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Chapter 304: Ranchi just wants to be beaten to death by ever

    

, the restaurant will compensate you.The embossed lettering was neatly and orderly arranged on the cover."It's still very demon world style, isn't it"Lanche couldn't help but sigh to Huberlian beside...Chapter 305: Ranchi Just Wants to Be Beat Up by Everyone Today

On the platform level of the mag-rail station in Helrom, the capital city, a faint dawn tinged the winter morning. {Write to here I hope readers remember our domain name}

Although the sun has not yet fully risen, the pale blue sky is already beginning to reflect light, giving this city of high-rises and ancient buildings a touch of warmth.

Today is the first weekend after entering March.

A faint white mist hung over the tracks, formed by the evaporation of dew from last night's temperature drop. The parked magitech trains stood silent beside it, only the occasional blast of a whistle and the hum of machinery reminding people they were there.

On one side of the platform, near the sign, Lance was standing there. He wore a diamond-patterned waistcoat and a long dark gray coat. He glanced at the timetable on the crystal screen, then shifted his gaze to the distant end of the track shrouded in mist. He had probably already made sure that he would see the arriving train soon.

"Hi."

At that moment, a familiar voice broke the silence around him.

Lanche turned around.

Only to see West Germany standing before him.

She wore a well-fitted white shirt under a flowing coat, paired with a black long dress. It made her look both capable and elegant.

Good morning.

Lanche greeted the domineering Catholicism.

They had already made an agreement that after he finished his one-week job at the Protoss Royal Magic Academy, they could set off on their journey to the desolate branch in the north.

Of course, this was the mission given to these two new acolytes of the Desolation Division by the Desolation Order in the capital.

Although the two had never met at school, Lanche was fairly certain that Xide was posing as a student to keep tabs on him.

The platform was not yet bustling. The sound of a clock tower chiming six o'clock drifted from afar, and only a few passengers catching an early train hurried by.

Their two figures stood motionless at the edge of the platform, appearing unusually quiet.

Where's your cat

West looked at the scarf in Lance's hands, then up at his black scarf.

He was still holding two newly-issued pet tickets, one of which had turned into his scarf, while the other was still hidden.

Lance remained silent, only staring down at his own shadow.

Then his shadow trembled.

It's obvious the cat owner is terrified.

Or it would not even dare to be with the Catholic Church.

The black fox was completely unaware of the strength or weakness of West, and had no sense of caution toward her.

"It's too chicken."

Lanche shifted his gaze to West, saying.

"That's normal. Generally, if I don't disguise myself or contain my aura, even powerful beasts would be scared away by me."

West Germany didn't seem to mind at all, as if it knew it had a natural talent for scaring animals away.

This cat is a bit shy by nature and might be more affectionate towards familiar elderly people.

Although it is unknown whether West Germany also wanted to get close to the little black cat, it seems she has little hope of meeting the cat boss unless she uses force.

"That's so."

In the brief exchange, a low rumble of metal wheels grinding against rails came faintly from afar.

The sound gradually grew louder, from a faint whisper to a deafening roar. Amidst the thunderous noise, a golden spotlight pierced through the dense fog in the distance, revealing an approaching magitech rail train.

As the mana train glided into the platform with a swift yet solemn air, a unique mana vibration pulsed through the station. It wasn't until after several tens of seconds had passed that the train came to a complete stop, and light smoke-like vapor emerged from above it. The doors of the carriages slowly creaked open, revealing their opulent interiors.

The tickets the Silent Knight Order had purchased for the two of them were next to each other, even without looking they could tell.

Lanche and Xide got on the train and walked through several carriages before finding their seats.

Both sides of the windows were drawn with heavy curtains, but through the gaps in the curtains, one could still see the hazy scenery outside.

Lanche gazed out the window, seeming a bit wistful about his academy here in the imperial capital. Meanwhile, West picked up a magazine and prepared to flip through it.

She rarely embarks on such journeys.

So now I feel incredibly free and even need to kill some time.

Finally, Lanchi seems to have let go and decided to set his sights on a new journey.

"West Germany, you have to protect me, okay I'm only a level 4 support."

Lanche smiled slightly and said to Sigrid.

Sigrid insisted on reverting to her teenage level.

Even though West Germany had her strength suppressed back to the fourth rank, she still possessed a sense of oppression against those of the same rank. It seemed that when she was at the fourth rank before, almost every opponent she encountered was defeated with a single punch.

Let me state this first, I'm currently just your companion. Although theoretically I could save your life, I won't stop you from committing suicide. I understand respecting people's destinies. When I determine that you're about to do something with no chance of survival, I will no longer follow you.

West Germany turned her head and looked at him, showing not an ounce of sympathy. She spoke bluntly.

“…”

Lan Qi was still smiling politely, but her expression had temporarily lost its dynamic changes.

It seems like trying to provoke the enemy and then forcing West Germany to eliminate them instantly is impossible.

"And when I judge that the enemy is far stronger than me, I will make a reasonable judgment as a fourth-order warrior. For example, when it's time to run away, I will choose to run away, and choose whether to sell you or take you with me."

West Germany continued to explain her motives to Lance, and also make a disclaimer—meaning that if Lance got himself killed, don't blame her.

"Under what circumstances can you take me with you to run away"

"This depends on the level of danger in the situation and how much West Germany likes you."

"Huh"

Lanche had never heard of playing like this before.

Therefore, you should also cherish me and protect me.

West Germany put down the newspaper, patted Ranch on the shoulder, and said confidently.

"Why do I still have to protect you"

Lanche doesn't understand, no matter how he tries to explain it, he ended up protecting West Germany instead

If I'm not happy, I might quit the team. You need to consider your teammates' feelings.

"West Germany said seriously."

Lanche was speechless for a moment.

You are very meticulous.

If I don't understand clearly now, will you still give me a "too late to regret" situation later

..."

Seeing Lance being silenced is shocking.

The cat boss feels that Lanchi has finally met a rival.

Not only did I fail to reach the other party, but after following their magical train of thought for a while, I was also turned upside down.

"Well, alright then."

Lynch finally nodded in agreement.

He understood West Germany's logic.

She makes a decisive move, leaving no room for Lance to exploit.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get. The more I think about it, the more I lose out.

If she can't help, what use is she

No, he has to play the "dying" style.

This northern trip is all about facing death head-on.

She only said things that were impossible, she wouldn't follow suit and act recklessly.

Then, as long as it's a life-or-death situation, it's still possible to drive West Germany!

The high-level bishop's apocalyptic attacks, she never felt like she could fully withstand them in a single encounter!

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