NOVPUBIt continued speaking.
The carcass of an Eighth-order Strongman is easy to covet.
Aside from being used as high-grade material for some very heretical magic devices, it can also be turned into puppets or used for biological experiments. People like the Archbishop of Decay might set their sights on the deceased’s remains, and cremating them right away is the best choice.
"I see."
Lanci said to himself, gazing out of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel.
Inside the Platinum Sen Palace Mental Hotel in the bustling District 2 of North Shore,
one has an unobstructed view of everything: the hillside highlands, the Selina River, the floral sea park, the streets, the Temple, the squares.
In these past couple of days, Huadu’s repair work seemed to proceed quite swiftly, as there were hardly any traces of ruin left to be seen.
The Poseen Kingdom is renowned for its highly developed Magical Engineering in the eastern region, and with Huadu’s maximum human and material resources, it’s likely that it will be almost completely restored in a short time.
"Today, many famous attractions have hardly any visitors. If you go, it might just be a world for two, meow, perfect for dating."
Cat Boss, like Lanci, looked out the window and said.
"Who would I date? Cat Boss, do you want to go on a date with me?"
Lanci asked, stroking Little Black Cat with one hand and laughing with interest.
"With Tata!"
Cat Boss paid no mind to Lanci’s joking and stated.
Although Tata had just sat there for such a long time, Lanci only calmly ate breakfast without a trace of disturbance, acting just like Tata!
"But I have to work and she’s already arranged to meet with Rosalinda. Besides, a date between the two of us would be pointless."
Lanci took a bite of the apple that Talia had left, speaking with unruffled serenity.
"And yet, that day she held you, you slept so peacefully in her embrace."
Cat Boss, agitated, stood up and added another line.
"Pfft."
Lanci almost choked, hastily grabbing a glass of water and gulping down several mouthfuls.
"Lanci, admit it, her embrace gave you a sense of security, didn’t it? You do care about her warmth, right?"
Cat Boss leaned in closer, staring at Lanci’s cheek and asked.
"No, impossible!"
Lanci gave Cat Boss a glare, then started eating his apple with his head down, failing to maintain his former grace. He finished it quickly and then stood up, washed his hands, threw on his coat, and prepared to leave.
"Lanci, meow, I didn’t hit the nail on the head, did I?"
Cat Boss followed, stepping lightly.
It felt that Lanci’s behavior was very much like how it was when Cat Boss first met him, even more immature than that.
"I would’ve never thought someone like you, looking like an old man, could also show such human-like expressions."
One man and one cat walked out from the entrance, strolling along the hotel’s sixth-floor corridor.
Having spent so much time with Lanci, Cat Boss had gradually started to see him as an Old Man, but now realized that he was actually quite young.
Lanci stopped and turned around.
He crouched down to pick it up.
"Cat Boss, using the word Old Man in this context is not really appropriate or accurate,"
Lanci said, looking earnestly at Cat Boss as he explained.
He thought Cat Boss was contemplating something exceptionally impolite.
"Meow, isn’t Old Man a compliment?"
Cat Boss replied with widened eyes, surprised.
"..."
Lanci found it hard to explain and chose to keep silent, letting Cat Boss deduce on its own.
"So, Lanci, was I right? You care about Tata now, really care about her."
Cat Boss asked innocently, returning to the previous question.
"She comforts me, caring about that sort of thing, it’s just not true. I was just too tired then."
Lanci looked up and took a deep breath, seemingly exasperated.
He gazed at Cat Boss and revealed a hundred percent smile, calmly and collectedly denying it.
