NOVEL Don't confiscate my identity as a human race Chapter 904 - 707: Lanci, the Chosen Empire Person_2

Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 904 - 707: Lanci, the Chosen Empire Person_2
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The broadcast’s sound was slightly distorted, but it still appeared calm, ensuring the passengers’ tranquility.

As soon as the voice ceased, the previously peaceful train suddenly became agitated.

Before long, one could faintly hear the footsteps and whispered conversations in the corridor, evidently unsettling the passengers with this sudden news.

Lanci’s heart was suddenly filled again with Talia’s voice.

"Lanci, why don’t we escape? Your identity might have already been exposed, and heading to Brilda would be extremely dangerous."

Talia didn’t know what was going on, but she was ready to fight alongside Lanci at any moment.

The information in the broadcast probably referred to Lanci as the internal traitor.

At this distance, it seemed possible to escape; at least the War God wouldn’t deploy easily to leave the capital Brilda and capture criminals in the remote mountains.

"Extreme danger elements—that obviously isn’t referring to me. I am not extreme or dangerous at all."

Lanci argued with confidence.

"..."

Talia didn’t know how to continue the conversation with Lanci.

She felt Lausang would probably agree with Lanci’s words.

But she also felt that Lanci’s actions had been cautious throughout the journey, with no apparent reason for exposure.

Lanci’s only contact in the Empire was Nigel, and since coming to the Empire, he hadn’t even met with other Poson intelligence personnel.

"I will continue to act as an Empire Person, doing what needs to be done."

Lanci signaled to Talia to be at ease, reassuring her.

Before the dust settled, always maintaining one’s identity and acting, if it was a psychological warfare, was to gamble all the way, never to disrupt oneself first—this was Lanci’s principle.

Once himself actively shows a flaw, that would be the real exposure.

"I trust you."

Talia responded.

Lanci’s consciousness also returned from his mind to reality.

He saw the young man across, with black hair and blue eyes, frowning, a trace of solemnity in his gaze.

Landry subconsciously moved his hand closer to the inside of his coat, as if ready to deal with any potential danger.

"Are there many extreme danger elements around the capital Brilda?"

Lanci asked in a low voice.

He felt that the young man opposite seemed to understand the internal situation in Brilda better and might even have some clues.

"The Empire just recently declared war abroad, and it’s indeed at the eye of the storm. The Empire’s screening is very strict, and it’s absolutely unforgiving of internal issues."

Landry shook his head, his tone cautious.

Lanci nodded in agreement.

The contradiction between the Empire’s nobility and its people had been longstanding; although there was a delicate balance maintained on the surface, the competition had never ceased behind closed doors, even having triggered a large-scale civil strife years ago, leaving many historical issues.

If the Cerryti Empire declared war abroad, it would be an excellent opportunity for the insurgents to loot amidst chaos.

It was just unexpected that their reach had extended onto the civilian train.

Just then, a mass of noise suddenly erupted from outside the compartment.

Commands, warnings, sounds of fighting, all jumbled up, seemingly mingled with the roar of explosions, getting closer to carriage number four.

Following that, a piercing scream abruptly tore through the air, as if someone had suffered inhumane torments, but it quickly faded, seemingly gone forever.

Lanci and the black-haired, blue-eyed young man exchanged looks again, both of their eyes filled with shock and unease.

"Mr. Lovia, I need to go out and see what’s happening. At this moment, we can’t let those who want to harm the Empire wreak havoc."

The black-haired, blue-eyed young man gritted his teeth, his tone determined.

It seemed that he had long detested those who stirred upheaval.

"I’ll go out and check, you stay here and don’t move, take care of yourself."

After speaking, he transformed a rod that resembled a firearm from a Magic Card, and strode out of the compartment.

"Be careful, Mr. Landry!"

Lanci watched him leave the compartment, feeling vaguely worried.

With Mr. Landry’s Sixth-order Strength, he should withstand most of the adversity.

If not absolutely necessary, Lanci would not intervene, because the old man he was impersonating, Mr. Lovia, held a low rank and didn’t have much fighting ability.

Sure enough.

Not long after the black-haired, blue-eyed young man left, the whole train suddenly jolted as if it had hit something, even though it had already stopped.

At the same time, a deafening explosion erupted, instantly engulfing part of the carriage in flames!

The violent shaking nearly flung Lanci to the ground. His ears buzzed, and his vision was obscured by the blinding light of the fire and thick, rolling smoke.

At least a Sixth-order confrontation had occurred.

"Meow meow meow! Lanci, you vehicle murderer!"

Cat Boss shuddered from its hiding spot in the shadow.

It had had enough!

Traveling by boat with Lanci, they encountered a shipwreck.

Traveling by airship with Lanci, they encountered an air disaster.

Traveling by rail with Lanci, still an accident?

Lanci truly must have a vendetta against vehicles!

Wait, it seemed that every accident also involved it.

Could it also be a vehicle murderer?

Meow.

Cat Boss fell into thought.

Outside compartment 404, thick smoke billowed, seeping into the compartment through the door crack.

Lanci crawled and tumbled to the door, straining to open the compartment door but was forced back by the heat wave that hit him.

Thanks to Cat Boss’s Telekinesis magic, he was able to quickly open the compartment.

Once the smoke and dust somewhat cleared, he could finally see the wretched state inside the carriage.

The once elegant and tidy corridor was now a mess, with broken furniture strewn about, signs of charring everywhere, and snaking cracks, and the air was pervaded by a pungent burnt smell, making him cover his mouth.

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