Chapter 749 Lanqi Doesn't Want to See a Play

The ticking of the pendulum clock was especially clear in the quiet space, each mesh of the mechanical gears coordinating with the pace of time.

The candlelight on the long table flickered gently, the flames dimming and brightening, casting constantly changing shadows on the silver-white stone carvings on the walls.

The conversation between Iphathia and Talia and Lanqi was sometimes light, sometimes serious.

"How strong are you now?"

Lanqi asked Iphathia.

Before leaving this underground palace, he wanted to figure out this question.

Most of the time, inquiring about the true strength of some top powerhouses is impolite, like suddenly asking an unmarried woman's age, involving the other party's privacy. But now, they and Iphathia are teammates who will entrust their lives to each other, so it is necessary to understand each other clearly.

Talia just glanced at Lanqi without commenting on the quality of his analogy.

She used to think it was a bit abnormal that Lanqi thought about her a hundred times a day, but now she's let it go.

"I don't know how to describe it. I only started practicing seriously for the past year or so. There should be several tiers within the eighth rank. A century has passed, and I'm not sure if I have a chance against the demon generals of that time. But if I use a modern reference for a real comparison, I almost couldn't escape the first time I faced a bloodkin Marquis. The second time I faced one, I could barely touch him, but I still couldn't win..."

Iphathia lowered her eyelashes, her voice getting lower and lower, seeming a little frustrated at the thought of the formidable enemy.

If she were as strong as the ninth-rank general of the demon world back then, let alone one bloodkin Marquis, she could beat two of them to a pulp.

She hated herself for having wasted too much time. When she really needed strength, she only felt that there wasn't enough time.

Lanqi stared into Talia's eyes, sharing his thoughts with Talia efficiently, and roughly analyzed Iphathia's strength.

It seemed she was at the level of a quasi-bishop. According to the level conversion method, she might be around level 85 or 86, stronger than Pearlman, but not as good as the ten standard supreme cardinal bishops of the Rebirth Church.

"That's not right, Mei."

Talia suddenly realized, looked away from Lanqi's eyes, and stared at Iphathia in astonishment.

She thought, according to Lanqi's level theory, she had advanced from level 81 to level 82 in a century, and Lanqi only barely had a three-minute level 84 with specialized equipment.

Her sister had only worked hard for a little over a year and soared from level 80 to level 85 or 86?!

"Ah, after years of hard work, I found the formula for that Divine Curse Potential Potion, successfully made it, and took it. My lifespan is now similar to that of humans, but my cultivation speed has obviously become much faster."

Iphathia calculated with her fingers.

But if she hadn't slacked off, she would have been able to reach the limit of the eighth rank if she had worked hard during this century, even without this kind of potential potion.

If the demon kingdom was still there, she could have obtained the power of faith and easily reached the ninth rank.

In fact, in her opinion, the ninth rank wasn't that difficult, she just wasn't interested before.

She also didn't quite understand why everyone thought that the eighth and ninth ranks were as difficult as ascending to heaven.

"..."

Talia witnessed Iphathia's nonchalant expression and was surprised to be able to understand her sister's thoughts.

She felt the cruel gap in talent for the first time.

She was once revered by the demons as the perfect princess and praised for her talent. In reality, compared to her sister, she was like a joke.

It was all thanks to her sister's slacking off all those years that saved her life.

Lanqi tried his best to control his face, but couldn't help but admire Talia's expression at this moment.

In the Boesen Kingdom, Talia得意de和Lanqi吹嘘 (was proud of telling Lanqi), that she was definitely not the weakest of the old-era great demons. Now it seemed that she had really become the bottom one.

"Laugh if you want..."

Talia felt Lanqi's gaze, her eyes reddened, and tears fell uncontrollably.

"Wait, are you really crying?"

Seeing Talia really crying, Lanqi became flustered and hurriedly approached to observe her tear-streaked cheeks.

He hadn't expected that the cold and aloof teacher would become so fragile after coming to this underground palace, with human emotions rising and falling at every turn.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, Tata, don't cry."

Lanqi took out a handkerchief and gently touched the fair skin around Talia's eyes, apologizing to her.

He thought about it. Although Talia had a strong sense of self-esteem, her heart was also very strong.

She had experienced all kinds of predicaments, and her mentality was better than anyone else's. This setback could not defeat her.

Perhaps what she was really sad about was the fact that her sister had drunk that life-shortening potion.

This kind of potion was undoubtedly poison to the long-lived demons. Understanding it from a human perspective, it was probably shortening one's lifespan to only one or two years, and one would soon die of natural causes. It was sacrificing one's life course in exchange for strength.

Talia didn't want her sister to die in a few decades.

"Tata, are you thinking that Iphathia will soon be separated from you again?"

