couldn’t help but sigh heavily.

Originally, the journey of over a month with her had been quite enjoyable, but who would have thought that a magic storm suddenly covers the sky and obliterates everything, swallowing the ship they were on.

While Lanci was in a sighing mood, the shadow under his feet suddenly underwent wave-like changes, like a little black cat separating from a dark pool of water. It jumped deftly onto Lanci’s lap, gazing at him with its bright, night-sky-like cat eyes.

"Most likely the Dimensional Bishop and the Bishop of Destruction have started fighting on the other side of the sea, causing a reaction with the natural magic disaster over the sea, thereby affecting us, meow."

Said the cat boss.

It’s hard to describe whether this is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, because the Cardinal Bishops of the Rebirth Church have always been referred to as human-shaped disasters.

End up being affected because of inadequate strength and nowhere to complain.

No one dares to stop the Bishops’ fighting, going there with insufficient strength is equivalent to dying, and having enough strength to intervene would likely result in being besieged by two Bishops.

All the countries would love for both Cardinal Bishops to fight each other to a stalemate. They might as well just let them fight.

This resulted in a butterfly effect, affecting this side of the sea.

"Lanci, I told you that following me was the right decision, meow."

The cat boss looked self-satisfied, swishing his tail with pride.

It was him who, utilizing telekinesis magic, floated with Lanci on the sea for quite a while, until they finally found a sailing ship.

"I now acknowledge you as the strongest of the Seventh-order."

Lanci stroked the Little Black Cat’s head.

The cat boss, who was once regarded as the disgrace of the Seventh-order by everyone, surprisingly turned out to be so convenient for domestic travel. There couldn’t be a better Seventh-order lucky charm.

"Speaking of which, is Hyperion okay, meow?"

The cat boss bumped Lanci’s palm with concern.

"She’s too far away for me to establish clear mental communication with the Great Love Poet. But from the last emotions the Great Love Poet tried to convey, it seems their situation should be better than ours."

Lanci closed his eyes, seemingly sensing something in his heart for a while, then finally shook his head, humming.

When the ship crashed, he and Hyperion were both swept away by the topsy-turvy tsunami.

Not only have they both strayed from the normal voyage route, but they probably are getting farther apart as well.

However, fortunately during the journey, every night, the Great Love Poet and Hyperion slept in the same room, and the[Great Love Poet] was always kept with Hyperion.

As long as Hyperion summoned the [Great Love Poet], Lanci could sense her general direction.

"Lanci, pull yourself together, we need to try our best to find Hyperion, meow."

The cat boss raised his paw and patted Lanci to cheer him up.

Though Lanci kept insisting there was no need to worry about Hyperion, the cat boss felt that Lanci would be somewhat incomplete without Hyperion. He hoped that Lanci would adjust quickly.

At this, Lanci nodded seriously.

"Now that it is already so, I can only try to establish a foothold in the Protoss Empire and then find Hyperion to complete the research task together. It seems this vacation will be quite fulfilling."

Lanci espoused an optimistic view. Sometimes the road hasn’t reached the end, it’s just time to turn. The road lies at our feet and in our hearts. As our hearts turn, so does the path. The wisdom of life teaches us how to turn because setbacks often lead to turning points and crisis is also an opportunity.

The change caused by this maritime disaster is nothing more than the need to struggle a bit before reuniting with Hyperion to create a good environment and capital for her trip.

"...Meow."

The cat boss was stunned for a moment.

It felt that at this moment, Lanci, like a normal teenager, showing a bit of sentimentality would be more reassuring.

It seemed that what Hyperion feared most was Lanci’s sudden surge of ambition.

She even asked the cat boss to keep an eye on him since there could be things that, being of different genders, she could not supervise him against, and she hoped the cat boss would not let him act recklessly.

However, it always overhears Hyperion and Tata talking during the day.

Never having personally witnessed Lanci’s ability to rapidly evolve in a new environment.

Always felt that Hyperion and Tata were exaggerating the truth. How could such supernatural matters exist? If he had such abilities, wouldn’t he have long become the principal of Ichrite Academy?

"Then Lanci, you keep pushing on, meow. I hope that following you, I can have a better life."

The Cat boss nodded seriously.

It was curious to see what kind of ambition Lanci had.

"Don’t worry, I won’t let you suffer at all."

Lanci gently petted the cat, promising with a smile.

...

Early the next morning.

The boundless sea, its surface speckled with flickering light.

Viscount Francis stood on the deck, gazing thoughtfully at the ocean.

He silently pulled a cigarette box from his pocket and placed a cigarette between his lips. His secretary quickly stepped half a step closer, one hand shielding from the wind while the other lit the noble’s cigarette.

"By tonight, we should arrive at Lilom City, right?"

Coming back to his senses, Viscount Francis turned his head to speak to his secretary.

"Yes, sir."

The secretary responded, bowing his head respectfully.

Viscount Francis remained by the deck railing, allowing the sea breeze to blow over him, after hearing his secretary’s response. n𝚘𝚟𝚙u𝚋.co𝚖

Upon his return, there would be a multitude of tasks waiting for him, along with the troublesome nobles in the city-state whom he had to deal with. Just thinking about it was exhausting. The fact that he could even have the leisure to light up a cigarette at that moment felt like a rarity.

A few minutes passed.

Viscount Francis, who had been standing by the railing, was ready to return to his cabin to work when he saw a sailor jump down from the lookout tower.

"Lord Francis, over there."

As the sailor spoke, Viscount Francis raised the telescope handed to him and looked in the direction the sailor was pointing.

In the distance, the vague silhouette of a merchant ship appeared.

Soon after.

The image of the ship gradually attracted the crew’s attention. It was a small merchant ship departing from Lilom City.

Faced with the inevitable crossing of the two ships, Francis’s ship changed course without hesitation to avoid a possible collision.

However, the small merchant ship also adjusted its direction immediately, as if it was deliberately trying to reach them.

Looking at the hand signals made by the silhouette on the bow of the ship, it seemed that they were asking for help.

It was normal for a ship to encounter problems after a storm had just passed by the previous day.

But Viscount Francis frowned.

"Aren’t they going too fast?"

Viscount Francis muttered to himself.

Under normal circumstances, only a ship without any cargo could attain such a speed.

Conversely, at this distance, their large ship, loaded with goods, could hardly evade or stay away from the smaller one.

"Have everyone on alert and find out what their intentions are."

Viscount Francis immediately ordered.

Usually, in the coastal waters near the Protoss Empire, no one dared to conspire. Any pirates would be exterminated by the Imperial Army sent by the province immediately.

Not long after, the two ships gradually shortened their distance and finally stopped side by side.

Viscount Francis and his crew did not set up a temporary gangway on their deck.

However.

Just then, a group of silver-robe men surged from the small merchant ship, like unstoppable cannonballs, they leapt onto the merchant ship!

"It’s the Resurrection Believers!"

"Commence the battle!"

Suddenly, a melee broke out on the deck!

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