Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 715 - 664 Mr. Lanci, You Are Arrested

```

When the berserk Lixancy suddenly stopped her shrieking, seemingly returning to normal before collapsing onto the cold street, the air around became still for a moment.

Soon after, a low murmur of whispers erupted in the street.

People exchanged puzzled and perplexed glances.

"What just happened?"

"Was she cursed? Can she return to normal?"

Such questions spread among the crowd, all trying to comprehend this abrupt change.

Meanwhile, the Executioner Squad, who had been about to deal with the Cursed Demon Clan in Frenzy Transformation, found themselves hesitating.

Their weapons were not yet fully lowered as they communicated with glances, and eventually, everyone’s gaze converged on Sergeant Nigel, the executioner, waiting for him to make a decision.

At that moment, the whole street fell into a strange silence, everyone waiting for directions or an explanation.

The executioner, Sergeant Nigel, stood in the cold night breeze that blew down the long street, his gaze shifting from the collapsed Lixancy to the gathered crowd, then to Lanci and Talia, his expression complex and inscrutable.

Inside his heart, indecision and struggle were like two conflicting currents pulling at him.

On one hand, as an officer under a Senate Duke, he had the responsibility to protect the people and maintain order, but on the other, the sudden turn of events made it difficult for him to judge Lixancy’s true condition—had she really returned to normal?

Or was this just a brief respite in her berserk state?

Nigel’s internal battle was not unfounded.

Women and children could afford mistakes, but he could not.

Professor Bolao’s curse—

So far, the only known way to lift it was by the caster himself.

The Senate had been trying all means to track down the caster and the key clues to the recent magical chaos caused by the Demon Race.

Nigel’s instincts and logic told him that these two could not possibly be the casters.

If news spread that these two could break the curse, they might find themselves drawn into even greater trouble.

In Nigel’s eyes, these two foreigners bore no prejudice or ill will toward the Demon Race.

But others who hadn’t witnessed this chaos firsthand might not see it that way.

Nigel’s gaze rested on Lanci.

This young man who had appeared so suddenly was to him an unknown variable and possibly a glimmer of hope in solving the curse case of Professor Bolao.

Nigel tried to find answers in Lanci’s expressions and actions.

However, faced with Lanci’s inscrutable demeanor, Nigel was filled with uncertainty.

"Do I need to come with you, Sergeant?"

After a lengthy wait, Lanci, looking into the executioner’s eyes, tentatively asked.

He really did not want to go to jail.

If an issue could be negotiated, he preferred to talk it out rather than deciding impulsively and acting first as Talia did.

At least for now, the sergeant seemed willing to communicate.

"I have no right to arrest the two of you. Just go, I’ll handle the aftermath here."

Nigel’s sharp gaze fell on Lanci as he answered.

Lanci exhaled in relief.

"Don’t worry, I won’t harm her. She’s an important witness, but I can’t guarantee what The Senate will rule regarding this incident,"

Nigel glanced at Lixancy on the ground and added.

If he took these two back with him, he didn’t know how the other executioners would judge, which might endanger them.

The most important thing now was to make a decisive plan and minimize the chaos as quickly as possible.

After all, executioners weren’t exactly creatures fond of the spotlight.

"I believe you,"

Lanci nodded.

The sergeant looked like the upright sort.

And Talia had figured out he wasn’t lying.

Nigel flicked a card from his fingertips, which Lanci deftly caught with his hand.

"…"

Lanci looked at the card—it was the executioner Nigel’s business card with his work address.

The implication was that he could seek him out there.

The executioner Nigel and his subordinates vanished from the square as if they had never been there, and Lixancy, still unconscious, was taken away as well.

Not long after, the street that had momentarily become the center of attention due to the unexpected event from the skies returned to normal.

"Was that a flash mob performance?"

"Doesn’t seem like it, it looked like real executioners just now."

"But isn’t Professor Bolao’s curse incurable? How could it possibly be reversed?"

The surrounding crowd buzzed with conversation.

But after exchanging a few guesses and comments about the sudden turn of events, most began to disperse gradually.

The commotion suspected to involve the officer corps had drawn the Parriet police’s attention.

In the night, Parriet officers, in uniform with badges, began their investigation and cleanup in the vicinity.

Some smiled dubiously, privately speculating whether this was a well-orchestrated event, and although they still harbored doubts, staying on served little purpose; the news tomorrow would tell.

With the dispersal of the pedestrians, the street quickly returned to the quiet of the night.

The night sky over Floral City Pariel remained as deep and beautiful as ever, with buildings emitting a warm light that illuminated every corner of the city.

After all the turmoil had settled, Lanci and Talia resumed their journey, heading north along the street.

Their checked luggage was still to be delivered to Pariet North Station; now they needed to retrieve their belongings from the airship.

The night in Floral City Pariet was filled with diverse sounds and colors, and with each district they passed, it felt like different stories were being told.

Though the recent event added unexpected twists to their night, Professor Bolao had said that any surprise could be considered an indispensable part of their journey if they wanted to build rapport.

"It seems like the problem is more or less solved,"

Lanci muttered, now free.

Fortunately, the executioner hadn’t treated them too harshly.

Somehow, as partners, they had a strangely harmonious dynamic, like a pile of chaotic code that inexplicably runs perfectly.

For now, at least, they didn’t have to spend the night in a cell.

In Pariet at night, any happenstance could become the next day’s headline.

"Simple as that."

