NOVPUBOn the contrary, humans are more likely to attract the attention of the Demon Race.
This is District 7 of Pariel, and behind them, a huge copper mechanical clock tower stood tall in the night sky, with each toll of the bell seemingly reminding them that this is a jurisdiction different from their original world.
"When we return to the base of this clock tower later, we’ll be able to cross the barrier and go through the checkpoint back to District 6 of Pariel."
Lanci explained to Christina.
At this moment, she seemed somewhat distracted, her attention fully consumed by the nearby Demon World of Poseen she had never visited since childhood.
"Quick, take me to see the Demon World of Poseen."
After glancing at the time on the clock tower, Christina hurriedly said to Lanci.
The butler’s working hours weren’t much longer, and he was probably going to leave after showing her around for at most another hour.
"Mm."
Lanci nodded, gesturing for her to walk towards the brightly lit commercial area ahead,
"The District 7 we are in now is considered to have poorer public security, with accidents happening frequently, whereas the Districts 9 and 10, governed by eighth-order Lords, have the best security."
He reminded Christina.
Floral City Pariel’s Districts 7, 8, 9, and 10 each fall under a Demon Race lord’s jurisdiction.
Two are seventh-order Demon Race members, and two are eighth-order.
"Oh oh."
After listening, Christina nodded cautiously and followed the butler.
When the Poseen Kingdom signed the Acceptance Treaty with the Demon Race a hundred years ago, The Senate of the Poseen Kingdom gave great respect to the Demon Race by not interfering with their culture within the territories allocated to them, nor requiring them to adhere to human social order.
Therefore, there might be a big difference between District 6 and District 7, and once one enters the Demon World of Poseen, it is no longer safe.
But she felt that this division was actually good for both sides.
One could choose which lifestyle they wanted to follow and adhere to the corresponding rules.
Under the butler’s guidance, Christina weaved through the streets filled with the Demon World’s style and wonders.
In the skyline of Pariel’s District 7, glowing skyscrapers, churches, and interdimensional floating courtyards stretched together, and the night sky was not just dark blue, but occasionally displayed a faint golden glow, as if reflecting the city’s mirror.
It was said that there is a city named Herram in the Northern Continent, which retains many ruins with characteristics of the Demon World, somewhat similar to the Demon World of Poseen in certain corners.
They were currently on a street named Illusion Avenue.
The night sky of the Demon World of Poseen was exceptionally beautiful due to supernatural phenomena caused by space magic barriers, and Illusion Avenue was the best place to view such a night sky.
And in District 7, a famous Illusion Night Market was nearby.
She had only walked a short distance and had already bought many snacks, some of which she shared with the butler Rocky.
For instance, "Star Candy," which was said to contain trace amounts of star magic power, upon consumption would allow one to briefly experience the wonderful feeling of floating in the night sky, and there was "Ghost Bread," made from a transparent wheat unique to the Demon World of Poseen, which tasted like a mix of clouds and cotton candy.
Contrary to Christina’s expectations, Rocky accepted them all without any refusal of her offer.
Before they realized it, more than half an hour had passed.
As time was running short, Christina felt somewhat reluctant to end her novel adventure in the Demon World of Poseen.
From time to time, she would look up at the deep blue mirror-like night sky, then turn back to gaze at the mechanical clock tower.
And Rocky, the butler at her side, also seemed to be gazing at the streets around them.
"What are you looking at?"
Christina asked.
"I’ve heard that here on Illusion Avenue in the Demon World of Poseen, there is a small chance of encountering a magical dessert cart at night, operated by a Demon Race pastry chef. The ice cream sold there can make one feel extremely happy in an instant and briefly boost one’s attributes, but there is only a very small chance of encountering the magical dessert cart."
Lanci explained, looking towards the road as he spoke to Christina.
"That’s all down to luck then."
Christina said nonchalantly with a wave of her hand.
What made her most uncomfortable about Rocky was that he seemed to have a great appetite and was particularly keen on food, yet Christina did not think of him as someone greedy for food; in fact, she had never seen Rocky eat anything.
As long as he didn’t eat children, it was all good.
No disappearances had occurred recently near Count Bathist’s estate.
"Are you perhaps thinking about something quite impolite... "
Lanci looked at her questioningly.
He was beginning to think that he really might have to understand Talia better.
Such a disrespectful employer.
Questioning Tata, understanding Tata, becoming Tata.
It seemed like he really had walked the same path as Talia.
The two of them strolled under the night sky of the Demon World of Poseen, chatting.
They weren’t particularly attached to this novel realm.
After all, their itinerary was well-planned, and they had agreed to return on time.
"Wait, miss, did you hear some noise in the distance, like a commotion?"
Lanci squinted his eyes and began to slow his pace.
"Did I?"
Christina stopped and looked at him.
She had heard about the characteristics of the Demon World of Poseen; bank robberies, chain car accidents, and large-scale incidents were common occurrences in District 7.
Boom!!
Suddenly, at a moment when they were enjoying the tranquility and beauty of the magical night, the sound of glass shattering from a distant building shattered the calm of Pariel’s District 7.
Then a cacophony emerged, mixed with chaos, sometimes intermittent, sometimes loud and intense.
The two looked toward the source of the sound and saw many residents rushing from a distant street with panic-stricken faces, seemingly avoiding a dangerous area.
