Chapter 203: The New Skin of the Great Love Poet
the midst of blood and evil, it appeared particularly grim and terrifying.This looks bad.Compared to previous experiences with themed worlds that looked more moderate, such as "Hidden Flame of Winter"...Chapter 204: The New Skin of the Great Love Poet
The next day.
Friday morning.
The skyline gradually turned crimson with the bright morning light. As the sun rose, rays of light pierced through the wooden railings on the balcony, dancing across Lance's body in patches of shadow and light. His shadow stretched long and slanting on the ground in this early morning sun.
A meticulously crafted wicker chair sat quietly on the balcony, beside a glass tea table upon which lay several books of magical engineering. Their pages rustled in the breeze, as if replaying Lanchi's reading path from last night.
A gentle breeze carrying the scent of flowers from the distant garden caressed Lanqi's face in the sunlight.
"Lanchi, make me a magic card, quick."
The great love poet just came out, as usual, he picked up the watering can to water the flowers and saw Lynch still leisurely feeding the birds on the ground as always. He immediately walked over and kicked him twice.
"Got it... Yesterday I bought a lot of materials and kept experimenting until dark... Now this is ready, just waiting to make it with you."
Lanche sleepily feeds his animal friends.
After returning from the world of film, Lance had several fulfilling days in a row.
The first afternoon back, I went to see my father. Then in the evening, I asked Tallia to take care of Huberlian. The next day, I competed against Adams and moved Phoenix's heart. On the third day, I told Dr. Lauren the surprise.
Today is the last workday of the week. Lance is going to finish feeding his animal friends and give Big Love Poet a skin if he has time, then he'll check with the Student Council to see if there's anything he can help with.
Of course, his home, besides being a frequent haunt for the great poet, now seemed to have another regular visitor.
The cat boss will be coming to Randy's house these two days.
He saw a little black cat jump onto the balcony last night, so he opened the door and let it in.
The little black cat is still sleeping soundly, lying on the sofa in the ranch, unwilling to get up.
However, the great poet of love by Lanci's side vanished while watering flowers.
She had already run back from the balcony to the living room at some point.
"How did you get a little kitten"
The poet on the couch cradled a small black cat, swaying it gently like a cradle. He wasn't sure if he wanted to wake it up or lull it to sleep.
Meow...
The cat boss opened his sleepy eyes.
Then I saw Tata with a sweet smile playing on her lips.
It seems like it's really gotten into it, seeing Tata smile so happily!
No, how could it be a demon race!
"Who are you, meow!"
The cat boss instantly sprang from the arms of the great love poet, becoming unusually alert and keeping a safe distance as he questioned her.
Her eyes were too seductive, and there was a unique floral scent on her body. This definitely wasn't Tata!
The great love poet was just standing still and smiling, he didn't mean to hurt the cat boss.
She is my ace card, you have to be careful, don't underestimate her just because she's only level one, she's the final boss.
On the balcony, Lan Qi turned back to explain.
He stood up, put away the bag of animal feed in his hand, and walked slowly back to the living room. He put the bag on the shelf and then headed toward the workshop.
"How could she possibly… be a summon"
The cat boss, after hearing this, circled the cheerful version of Tata with suspicion, looking him up and down in disbelief. He was incredibly surprised.
This is clearly a living demon.
Her every smile and breath of life were things no summoned creature could ever replicate.
"Great love poet, we should almost be starting."
Lanche reached out and grasped the doorknob of the card-making workshop, pushing it open. He beckoned to the great poet residing in the living room.
"Ready to start What are you going to do"
The cat boss called out in confusion.
It knew that Ranch's modified giant storage room was the workshop for making cards.
"Make a card, yeah."
The great poet smiled and said.
"Are you kidding me There's no way a summoned creature would make cards, meow!"
The cat owner thinks the great poet treats him like a silly cat!
It's absurd to make magic cards out of magic cards.
"Hmph, if I weren't only a first-rank mage, my magic cards would definitely be the best in the world!"
The great love poet, with a proud swagger, boasted to the cat boss.
"Come on, you little devil!"
The Cat Boss had lived for so long, it had never seen a Familiar who was skilled in magic cards.
But the great love poet didn't compete with the cat boss, she was very confident and believed that what was true didn't matter if others believed it or not.
See you next time, little kitty.
The great poet crouched down and gave it a sly smile, then skipped happily toward Ranch's card-making workshop.
Despite this, the cat owner was still stunned for a full count of seconds by the profound spirituality of the great poet.
It still doesn't quite believe that the great love poet is a summoner.
"You... You wouldn't always make things that would upset Tata with your Familiar, would you"
The cat boss suddenly realized and asked Ranchi, who was about to close the door.
It's clear that this gray-haired, red-skirted familiar is a succubus! And her voice has a mesmerizing, alluring quality to it. Combined with Tatta's beauty, it's highly unlikely that many men could resist her charms!
What are you thinking…
Lanche looked at the cat boss in confusion.
If one were to be influenced by a great poet's love, they would have long since become her slave, manipulated by her words and enchanting melodies.
She is a dangerous magic card with a natural ability to devour her master. The prerequisite for wielding her power is having a heart that will not be swayed by her.
When the renowned poet of great love entered the card-making workshop, Lanchi also led the way in.
But he always felt that the cat boss was suspicious of him, so he simply left the door ajar, allowing the cat boss to watch.
In the living room, the cat boss felt that Lanchi was getting weirder and needed to keep a closer eye on it!
But he was a little afraid to enter Lan Chi's cardmaking workshop. That guy was too hardcore when it came to making cards.
So he only dared to run to the door of the card-making workshop and hide his head, quietly peeking inside.
He wants to see what the two of them are up to.
……
Before the central workbench of the cardmaking workshop is a sofa-style long chair.
And the great poet of love also sat beside Lan Qi.
They were focused on each other, looking like two pianists about to play a four-handed duet.
The desk displayed a carefully chaotic scene. Every sheet of paper was meticulously categorized and laid out, perhaps having been repeatedly consulted and analyzed, bearing faint traces and creases that hinted at Lanche's considerable preparation time.
"Great love poet, let me make you a demon's skin first. If I can disguise you as another kind of demon, what type do you want"
Lanche inquired of the great poet of love.
Today he prepared two kinds of skin for the great love poet, just in case.
With "Transformation: Demon" and "Transformation: Human" as the foundation, currently two races of skin can be produced for Da Ai Poet.
Lanch decided to start with something simple.
Even though he couldn't change his physical appearance, he wished the image of the Great Love Poet could be altered a little. At least if he went to the Northern Continent, he wouldn't be easily recognized by people based on his race, hair color, or clothing.
"Uh... Dragon Demon, I guess."
The great love poet, after tapping his finger to his lips in thought, finally replied.
Why is it a Dragon Devil
Lanche was a little surprised. He could say that he was quite different from the original poet, Da'ai. He didn't feel like Da'ai was someone who liked to pursue power.
According to Lanche, Talya wasn't a succubus by nature but the purest breed of demon. The reason why she became a succubus after being made with the [Psalm of Pity] is unknown.
"Don't you think it's handsome"
The great love poet asked with a grin.
"That's interesting. Are there any requirements for hair color and eye color"
Lanche nodded, he probably understood.
"If it's demon skin, eye color doesn't matter... How about red hair"
The great poet said.
"Red"
Lance confirmed with her.
"Yeah, red hair is the best looking."
The great love poet, while responding, found ink on the table and demonstrated to Lanchi exactly what shade of red she wanted.
Lanche and the great love poet discussed the plan like this, Lanche drawing sketches while the Great Love Poet offered modifications like a client.
The End.
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