"Right,"
Nigel nodded.
He felt that sothing in Floral City Pariel was about to reach a tipping point.
The process, hastened by Lanci and Tata’s unintentional interference, might trigger the final showdown in Huadu’s Demon Realm sooner than expected.
"Then we’ll go with you,"
Lanci responded decisively and plainly.
"Thank you."
Nigel hesitated for a mont, then thanked them both sincerely.
"We just finished work and wanted to visit Poseen’s Demon World for fun. We don’t have any friends familiar with that area, so you’ll be the perfect guide to show us the elite gatherings of Poseen’s Demon World,"
Lanci said with a laugh.
If the curse was left unchecked and continued to spread, it could eventually harm Hyperion and the others.
"Then let’s not delay, we’ll et outside the Sacred Silvervine Arena on Sunday evening."
Nigel did not deny that Lanci had called them friends and said goodbye to the two.
He checked his watch and realized it was getting late.
Lanci and Talia nodded, watching Nigel’s figure disappear down the stairs that led from the terrace to the interior of the shop.
Unnoticed, they had been talking for a long ti, and the night had completely enveloped Pariel.
The dim yellow lights of the terrace and the flickering candle fla on the table bathed the open-air café in a layer of dark gold.
Lanci’s gaze wandered beyond Talia’s shoulder, fixating on the river surface.
"Will we win on Sunday?"
Lanci asked softly, his tone filled with imrsion and sentint.
Sunday was not only his last official day of work, but also an important exam for Talia.
Only if Talia passed the test successfully could they joyfully travel to Poseen’s Demon World.
"..."
Talia didn’t want to entertain him.
Only Lanci would confidently give an affirmative answer to such questions.
He was just too overconfident, bound to crash soday.
"If you’re nicer to now, maybe I’ll be in a better mood when scoring your third round of the exam on Sunday."
Lanci’s smile shone like a sliver of light on a sumr night, always full of vitality as he spoke to her.
"You wouldn’t."
Talia retorted.
If Lanci truly let personal feelings influence his work, he wouldn’t have been so casual with Carlen in the first round.
She had been observing him and understood Lanci better over ti.
This man would never take you too seriously; every pore in his body was infused with a patronizing tolerance for worldly culture, a tolerance that would endlessly indulge you, making you feel vulgar and inferior, to the point where when you’re about to suffocate or go mad, the only thought in your head is to flee.
She was sure, Lanci had no thoughts of revenge against Carlen.
Talia initially didn’t want to get involved, knowing Carlen would learn the truth sooner or later, but Carlen had stepped over the line by targeting her, which changed the nature of things.
Moreover, she couldn’t stand seeing anyone bully Lanci.
"So you an you’re the only one who can bully ? Is that how domineering a princess you really are?"
It was as if Lanci had heard Talia’s inner thoughts and said in surprise.
"..."
Cat Boss, who saw Tata freeze, could probably guess what Tata was thinking just then, and what Lanci had read aloud.
It’s not like you, Teacher Da Lan, with your extensive knowledge of novels, are you really translating this?
Cat Boss knew Lanci was very understanding.
But sotis, he deliberately translated a girl’s thoughts.
It could make the girls feel very embarrassed.
This behavior was even worse than that of a clueless guy.
"You really carry yourself with ease when you’re on top, but the way you beg for rcy when you’re beneath is also truly ridiculous,"
Talia whispered into his ear, leaning in a bit closer.
Her voice, cold with a mix of scorn, was filled with mockery towards Lanci.
Followed by the sound of soft footsteps.
Nigel, who had just paid and was passing by the staircase, embarrassingly pretended not to have seen them and hurriedly walked out of the shop.
"No, no, Mr. Nigel, it’s not what you’re thinking!"
Lanci quickly called out to Nigel as he looked downstairs.
"I heard nothing, but oh, the Poseen Kingdom has a fireworks festival on the last day of August every year—it’s a perfect day for a date. It falls right after the Platinum Level Cardmaker exam, and I heard that the priests from the Temple of Love will dress up as ghosts that day. The more affectionate the couple, the more likely they will be chased and captured for public display."
Nigel turned back and shared this with them.
"We wouldn’t go on a date that day!"
Their expressions soured as they heard this and they both said in unison, looking downstairs.
Their relationship hadn’t progressed to the point of spending such a special day together!
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