Lanqi's voice softened a lot as he asked next to Talia.

"Wuwu..."

Talia cried even more sadly when she heard Lanqi's words.

"Think on the bright side, Tata. I can only live for less than a century. I'll be gone in a few decades too. Then there will be no one to make you angry."

Lanqi was patient like coaxing a child, trying to make her happy.

"..."

Talia's crying stopped. She put down her hand wiping away tears and stared blankly at Lanqi.

Lanqi could only live for a few decades.

Why had she never thought about this question?

But now, hearing Lanqi's comfort, she couldn't be happy at all.

She only felt lost in her heart.

"It's okay, Sister. It's good to be like humans. I originally looked for it for the side effects of this kind of potion."

Iphathia seemed to have discovered why her sister was sad and said with a natural smile.

"..."

"Iphathia...you silly sister..."

Talia pursed her lips and shook her head.

If it were her, she would definitely choose to transform Lanqi into a familiar, always carry him with her, and enjoy an almost eternal life with her.

"..."

Lanqi smiled helplessly when he heard Talia's thoughts.

Talia might understand some humans now, but she didn't fully understand.

"Talia, everything has natural laws. Changing them at will may not be a blessing, but a punishment."

He told Talia.

"I don't understand, I don't understand."

Talia shook her head, resisting Lanqi's unreasonable words.

She was Lanqi's teacher and should be the one to teach Lanqi, not the other way around.

"Sigh, Sister is still a more traditional demon."

Seeing that Talia was no longer crying and Lanqi was still comforting Talia, Iphathia gave up getting up to comfort her sister.

She was relieved that there was a good man by her sister's side.

She quietly propped her cheeks and waited with the little black cat for Lanqi to help Talia wipe away her tears until Talia's former exquisite beauty was restored.

"Alright, Iphathia, we should be leaving soon."

Lanqi looked at the grandfather clock in the Silver Palace and said to Iphathia across the table.

He had originally rested by the lake this afternoon, so the work he had planned was postponed to the evening. Because of Elsa's matter, he suddenly ran out of the Saint Creatidi Monastery. When he got home, he had to make up for his work, otherwise, he could only push it back to tomorrow.

The injured Iphathia also needed a long rest every day.

Although chatting here was very pleasant, the main things had been discussed, and they couldn't just stay here forever.

"Mmm—"

Iphathia looked at them reluctantly, lying on the table with her mouth pouting.

Lanqi and Talia looked at her and smiled helplessly.

They believed that if Iphathia could leave this hidden underground space, she would follow them.

"Iphathia, we'll come see you again next time."

Lanqi persuaded.

"When?"

Iphathia asked immediately.

"About once a week, at least?"

Lanqi said uncertainly.

In the empire, he, Professor Landry, was currently receiving a lot of attention from all sides. If he had too much contact with the Builderda Mafia, it might be a bit unreasonable and cause unnecessary suspicion.

"Then I'll wait for you!"

Iphathia immediately cheered up and raised her hands happily.

She stood up and handed the little black cat back to the two of them, and then she led them out the door.

"Who built this place?"

Talia looked back at the space enchantment, she wanted to praise the skill of the craftsmen, she didn't expect that in this day and age there were still demon craftsmen who could create such an independent space.

The glory of the dome gradually changed with the passage of time, and the golden and blue light and shadow flowed back and forth on the crystal ornaments, like the stars in the universe.

Lanqi also slowed down and looked at Iphathia.

In fact, he was very concerned about this issue.

He originally planned to ask Barton, the hardworking leader of the Mafia, after going out, because this project was obviously not something that Iphathia, who liked to save trouble, could lead well.

"It was built by Barton's acquaintance. Have you heard of Abigail, the Imperial Royal Craftsman?"

Iphathia replied.

She was very enthusiastic about answering their questions.

"I've heard of her."

Lanqi thought for a moment and told her.

Abigail, who was said to be one of the most watched demon craftsmen in the empire, was known as the imperial magic engineering talent. However, because her mind was not on magical engineering and she hated military industry very much, she rejected all conscription from the imperial military.

"She is a demon craftsman with space attribute aptitude?"

Talia was surprised.

She remembered that in the courses Lanqi was currently teaching, there was an extremely excellent student named Nathaniel. As the student most favored by the professors at the Saint Creatidi Monastery, and also considered most likely to win the Grant Award, the highest honor in magical engineering in the Creatidi Empire in the next few decades, he was a genius alchemist with the title of Royal Demon Craftsman.

For Lanqi, Nathaniel was not like a student, but more like a partner. As long as Nathaniel was willing, he could graduate from the Saint Creatidi Monastery at any time. Most imperial universities would be willing to hire him as a professor in the field of alchemy. Lanqi very much hoped that Nathaniel, this outstanding imperial youth, would directly help him complete this cross-century project together, leaving an indelible glorious name in the imperial academic field.

