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Chapter Eighty-Six: Lan Chi's New Day

    

."Lanche confidently assured the two of them."After all, it was a sacrifice of merit points for brushing up the rating..."Huberlian covered her cheeks, and Lanci had her personally activate the Solar...Chapter 87: A brand new day for Lan Qi

South Continent, Creus Empire. 【Read error-free chapters of novels, search Google】

Hidden deep underground, it is a palace of darkness and the symbol of absolute power.

This ultra-ancient subterranean city was enveloped by darkness, yet magical devices cleverly mimicked the blood moon, casting deep shadows. The wide and spacious streets were lined with buildings constructed from dark stone, tall and heavy, their outlines sketching the shadows of ancient art, silently lying in this dark city, solidified with the dust of countless years.

At the end of the Undercity, a cold and eerie powerful magic emanated. A majestic castle stood tall, its outer walls built from natural obsidian, inlaid with icy silver trim and medieval-style crimson crystal transparent carvings.

A figure cloaked in a long robe arrived at the castle entrance, stepping deeper into its interior. After passing through ornate decorations and corridors, he pushed open the heavy iron gate before him. A magnificent palace, resembling a council chamber, came into view, accompanied by an air of profound power and a weighty sense of history.

Under a rose window adorned with immortal crystals, icy iron chains hung chandeliers that emanated a lavish glow. The carpet flowed like red water to the horizon, and the light passing through the crystals scattered like stars, adding a touch of eerie beauty to the entire space.

In this vast hall, with its towering ceiling, a banquet table spanning dozens of meters dominated the center. The table was crafted from pitch-black iron, etched with intricate patterns of blood mage runes, a symbol of the Blood race's artistic style. On either side of the long table, each high-backed chair resembled a throne, the top of each backrest bearing a gemstone totem corresponding to its owner.

However, at this time.

The meeting hall seemed unusually quiet. Thirteen high-backed chairs sat with only one figure.

A figure entered the palace and stood gracefully at the end of the long table without taking a seat.

"His Grace, Heritiel, a follower of the Resurrection Church, encountered the half-demon but failed."

He bowed and spoke, his voice was male.

Far away.

The figure sitting on the seventh high-backed chair slowly raised its head, closing its eyes, as if able to see through the dome a tapestry of stars woven into the deep night sky shimmering brilliantly.

"It shouldn't."

She mumbled to herself,

The omen of the half-blood demon clan has appeared twice, but both times it was averted.

"

“…”

"

The man remained silent, he naturally knew which two instances of death omens the duke was referring to.

First, Hyberlian should have failed to enroll and died miserably in the capital of King Heston.

Second, Huberlian should have been killed by the Resurrectionists in the Shadow Realm.

This was only to be expected, yet it didn't happen. Instead, the ending was reversed.

Everything, absolutely everything, revolves around a certain human freshman who just materialized at the Iketerite Academy.

The remnants of the demon race must be purged, no matter what.

The blood countess's voice was distant and cold, like a sigh of regret, a murmur of resentment, a whisper of helplessness, and yet, it held a trace of regret that even time could not erase.

"Historical experience has taught us that only when the power of humans and demons converge can a force be born that threatens us."

The Marquess finally opened her blood-red eyes, and beneath the shadow, no one could see the memories spanning countless ages hidden within them.

In today's era, the demon race has been exterminated by humans.

Under the insatiable expansion of desire, cults run rampant, the North and South Continents fall apart, and humanity continues to wage war for power.

These foolish actions only mean one thing—

"The era of the Blood Moon will return, and mankind must remember its servitude."

The marquis' face, once so handsome, was now cold and aloof, bearing an imposing dignity that intimidated all who beheld it.

Every single character, like the crisp tinkling of ice crystals melting before winter's end, echoed through the palace.

……

The Kingdom of Herton, its capital being Icerite.

As the sun's golden rays gently bathed the campus of the ancient Ictereus Academy, its brick buildings were adorned with a warm, honeyed glow, radiating and exuding the weight of history.

The dormitory building of the Sage's Academy was also awakened, with students coming and going from the entrance from time to time.

It is the third morning of school.

Lance held a cup of coffee, leaning against the railing on his balcony, listening to the birds chirping among the trees, watching his classmates go to school.

He returned from the world of shadows early yesterday morning and slept for a long time until this morning.

After leaving the dormitory late at night to finish a meal he wasn't sure if it should be called breakfast or supper, he began researching card making back at his desk. On the table was still that copy of "The Registered Regulations of the Southern Continent Card Association".

Now he has reached the third rank, possessing the basic qualifications for reference.

Only registered card makers of the South Continent Card Maker Association can obtain official patent protection and be exempt from numerous cumbersome appraisal and guarantee procedures, as well as reduce processing fees.

The extent of the benefits also depends on the card maker's level.

If they want to open a store selling exclusive magic cards, besides getting the license from Huberlian, he also needs to obtain the Registered Card Maker identity. The higher the level, the better, directly determining their startup speed for the business.

The next card-making registration exam to be held at the Hetton Royal Capital will not take place for over a month.

Although it might feel long sensory-wise, realistically, even if Randy had another month, he wouldn't be very confident about passing directly.

As for the creation of level three magic cards, he'd still have to learn from Talia.

His card-making craftsmanship is still not stable enough, and if it cannot be significantly improved, it will depend heavily on luck whether he can make a finished card in the exam.

However, there is still hope.

Lanche remembered what Talia had told him: if he wanted the highest card-making success rate, he should just choose the magic type that best suited him in the exam.

Because this will directly affect the success rate of card makers in making cards.

This is also why card makers, in the later stages, choose their own specialized direction.

For example, Talya's three best categories are 【Curse】, 【Spirit】, and 【Poison】, which are also her three best-suited types.

Among them, 【Curse】 is excellent, 【Spirit】 and 【Poison】 are also outstanding, which led to Talia's specialization in crafting curse-type magic cards.

As for other types of magic, such as elemental magic and some special categories of magic, her affinity is not very good.

According to Talia's estimation, Lance's affinity for 【Spirit】 magic is better, while his 【Poison】 and 【Curse】 are extremely poor. She didn't bother looking at the rest.

If one also had a magical aptitude as exceptional or outstanding as Talya's in some kind of magic.

So just do this on the card maker exam!

And these types of magic may also become a specialization option for him in his cardmaster career in the future.

(The End)

[ ]y that summoner felt the need to cover their face. Actually, if you think about it, with their graceful figure, fair skin, and delicate lips, they probably wouldn't be unattractive, and might even be...