```

Talia said flatly.

As Lanci and Talia delved into the night of Floral City Pariel, the moment they reached the main avenue with its open view, they were instantly captivated by the unique and stunning scenery of the city.

Even at night, the fairy-tale-like fragrance of flowers and the misty air hit them full in the face.

Pariel appeared even more mysterious and enchanting under the night sky, each streetlamp seeming to tell an ancient and romantic tale.

The streets were permeated with the city’s unique artistic essence and way of life; the old-fashioned street lamps cast a soft yellow glow, illuminating cobblestone-paved streets filled with historical traces.

"Tata, what I meant on the airship was for you to block the executioner’s attack for me, to show your strength, and then he would be wary of me, preferring negotiation over solving issues by force," Lanci explained to her.

Although explaining this to her now was pointless.

But consider it a review.

They both couldn’t afford to make mistakes next time.

Moreover, if they wanted to collaborate effectively on creating the card, understanding how to coordinate with each other in tacit agreement was quite important.

"I thought you’d already failed in negotiations and were ready for a quick battle," Talia said, walking alongside him and turning her head to look at him.

Only now did she realize Lanci had considered things to such complexity.

"I..."

Lanci choked up.

"By the way, who’s Sigrid?"

Talia suddenly asked.

She had previously tapped into Lanci’s thoughts.

He felt that Hyperion and Sigrid, his past partners, were teammates with perfect coordination.

She knew about Hyperion, and indeed, the teamwork between her and Lanci was seamless.

But she hadn’t heard of the name Sigrid before.

"She’s a type of older woman who’s very popular," Lanci replied seriously.

"..."

Talia didn’t know why.

But she felt that there was some innuendo in Lanci’s words.

Yet she couldn’t pinpoint any issues with them.

"Are there also types that aren’t popular?" she asked.

"You guess," Lanci responded with a brief smile.

On the spot, Talia captured Lanci.

Never mind the details—capture this guy first and ask questions later!

Lanci didn’t even have time to react.

"This is the fourth time you’ve pinned me to the ground!" Lanci protested indignantly.

And this was the fastest she had ever taken him down.

He had never been humiliated like this!

"Meow..."

Cat Boss jumped to the side, looking at Lanci.

You’ve been arrested again, Teacher Da Lan.

If you keep getting captured, you’re going to become the "Seven Times Captured Lanci" legend.

"What use is it for you to remember?"

Talia, with a hint of teasing in her eyes, bent down and whispered in his ear,

"If you can, why don’t you resist? Are you able to?"

The more Lanci struggled, the more she found this side of Lanci amusing, even going so far as to tease him by gently breathing into his ear.

Due to the commotion earlier on, local police officers from the Floral City Pariel precinct had already arrived.

Seeing the officers pass by them, the officers’ attention was drawn to them.

Talia immediately released Lanci.

The two of them stood somewhat awkwardly in front of the officer.

The officer seemed to be inquiring about details of the recent disturbance from witnesses.

"You two are a couple?" the officer inquired.

"How could that be?"

Lanci and Talia both rejected the idea at the same time.

"So what I saw wasn’t sweet nothings being exchanged?" the officer asked, surprised.

"Of course not!"

Both of them exclaimed loudly.

The officer chuckled at their reaction.

"Do you two understand that Floral City Pariel is the City of Civilisation? It’s been many years since I’ve seen a man and a woman fighting in public. Come with me."

Then rose-gold handcuffs clinked onto the wrists of a bewildered Lanci and Talia.

...

"Dear Hyperion,"

"I was arrested just after arriving in Floral City."

"But I swear I really didn’t want to cause trouble."

"Every time I think of the end of the story, I’m reminded of the beginning."

"The day I was arrested, I had not yet realized that this comedy of errors was just beginning."