NOVPUBLanci felt that now he and Talia might indeed have found the possibility of successful cooperation, only lacking the opportunity to practice again and reproduce it.
After Lanci had fallen asleep, they had not tried card making again.
They were about to leave Floral City Pariel.
If they couldn’t complete it as planned, then they would have to play it by ear.
But the journey to the Cerryti Empire was imminent, and they might really need the power of the Great Demon Clan member Calila.
Otherwise, infiltrating the most terrifying Cerryti Empire of the South Continent would inevitably be accompanied by great danger.
Talia didn’t have mass control magic, and without it, it wouldn’t be so easy for the two of them to escape when surrounded, while mass control was exactly what Calila was best at.
"What kind of Demon Race is Fallen Lord Calila, after all?"
Talia thought carefully; she had studied Calila’s Shadow Weave Record many times but had never seen Calila herself. Even Hyperion knew more about Calila than she did.
Hyperion’s favored Demon Race members all left a good impression on Talia.
So even though she had never met her, she still harbored good feelings toward Calila.
"Teacher Ta is actually quite gentle, it’s just that in her position, she sometimes has to show her severe side, so most of the time, in the eyes of the Demon Race, she is an absolute do-not-provoke member of the Great Demon Clan."
Lanci leaned back in his chair and recalled.
Calila had dedicated herself to the Demon Race, even leaving her power to later generations after her death; it was unknown what her story’s ending would be.
If a Ninth-order Demon Race member didn’t leave a mark in their lifetime, they could turn into a Great Demon Clan trial after death, providing more opportunities for future Demon Race members to earn a mark.
Originally, there were no members of the Great Demon Clan among the Demon Race. For the Demon Race, a member of the Great Demon Clan needed generations to build, representing a racial inheritance.
Although only a projection of the historical Calila appeared in the Shadow World, more like the nature of a Heroic Spirit, the personality she showed was indeed no different from the historical truth of Calila.
"What is your impression of her?"
Talia asked curiously.
Originally she thought that hearing Lanci speaking well of another woman would not stir any feelings in her, like when he had praised Xiu Bao before, she only listened with great happiness.
But at this moment, for some reason, she didn’t want Lanci to continue praising Calila.
"..."
"Beautiful, dignified, mature, useful."
Lanci pondered for a moment and answered.
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Talia clenched her fists, but in the end, she restrained herself from taking a swing at Lanci.
This guy dared to say anything in front of her!
Since when had her tolerance for him become so high?
"Isn’t she at least a thousand years old? Why don’t you think of her as aging?"
Talia still argued in this vein.
She really couldn’t accept it.
Why was it that she was only eight hundred years old, and Lanci kept worrying about her, yet Calila was over a thousand years old, and Lanci selectively ignored this?
"She doesn’t have the aged flavor you do; you are one of a kind."
Lanci turned to look at her and replied.
"..."
Talia didn’t know what to say.
If she listened only to the latter half of his statement, her heartbeat might have sped up a bit, or maybe it was what any girl would like to hear.
But considering the first half, her blood pressure was still rising.
She took a deep breath, then exhaled it.
His attitude was sincere yet fatal.
She knew how much she hated this man, but at this moment, she just wanted to continue their entangled relationship.
The rosy clouds gradually faded, and the sun ultimately sank completely below the horizon.
"Let’s go, let’s go make a wish at the statue."
Talia stood up, turned back to grab Lanci’s wrist, and pulled him up.
Before they officially started card making, they would definitely seek the Mental Series blessing from the Will and Love Statue of the God at the Temple of Love in Floral City Pariel.
"No matter what, listen to me when we make the card; I am your teacher, one of a kind."
She pointed at Lanci with her other hand, making a solemn declaration.
"Then from now on, please take good care of me, Teacher Tata."
Lanci’s tone became much clearer, and he said with a smile.
The sky transitioned from a beautiful orange-red to a profound indigo blue, and under this near-night sky, his face still wore a harmless smile.
This appellation seemed to make Talia feel a bit uncomfortable; she remembered that the first time Lanci had called her teacher, he had done so in the same way.
But this time, she didn’t respond by acquiescence.
"Let’s go."
She tugged at Lanci, heading towards the staircase of Montmartre Heights.
To make a wish at the Temple of Love, and then try out card making.
