he saw everything in front of him.At the same time, a flood of information poured into his mind, and he struggled to make sense of it all.Immediately, his brow furrowed even deeper.Because he wasn't…...Chapter 378: Huberly Still Didn't Know How Simple the Capital Was

Helstrom Broadcasting Company building under the night sky, a giant screen radiating white light, reflecting the noise of the ground to the horizon. {What You don't know yet|. Read, error-free chapters| Hurry up and google it}

The screen displays footage of a street interview taking place just outside the building, the frame abruptly filled by Rocky Madix.

His words were clear and forceful, and as he spoke, his gaze swept slowly across the crowd, as if silently telling everyone that we need more patience and understanding.

The crowd around him gradually became a little cramped, exchanging glances with each other. The original discontent and hostility in their eyes melted away with his words, and they began to respond.

Mr. McCassy is right."

"We may have been too impulsive."

"I'm truly sorry, I told you there wouldn't be a single student at Protoss Royal Magic Academy who opposed Rocky McCaskey."

An air of apology began to fill the crowd, a chaotic chorus attempting to explain themselves to him and the two girls. Some voices carried a sense of realization, others concern. In a few sentences, several heartfelt descriptions conveyed their misunderstanding and remorse.

The atmosphere relaxed, and everyone became especially cooperative.

"Alright, it's over now. You should go back to school."

After resolving the issue, he turned to the two girls who had originally been trapped in the crowd, addressing them with a fatherly concern and a leader's responsibility.

After a brief chat with the reporters, Lance bid farewell and prepared to leave this now-quiet commotion. He was headed back to his school, where he had duties to attend to. This week was likely to be his busiest and most fulfilling yet.

Just as he turned around and began to take the first step, he suddenly felt his arm being gently grasped.

Lanche's steps came to an abrupt halt. A look of unexpected surprise flashed across his face as he turned his head, his gaze falling on the girl who had a tight grip on his arm.

「……」

She pursed her lips, her eyes betraying a barely perceptible tension and determination. Perhaps she wanted to express unspoken gratitude, or perhaps she wished to convey something in private.

"Excuse me, do you need any help"

Lanche's expression shifted quickly from surprise to a peaceful, listening posture. He spoke softly, with a hint of helplessness that didn't detract from his politeness.

This little interlude made the crowd around them fall silent once more, waiting to see what would happen next.

The aristocratic young lady from the Milford family, unexpectedly brave, seized a political heavyweight at this moment, once again becoming the focal point of tonight's news cameras.

"...."

Surrounded by onlookers and recording equipment, her eyes seemed to want to convey something, but she remained silent, only clutching Lanchi's arm tighter and tighter, afraid he would run away.

It's like if we don't take this opportunity to tell him, we might never see him again.

This left Lance confused and gradually a little uneasy.

He dislikes being touched by others.

"Hello, if you have anything, please tell me."

Although his voice was calm, it was enough to get the attention of those around him and make the girl feel that her actions had been noticed.

Anyone could understand this subtle signal — he thought the girl's behavior had crossed a personal boundary.

If she continues to cross the line, he may have to signal the security personnel nearby.

The noble lady's hand still gripped his arm tightly, her eyes filled with complex emotions. Many words were stuck in her heart but she couldn't find the words to say them, wishing he would discover it soon.

Miss Milford might have realized at this point that her emotional expression was somewhat excessive, but the urgency she felt to express herself kept her firmly rooted in place.

Her eyes, like jewels, glistened with a bright luster, reflecting Ranchi's figure as his gaze shifted.

Lanche felt confused by this sudden surge of emotion.

Over these two months in the Northern Continent, he had grown accustomed to being in control, accustomed to people following him. But at this moment, the girl before him stopped him with a desire to bind him.

She was surrounded by people, and the words she dared not utter could only become a look at Lan Chi with slightly tearful eyes. It was a very faint breath, if he were listening, he would surely sense it. Compared to anxiety and stubbornness, it was more trust, the firm belief that he would definitely see who she was.

Sometimes even insignificant sounds can convey meaningful information.

For some reason.

A face of a woman I had never known before, her voice I had never heard, she only communicated with herself in riddles.

Lance met her gaze, those familiar eyes filled with something that felt oddly different.

It feels like being distant from her right now is a mistake.

And, why was he so easily bumped into by her

Am I just too slow, or is she just too strong

No way...

As the first raindrop fell silently into the night sky, it was as if a gate to memory had been opened. Between the streaks of rain illuminated by the white light of the building's screen, the gazes of the young man and the aristocratic young lady met, conveying the emotions in their hearts.

The rain intensified, and the screen of the Helstrom Broadcasting Company building flickered in the downpour. Occasionally, the camera's flash illuminated the two faces.

There was no dialogue, only eye contact. The special understanding between them was palpable to everyone around. It was a reunion like no other, even the recording equipment couldn't fully capture the depth of their gaze. Lan Chi's expression slowly shifted from astonishment to serenity.

Is it you

Lance asked tentatively, though he had no evidence, an intuition told him that the girl before him was the one he had been searching for in the Imperial City.

“Finally, you recognize me.”

Huperly nodded, her furrowed brow relaxing as she received Lance's response. Then came a look of relief, followed by a smile of contentment.

When Huberly looked up again, Lanch's eyes were filled with encouragement. The aloofness he had shown before was gone, and the familiar optimism he used to have in Ictera returned to his face.

The reporters who had been watching for a long time without leaving, their gazes constantly observing the two people.

"Excuse me, Mr. Loch McCassie, are you two acquainted"

He finally handed the microphone over with some nervousness and asked, "Based on my professional observation and logical analysis, this should be correct. The process just now felt too familiar."

"It's been a long time, I can barely recognize you."

Ranch shifted his gaze, a smile playing on his lips though his eyes remained downcast.

"Are the two Misses Milford from Milfordia, just arrived in Herlohm today"

A reporter from Protos Broadcasting, So Ming understood, asked.

"Yes."

Mishula nodded in confirmation.

The reporter's eyes widened in surprise. He didn't need to ask; he understood immediately what was going on—it turned out that Rocky McCassy had been separated from the Countess of Milford for many years, and they had just reunited after all this time, finally recognizing each other as childhood sweethearts.

While originally embarking on a journey to the renowned Protoss Royal Magic Academy, known for its rigorous curriculum, and engaging in fierce competition with the young prodigies of the Protoss Empire was a perilous path fraught with challenges and trials. For Miss Milforde, Countess, it transformed into "My Childhood Friend is the Headmaster of this Academy." What kind of Mary Sue plot is this!

Today is still three shifts, desperately paying off debts!

[ ] have been feeling very heavy at this moment!And Hubrian is very strange, why a great poet could possess such high wisdom and autonomy, no different from a true living being.If it weren't for Lan Qi s...