Don't confiscate my identity as a human race
Chapter 1517 863: Lanci's Way Home_2

Convinced that the War God was no longer an enemy, it wasn't as afraid of the War God anymore.

"Uh."

Lanci observed the Cat Boss and roughly guessed what the Cat Boss was thinking.

The Twelfth War God, Bianca, who was on leave, kept glancing around Saint Kray Temple and then left with a puzzled and regretful look.

She seemed to be looking for something, but couldn't find it.

According to Lanci's guess, although he hadn't seen the Cat Boss transform into a human, he roughly figured out that on the day of the Moon Goddess Festival, the Cat Boss had been transformed into a Catman and had even been captured.

"Lanci, what's up, meow?"

The Cat Boss didn't understand why Lanci was staring at him without speaking.

"Nothing."

Lanci forgot to tell the Cat Boss that when Loren returned to the Hutton Kingdom on his holiday, he would first visit his family, the primary destination of his leave, in the Krantel Domain. Secondly, he might briefly return to Ichrite, and during this time, there might be War Gods accompanying him, but such uncertain news, Lanci wouldn't spread recklessly.

Most likely it would be those War Gods who were currently more available.

Claimed to protect the Emperor, but in reality, it might be to prevent the Emperor from escaping.

If Emperor Loren suddenly declared that he wouldn't return from the Hutton Kingdom and intended to defect to Hutton, the War Gods would be in a complete frenzy, not even able to accuse Loren of treason.

"Honestly meow, it's amazing that they didn't insist on accompanying you on your journey, meow."

The Cat Boss lifted its head and whispered to Lanci.

Recalling the day they first met in Bulida Talia and Sigrid, the Cat Boss was frantically trying to save Lanci.

Even though Lanci eventually got through the tough situation, Talia and Sigrid still clung to him relentlessly.

"Thank you, Cat Boss. With you around, I have nothing to fear."

Lanci looked down at the Little Black Cat, his eyes full of trust.

Only at the end did he realize he might have been in deep trouble, and the Cat Boss was always his most trustworthy friend.

"Don't look at me like that, meow."

The Cat Boss shrank its head and muttered. It initially thought that after witnessing Lanci go through such mortal peril, he would be afraid, not expecting it had given him the courage, which filled it with an ominous premonition.

They chatted along the way.

Soon, the four of them and the cat arrived at the platform of Bulida's first station and sat down on a bench.

The vehicle they were waiting for had not yet arrived.

A Magic Power Rail Train had already arrived on the opposite track.

Lanci sat on the bench, subconsciously gazing at his reflection in the train's reflective glass, carefully examining his attire, repeatedly ensuring there were no flaws, and only then was he entirely at ease.

"No, Lanci, why does it feel like you're about to become a spy when you return to the kingdom now?"

Talia turned her head and stared at Lanci in surprise.

"Really?"

Lanci asked Talia.

"When you came to Bulida, you fitted in perfectly. Even though you've never been a spy, when caught by the Empire's Special Operations Department's Red Falcon Nikola, you showed not a hint of guilt or flaw. At that time, I thought you were an ace agent, staying calm under pressure."

Talia didn't know what to say, gesturing with her hands,

"But don't get me wrong, I definitely wasn't saying you're handsome. I wasn't infatuated at the time, and I wasn't praising you just now."

They sat on the bench chatting.

The benches in the waiting area of the platform were also classic wooden, with divine lineage patterns carved on the backrest, allowing travelers to feel the classical charm of Bulida while they waited.

The chatter of fellow travelers waiting for the train, the farewell words to family and friends, and the announcements of train arrivals and departures blended into a unique melody of this space.

"..."

Migaya sat on another adjacent bench, silently watching Lanci and Talia chat, pondering.

Brother-in-law, son-in-law, or colleague, this is a question.

Now he had a bit of a guess about what Hyperia, Sigrid, and Talia's agreement was.

Initially, their chosen strategy seemed to be some kind of equilibrium, that strategy combination in non-cooperative games where, regardless of what others choose, one's choice always results in the most beneficial outcome.

Whether the opponent ran or not, choosing to run would definitely be the right choice, just like hearing rumors of a run on banks, whether true or not, it effectively meant it already happened, and when things went wrong, those who ran late would surely suffer.

Later, at some point, Hyperia and the others tacitly changed their strategy, beginning mutual non-interference and no internal consumption.

Theoretically, this was the overall optimal strategy for the three of them.

But this required enormous mutual trust, as any change in strategy by one side would render the other two with the worst strategy.

"Honey, what are you thinking?"

Isatia watched Migaya's face, looking up at him and asked.

"Analyzing the stock market."

Migaya raised his hand to cover his cheek and told Isatia.

Love is finance, all within the realm of games, so calling this analyzing the stock market was spot on.

In this brief moment of silence, in the distance, a blurred silhouette appeared at the end of the track accompanied by a whistle.

Soon, the vibrations along the track grew stronger, a deep rumbling sound echoed. The train's shape became increasingly clear, and the morning sunlight shone upon the body of the train. The light on the front of the train brightened gradually, piercing through layers of early morning mist, guiding the iron beast to its destination.

Tiny snowflakes on the track vanished instantly under the train's wheels, as the train smoothly decelerated, finally coming to a gentle stop beside the platform.