tterly incompetent, Xia had one irrefutable achievement: his lineage as a distinguished and ancient noble. He possessed that noble bloodline, and his family had already made its mark on the history of...Chapter 257: Lance Questions Understanding as Tatata

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As night fell, the lights of the distant town gradually flickered to life, echoing with the newly emerged stars.

In the tranquil night, the mage-powered train races along the tracks, passing through majestic mountains, dense forests, and peaceful lakes.

Inside the compartment, the lights cast a warm glow on the dark brown wooden floor and bronze ironwork decorations. The elegant lacquered walls seemed to have weathered time gracefully, whispering tales of bygone eras.

Passengers stood or sat, their conversations weaving a tapestry of sound. Dressed in elegant gowns, ladies sipped wine that glistened like jewels, murmuring softly with their companions. In a corner of the carriage, young people excitedly discussed the future, their eyes shining with anticipation for the wonders of Protoss City.

The train attendants, dressed in neat dark uniforms, patrolled the carriages as part of their regular rounds. They would occasionally be stopped and greeted with polite smiles to inquire about passengers' needs.

In the front carriage of this magically powered train, in a luxurious compartment by the window, sat a young man and a young woman.

The youth's clothing style is a blend of vintage and elegance. His white long-sleeved shirt has black trim at the collar and cuffs. A beige sleeveless vest that fits snugly against his body is divided into a diamond-shaped checkered pattern by brown stripes. Hanging on the wall beside him is a deep grey long coat with a large lapel, two slanted pockets, giving off an air of both grace and mystery.

This is a tailor-made northern continent style outfit for Lance, made by the old tailor who was in charge of making clothes for Lord Francis of Liloom City.

He was quietly reading a book in the carriage at that moment.

While across from her, Zesthira had already donned the standard uniform of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy.

Although Zesthira wore a hat to partially conceal her demonic features, allowing her to avoid many curious glances during their journey, she wasn't willing to hide completely.

She doesn't think there's anything wrong with her demonic features.

In the Protoss Empire, there were also constructions of magic railways. However, to travel from a remote town like Liloom to the capital city, one must first go to the main city in the southwest before boarding this train.

Most of the time, the two were each engrossed in their own books.

Strange scenery and light flashed into view in the darkness, then disappeared again.

Zestilla closed the book in her hands, placing it beside her. She didn't reach for another one, because there were none left to read.

She is not interested in academic books, preferring to read magic books.

However, magic books are very troublesome to get through security as they belong to regulated items, so she didn't bring one.

She glanced at the color of the book in Lance's hand and immediately knew what he was reading.

The Chronicle of Holy Wars, published by the Imperial Royal Magical Academy Press, authored by Sido Alandel, recounts the war that swept across the North and South continents a century ago, as well as the rise and fall of the Demon Race.

Although some parts were filled in with fictional and dramatic elements based on the author's imagination, many of the secrets behind that holy war remain unclear even today.

"You really are from the Southern Continent."

Zestilla said.

She had long since been convinced that Lan Chi was a visitor from the South Continent, but seeing him so earnestly reading history books common in the North Continent was more convincing than any evidence.

Ranch heard Zestilla's voice and smiled, putting down the book in his hand to look across the table.

"Information about the North Continent from down south is all mixed up, hard to tell what's true or not. After being cut off, the only way to know for sure is to come here yourself."

This is a book he borrowed from Lord Francis.

He hadn't expected Zesthira might have read the book either. According to his understanding, she shouldn't be fond of historical fiction.

The southern continent was only peripherally affected by the war and had never delved deeply into the specific causes, course, or conclusion of the Holy War in the northern continent. Books on northern continental history from the southern continent were more artistic than factual, with perhaps one part true for every nine parts false.

And the history of the Protoss Empire, who knows how much of it is true. After all, history has always been about finding the right balance between detail and brevity, Lynch was just taking a look.

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Zesthira nodded.

She had heard many versions of the rumors about South America, but it was clear that most were false because they contradicted each other too much.

"Do you not understand any of the allusions"

She has grown accustomed to teaching Lance, and she subconsciously worries when she sees he might be facing difficulties.

"Well, I have a general idea."

Lan Qi actually knew a little about the background story of the Northern Continent, unfortunately, all the writing was riddles from an enigmatic author.

> Just looking at the overall background of this book, I'd say it's fairly understandable.

"That's good, just ask me if you don't understand anything."

Zestilla said.

"Okay."

Lance smiled and answered.

He pondered for a moment, surprised that Zesthila would be willing to chat.

Then, he temporarily hung a silk bookmark with the book's core attached to it and placed the book on the desk.

Have you got a favorite historical figure

Lance asked Zeltira.

It's best to start by talking about historical figures because it can help you gauge the other person's stance and avoid saying anything that might upset or offend them.

Zethera pondered for a moment,

"I prefer the few Demon Generals, though Tallia is my favorite."

"......"

Lancy, hearing this, looked a little stunned. She quickly regained her composure.

He didn't expect to suddenly hear a familiar name here.

He even opened the "Chronicle of Holy Wars" again and flipped through it backward. Sure enough, he caught a glimpse of Tallia's name.

So her name still appears in North Continent's historical novels, she truly is a few hundred years old relic.

What are some characteristics of this ancient woman

Ranch asked curiously, wondering what else Talia held that could be alluring besides her beauty, strength, and immortality.

"She is resilient, strong, and incredibly talented. Beneath her cold exterior lies a rational mind. She is the type of woman I most aspire to be, and... if one day the Demon Race could restore their nation, I believe she would be the one to accomplish it."

Zestilla spoke of Talia with an uncharacteristically wistful tone.

"Why"

Lanche became even more confused.

He actually felt that with Talia, there was no way to restore the country. She was already living a happy retirement life in Ictere.

Not to mention restoring the country, now I reckon she wouldn't even want to leave Heston Kingdom.

She would never be lost in her own power like other demons, consumed by desire. There is an old saying in the demon realm: if a demon ever existed without desire, they would be the most terrifying and powerful of all. Perhaps it was for this reason that Talia survived the annihilation of the demon race, becoming the princess of the last surviving lineage.

Zesthila evaluated earnestly.

(The End)

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