As far as Talia was concerned, a demon craftsman who could get the Creatidi Royal Craftsman title was at least equivalent to a platinum-level demon craftsman professional in the Allied Forces. It was just that the Creatidi Empire did not divide demon craftsmen into various categories.

"Yes, so even if she is rebellious, the empire treats her as a unique treasure and will not force her."

Iphathia also understood the level of the Kingdom United Council Alliance.

Platinum level was already a fairly top level certification in the demon engineering field, but if you add the space attribute, the nature completely changed.

Being able to be on the fourth row of the attribute periodic table, close to the authority of the gods, and being a rare attribute second only to divination, there was only one in ten million creatures who could possess its aptitude.

"It is said that Principal Violet initially favored Miss Abigail as the new professor at the Saint Creatidi Monastery, but because she refused, Landry was finally chosen."

Lanqi added.

Unlike Talia, who didn't care about things outside the window, he always tried to understand information in the Creatidi Empire.

"After all, Abigail herself is not very interested in magical engineering. She is only focused on creating a masterpiece opera. It seems that there is still an opera she directed in the Imperial Opera House that is hard to get a ticket for. Unfortunately, I can't get out and can't see what it's about."

Iphathia understood the feeling of mismatched interests and talents.

Talia: "..."

Being stuck between two geniuses, listening to them talk, she felt uncomfortable.

Forget it, as long as she accepted her actual life, then she would be a sunny and cheerful big princess.

"Then where can we find her?"

Lanqi felt it was necessary to meet this imperial demon craftsman. If possible, the sooner the better.

Since she was willing to support Barton's project, it meant that she could also become a powerful ally.

Just this space-based demon craftsman's ability was enough for the bloodkin to drink a pot.

It would be best to persuade her to join his demon engineering research plan.

In this way, with the support of Abigail, this heavyweight demon engineering scholar, the empire was more likely to confirm him, Landry, as the project leader.

"I'll go find Barton. Barton and Abigail are old acquaintances."

Iphathia said and opened the door of the silver palace, which was covered with space enchantment-based spells.

Barton had a very strong network in the empire.

Although Iphathia would not ask too much about the specific channels Barton used to get intelligence and resources each time, she had great faith in Barton's strength and character. He would do his best to complete any request. The two of them were rebels with an irreconcilable feud with the bloodkin.

Lanqi and Talia also thought it was reasonable after hearing Iphathia's words.

The Mafia boss and the imperial demon engineering talent were partners. The demon engineering talent could provide technical support for the Mafia, and the Mafia could provide gray channels for the demon engineering talent. It was indeed a win-win situation.

The mechanical transmission rumbled in a low voice, and the heavy anti-magic steel slowly opened. Gradually, all the noise from the outside poured in.

Just outside the door, Barton's figure, draped in a black trench coat, came into view again, his half-body seeming to blend into the shadows.

Barton Hall's eyes were clearly a little surprised.

He was waiting outside, naturally sensing the extraordinary combat fluctuations.

It turned out that Landry was stronger than he imagined, and he could survive after facing the boss head-on.

But later, after hearing that there was no movement inside for a long time, he could probably guess that one side had been defeated and was being subdued and interrogated by the other side.

He didn't expect that the result would be that both sides chose to negotiate a peace.

"Barton, from now on he is our partner, help him as much as possible."

Iphathia explained briefly to Barton.

She could not step out of the door of the space enchantment.

"I understand."

Barton nodded in response.

Then his eyes shifted to the gray-haired, golden-eyed woman next to Lanqi.

One person went in, and two came out. He had never discovered that such a strong guy had followed him when he led Professor Landry here.

Barton was not sure if this was a dereliction of duty in his security work.

"Uh, Mr. Barton, this is my epic summon, she has independent consciousness."

Lanqi pointed to Talia and said.

"Hmm."

Barton did not ask any more questions.

Some epic summons did have intelligence, and might even master different skills. There were also those with very good personalities, and it was not unprecedented for them to treat magic cards as wives.

An epic summon that could fight against the boss was obviously very unusual.

So it was not good to ask too much, maybe it would make the other party very embarrassed.

"..."

On the contrary, Barton's questions were so few that Lanqi and Talia felt a little guilty.

He seemed to understand everything without saying it, and Lanqi and Talia had no way to actively explain.

"Wait for my message."

Lanqi waved goodbye to Iphathia.

He would find a way to get the medicine to remove the Blood King Divine Fire as soon as possible and bring her out.

"Please."

She grinned and waved her hands behind her back, seeing Lanqi off with anticipation.

Barton blinked in confusion as he watched them say goodbye.

How did this brutal eighth-rank demon boss, become like a girl next door?

What was this all about?

(End of this chapter)