herLoren chose to answer Lance's question by giving practical examples.To date, Lance has only encountered enemies as powerful as the Ruin Saint....and that weakened seven-tier blood race count who w...Chapter 206: Talia Catches Lance On the Spot

On the workbench, various drawing tools and materials lay scattered around, while in the very center rested a finished magic card emanating purple mist. [At this point, I want readers to remember our domain name].

Ranch leaned back against the sofa-like chair, yawning repeatedly, almost falling asleep.

Today he made a rare self-made magic card that he couldn't use himself. After making it, he didn't care about it anymore.

The great poet's slender fingers gently picked up the newly born card, her eyes filled with joy and anticipation.

"Give it a try."

Lanci murmured with his eyes closed.

"Is your magic still potent I'm going to need all of yours, you know."

The great poet hesitated and temporarily set aside the magic cards in his hand, then asked.

She felt that Lance seemed to be running out of magic.

"It's okay."

Lance waved his hand, indicating she could use it if she wanted.

Just as they were chatting.

The door to the Ranch dormitory has been knocked on several times.

They were both too focused in the card-making workshop.

Even if I heard the slightest sound, I thought it was just my neighbor's door being knocked on.

"Rance, someone's been knocking on the door for ages meow."

The cat-loving boss sat at the door watching them make their cards and glanced in the direction of the hallway.

Then, turning his cat's head towards Ranch in the card room,

"My house"

"Meow."

Lanchi shook his drowsy head, feeling like he hadn't heard wrong.

It would be nice to have a talking cat at home.

Then Lance stood up, weary, and returned to the living room. He walked over and turned the doorknob.

Ling Lanchi was taken aback for a moment.

Only Hubbell and Talia, like a chaperone following her, were standing outside the door.

Huberly saw Lance like that, just waking up, and nodded apologetically before saying:

"The cat boss hasn't been back for half a day, the shop assistant asked us to come and look for it. I wonder if it's here with you..."

Before Huberly could finish her sentence, she noticed Professor Meow in the corner. Her gaze followed him as he saw a black-haired beauty running into the living room to look at herself in the mirror.

"!!"

She rubbed her eyes.

When did the Ranch family hide a girl!

Hubert was certain he had never seen a girl as beautiful and striking as this raven-haired one.

Her deep green coat was adorned with gold buttons and a collar, her white shirt featured a jade green tie and bow, clean and tidy. Her light-colored skirt had delicate white rose patterns, and her hair, like black silk, danced with her steps, shimmering with a deep, mysterious glow.

Her emerald eyes sparkled with a clear and lively tenderness. Her porcelain skin was as pure as snow, and her skirt billowed in the wind, revealing her long and graceful legs. She wore black, lightweight leather shoes, and walked with a light and confident stride.

The girl turned, a sweet smile lighting up her face like the sun, warming everyone around her. You couldn't help but want to get closer, to spend time with her.

Even Talia frowned.

She didn't expect Lance to live with a human woman she had never met...

Until both Hyberlian and Talia could clearly see the girl's face.

They then realized that this face was extraordinarily familiar.

...and a little too familiar!

Only to see the great love poet completely transformed into the appearance of a human. With Lan Qi's same black hair and green eyes, she looked just like Lan Qi's own sister!

Huberly's mouth gaped in surprise, like a tiny circle. Talia beside her instantly drooped her eyelids, radiating an aura of murderous intent that caused the temperature of the entire room to plummet.

Even Lance felt a shiver run down his spine, his blood running cold.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the great poet of love, then back towards the doorway, his eyes fixed on Taliya who was staring right back at him.

She seems to have arrived at the wrong time.

Tallia approached Lance, seemingly at a glacial pace.

Ranch instinctively took two steps back, but there was a wall behind him.

"Lance... So you like doing this to me Is it fun to change her clothes"

Talya stood before Lance, her head tilted up as she gazed at him silently.

Last time, Ranch gave her appearance to the great poet's image. For the sake of the contract and remuneration, she endured it.

But this time, she finally knew how much of a disaster the great poet was.

You could be spotted by Lance at any time!

She originally thought Lance wouldn't do this kind of thing, but now that she thinks about it, if Lance really had this kind of hobby, she just wanted to kill him.

Then, she would also commit suicide if she broke the contract.

Lanchi, looking at Tallia, who was getting closer to him for the first time, noticed her delicate cheek and hand gradually lifting. He felt as if he were facing death for the first time!

He never expected Talia to be so angry.

According to my previous understanding of her, she is still mostly calm!

"No, no, no, it wasn't me who changed it. This was to give the great poet another layer of disguise. She's too beautiful and noticeable."

Lancy shook his head, explaining that he felt Talya's hand pressing his shoulder against the wall. It was light, but it held him completely immobile!

"…"

Taliya's hand hesitated. She wanted to question him, but she also didn't want to contradict Lance.

In the panic of their primal instinct for survival, humans tend to speak the truth. And he was indeed telling the truth.

It seems Ranchi has always thought she was pretty and striking.

But no matter what, Talya's anger hadn't subsided in the slightest.

"Miss Tata, because we're going to the North Continent afterwards, we have to disguise the Great Poet. You're simply too beautiful; without some disguise, you'd be easily recognized."

Hubert also came over to help explain.

> "……”

When Talya heard Hughberley's words, she looked at him with a complicated expression and still couldn't let go of her grip on Lance's shoulder.

She's just angry now.

I can't explain why I'm angry.

She's not even as good as a simple familiar like that great poet.

Or perhaps she is simply not as charming as those beloved female poets.

But why compare her to a great love poet

She doesn't care what Lance thinks of her.

Taliya's muddled emotions welled up inside her chest, finding no outlet but to transform into resentment and anger toward Lance.s the tsunami of fear welling up inside him that threatened to overwhelm him.He now dared not imagine the other party's identity. Though he didn't recognize the epic-level spiritual magic technique us...