Chapter 42 The Shura Field’s Apex Predator

In the third-floor atrium, the wood and stone, imbued with a natural vitality, intertwined and complemented the surrounding dark furniture, creating a quiet and elegant atmosphere.

In the meeting area on one side of the hall, a luxurious set of sofas and a low coffee table, accompanied by the soft light of several floor lamps, made time seem to slow down, filled with an indescribable sense of harmony.

At this moment, the three guests sitting on the sofa were all descendants of the great dignitaries of the Hutton Kingdom.

They waited quietly, like the most distinguished guests in the high-rise boxes of a concert hall, possessing an extraordinary aura even as they merely sat there.

"Your Highness Prince Einold, Miss Hyperion, Miss Sophia, so you are the friends that Mr. Lancy has been thinking about."

Lawrence bowed politely.

Obviously, Lawrence recognized Prince Einold as a frequent visitor and also knew the daughter of Duke Micahya.

Lawrence was not surprised that Lancy knew these noble students from Iklite Academy.

However.

Lawrence couldn't help but sense something unusual in the atmosphere.

Prince Einold, his expression was excited, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

And Hyperion, sitting on the single sofa on the left, kept her head down, staring nervously at the tips of her shoes.

Miss Sophia, the Countess, seemed to be lost in a dream, still dazed.

The three people did not seem to be on the same wavelength.

At this time, only Hyperion was truly aware.

Realizing that Lancy had finally arrived, she looked up at Lancy, knowing that no questions could be asked next; she just needed to take Lancy away from this place as soon as possible!

But.

Before Hyperion could act, Prince Einold eagerly stood up from the sofa, strode over, gave Lancy a big hug, and grabbed Lancy's shoulders, asking urgently:

"My dear friend! What level were you rated?"

Lancy didn't even have a chance to speak.

The vice president, Lawrence, beside him, was already beaming and said to Einold:

"Your Highness, you truly have a discerning eye and cultivate good relationships. Our Hutton Kingdom is about to add another platinum-level card maker."

"..."

Instantly, Hyperion's face turned pale.

If Lancy had been graded silver today, it wouldn't have been a big deal; Sophia would at most be slightly embarrassed.

If it was gold, Hyperion would have been very happy and would have tried to comfort Sophia, and the problem wouldn't have been so serious.

But now.

Platinum level.

Friend, this was a dead end.

Sophia felt like she was being roasted on fire, and Hyperion felt powerless to help.

"Platinum level..."

After hearing Lawrence's words, Sophia stared blankly at Lancy.

The boy who seemed to have just been sitting across from her this morning seemed to have become infinitely distant in an instant, even his shadow stretched very long by the light of the floor lamp.

At this moment, Sophia recalled the sentence she said in front of Einold, "I'm 17 years old and already a silver-level card maker, what about you?", and only felt her cheeks were gradually and uncontrollably burning.

Standing there now was a 16-year-old platinum-level card maker, beyond her reach.

Sophia's shoulders trembled slightly, and a mist had risen in her reddened eyes.

At this moment, she only felt that the words she had said in the morning had become like a curse, echoing in her ears again and again, making her panic and unable to escape.

She desperately wanted to find a hole to burrow into, to escape everything in front of her.

"So, Sophia, my father said that card making is three points skill, seven points performance, and the remaining ninety points depends on the mood of the goddess..."

Hyperion looked at Sophia, feeling extremely anxious, and tentatively raised her hand, trying to touch Sophia, but she was afraid that she would break if she touched her, and she dared not touch her arm for a long time.

"Orange epic... can't be made by luck and performance..."

Sophia's voice trembled, as if her tears would spill out of her eyes at any moment and slide down.

She herself knew even more clearly that if her strength was not enough, even if all other factors were maximized, it was impossible to make a card of this level.

In other words, Einold's vision was actually right, and she was far inferior to the boy he favored.

She also clearly realized that in painting, her level was like a baby compared to Lancy.

"..."

Hyperion felt that Sophia's eyes could no longer hold back her tears and dared not stimulate her any further.

"Hyperion, did you... did you know about his card making and painting skills long ago?"

Sophia finally seemed to understand why Hyperion had been so uneasy all along.

"No, Sophia, I really didn't know he could be so outrageous..."

Hyperion said timidly.

This made Sophia tremble even more violently.

Sophia wanted to hold back her tears, but the shame in her heart that was about to kill her was indescribable, because she had said those words in front of Einold, and she couldn't take them back.

Her cheeks became even redder, and tears fell like broken beads, non-stop.

Finally, Sophia finally looked directly at Lancy.

Lancy's expression was still so gentle, with a hint of worry, as if he didn't have any bad intentions in his heart.

Such pity was more hurtful than mockery.

"Waaaaah..."

Sophia stood up from the sofa and ran away, crying uncontrollably.

Einold looked bewildered, looked at Lancy in front of him, and then looked at Sophia's receding figure.

"Mr. Lancy, congratulations, I..."

Einold's brain short-circuited and he didn't know what to do, so he could only hesitate to congratulate Lancy first.

"What are you congratulating me for? Hurry up and run over to catch up with her!"

Lancy patted Einold several times in a row.

"Oh, oh!"

Prince Einold reacted and quickly agreed, chasing in the direction that Sophia ran away.

Just like that, in a situation where Vice President Lawrence had no idea what was going on.

Hyperion covered her eyes with her hands and lowered her head, feeling that the goddess was watching them both at this moment.

Lancy breathed a sigh of relief, returned to Hyperion, and looked at her with a relieved yet helpless smile:

"Hyperion, Sophia should never cast troubling glances at you again in the future."

Hyperion was shocked when she heard this and began to recall every scene from when she arrived at the Card Makers Association this morning.

"You... you wouldn't have been deliberately making trouble to protect me, would you?"

She asked in a trembling voice.

"Eh? What I meant was that Sophia and Einold conveyed their feelings to each other, so naturally they won't misunderstand others in the future."

Lancy said, as if he was worried that he had done something bad with good intentions.

"...?"

Hyperion was stunned for a long time after hearing Lancy's voice.

She couldn't figure out if Lancy was a black player, a white player, a fun player, or a troll.

If Lancy was currently reverse trolling, he had already trolled her to numbness.

She couldn't help but move her hand away and open her eyes to look at Lancy's expression.

His emerald green pupils were still as gentle and clear as ever, and his expression was a bit naturally confused.

Hyperion felt a chill all over her body.

If Lancy was secretly smirking, she would really feel better.

But now, just looking at Lancy's silly and pure expression, she felt like she had eaten a matcha cookie!

"Lancy, it's a good thing you're not a girl, otherwise it would be really scary..."

Hyperion couldn't tell at all whether Lancy was natural or a green tea master.

No wonder this guy had no fear of shura fields.

So he himself was at the top of the food chain! !

(End of this chapter)