NOVPUBIt’s just a work contract that’s fine, but if she saw members of the Demon Race being slaves to humans, she would feel somewhat uncomfortable. 𝔫𝖔𝔳𝖕𝖚𝔟.𝔠𝔬𝖒
But there was nothing to complain about, for those from the Demon Race who signed slave contracts were either atoning for their sins or had sold their time and labor for a large sum of money due to some reason.
In the Poseen Kingdom, most aspects of contracts are quite just.
The signal light changed, and the two of them, along with Little Black Cat, walked forward.
"What’s the matter? Tata, do you want me to help you win a championship too? Like Duke Migaya?"
Lanci seemed to have read her mind and looked at her with some interest, smiling.
Although their basic objectives were different, Miss Witch enjoyed the excitement, while Talia favored giving freedom to the Demon Race, as long as the goal was achieved, any high-profile Demon Race with potential could be released. No matter how much it cost, there would always be nobles willing to redeem a champion and sign a more equitable commercial contract.
"I am not the kind of woman who needs a man to woo her. No matter how you try to please me, I won’t smile at you more."
Talia stared at him, responding in a calm and slightly indifferent manner.
On one hand, it was being realistic.
On the other hand, she couldn’t stand seeing Lanci testing her with his teasy demeanor.
"True, I remember you seemed quite happy when I fed you, but you still didn’t smile..."
Lanci shook his head and said.
He didn’t dare to say more because Tata was already looking at him.
"I’m really curious about something."
Talia’s brows knitted slightly as she looked at him for a while before finally speaking.
This time, she wasn’t angry.
She didn’t want to argue with him.
She had just suddenly become truly curious.
"Go ahead,"
Lanci replied with a sigh of relief.
"Why didn’t you brazenly provoke me the first time we met?"
Talia’s gaze was fixed on him, as if this question had troubled her quite a few times recently,
"I feel like with your personality, you should have said some unbearable things right from that time, but instead, you acted as if you had anticipated my dangerousness and changed your approach to slowly get to know me."
As she finished speaking, her eyes still lingered on Lanci’s face.
"Meow."
Cat Boss was also curious.
Having followed Lanci for so long, it had noticed that Lanci’s death-seeking personality made alcohol to him like poison, yet he was addicted to it.
And Talia was a similar kind of substance for Lanci, making him delirious, dangerous, and addictive. He obviously couldn’t resist her.
It was difficult to say whether Talia cured him of his alcohol addiction or if he had made her his new alcohol and a necessity for living.
"Maybe it’s because I happened to enter the Temple of the Goddess of Destiny that day, and the Goddess of Destiny made me dream a premonition of how I should approach you?"
Lanci reminisced for a moment, then candidly met her gaze.
Hans said that whenever he blacked out from drinking with no memory left, he stumbled into the Church of the Goddess of Destiny in Nanwantina the day before meeting Tata, even accidentally knocking a gem off the statue of the Goddess, causing quite some trouble for the priests.
Fortunately, the pure and benevolent priests didn’t take his mistake to heart, calling it a kind of fate.
The divinity of the Goddess of Destiny the priests believed in lies in the fact that as long as the children of mankind pray to her, she has the power to slightly interfere with destiny, and the more devout and long-lasting the prayers, the more their voices reach her. One must not speak carelessly of every divine oath, whether these deities still exist or whether they can interfere with the world, as it may result in karma.
Therefore, legend has it that there is a kind of talisman called the Rebirth Jewel.
It could be any stone associated with the Church of the Goddess of Destiny; as long as it serves as a medium, the gods could weakly interfere with the world from a conceptual side.
And the Rebirth Jewel is a gift for the ones with fate. If you pray sincerely to the Goddess of Destiny, she might let you experience a beautiful dream, which could be random or a memory from a past life.
However, such things are ultimately mystical and unprovable, so they are more often regarded as legends and fairy tales.
According to Hyperion’s belief.
She thought that in her past life, she was Miss Witch, and Lanci’s past life was the Son of the Sun. Of course, they might have also reincarnated to other worlds to experience a strange interim world before that; everything was a blessing from the Goddess of Destiny.
So.
It could have been that inadvertent touch of the Goddess’s sacred stone in the Church of the Goddess of Destiny that gave him many revelations from the Goddess of Destiny, conveying information that could change the future.
Of course, what all of this really meant didn’t matter to someone who didn’t believe in reincarnation like him.
He just thought of the Son of the Sun as a flower similar to him from tens of thousands of years ago, with whom he had no direct connection. Miss Witch and Hyperion were the same.
The essence of reincarnation is the repetition of history, through constant obliteration and rebirth of the world.
After the long passage of time, similar people and stories will always appear.
Belief creates reality; disbelief negates it.
What you believe—it becomes just that.
"..."
Talia was silent for a long time after hearing these words.
"So that’s how it is... No wonder you could foretell the disappearance of Duke Migaya like a prophet."
As she listened to Lanci’s thoughts, she mused to herself.
Hyperion and Lanci had already shared intelligence about Duke Migaya and the Blood Clan with her.
She was certain that Lanci hadn’t lied to them.
But she had not delved into Lanci’s secrets.
