Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

"Hmm? There’s an option to interrogate the townspeople; did Lankros really consider this back then?"

Talia mused with confusion after reading.

The upright and dignified Lankros she had imagined suddenly seemed a bit more like Lanci.

"I wouldn’t do such a thing, alright."

Lanci felt that this was Talia’s prejudice against him, responding in his mind.

"Well, that makes sense."

Talia thought for a moment and agreed.

She felt that Lanci would choose a more elegant way to interrogate.

After all, in Talia’s impression, Lanci never dirtied his hands nor touched blood.

But he had too many ways to make people suffer.

"I will talk to them nicely about dreams and the future, making them willingly fall in love with me, forming a collective consciousness."

Lanci was contemplating how he would eliminate options and provide the best solution if he faced this issue.

He had a knack for catching traitors.

Back at Lichtenstein Castle, he had exposed those two impostors.

"Is that what you call dreams and the future?"

Talia questioned him.

That’s freaking pyramid selling and brainwashing.

"..."

Lanci sat in the church of Liermu Town in Hansabec Province, hesitating in face of the old Town Mayor’s question.

His gaze was directed not only at the Town Mayor but also at the Rose Window behind him.

It was a critical event triggered; he couldn’t choose option A to do nothing and spoil it.

Interrogating the townspeople was too much.

"Take on the commission then."

Without discussing much with Talia, Lanci still chose option C.

According to Talia’s thoughts, that’s probably what she would have chosen too.

His gaze moved to the third option on the Rose Window, and he nodded.

[You received a commission in a small town on the border of Hansabec Province in the central region of the Huo Ning Empire.]

[Disregarding the time you have left and not caring whether you can return home, you are convinced that important matters lie ahead; irrelevant things don’t concern you, and you begin your investigation.]

The transparent text on the Mirror of Tiberius on the Rose Window started to stretch out like worms.

Lanci’s perspective began to change.

[In this place named Hansabec Province, there is a city-state with a long history — Soren.]

Located in the northern part of Hansabec, the noon sun shone through the stained glass casting a splendid light, illuminating Soren City’s beautifully quaint architecture. Your next journey awaits at NovelBin.Côm

On this day, Soren welcomed a traveling merchant.

The traveling merchant Randall had gentle eyes and facial features, his plain gray attire making him inconspicuous.

Though he appeared to be just a merchant, he possessed unknowable power.

[The first step of your investigation, you directly headed to the Prosperous Age Business Association branch in Soren City representing "Randall."]

[Here you could access many conveniences, not only gathering information through hearsay but also directly purchasing intelligence.]

As Lanci stepped into the door of the Business Association, he heard the hushed whispers of the tradesmen of Soren City.

"Did you hear that last night someone saw the silhouette of Demon People in the forests on the outskirts of Viok City?"

"Demon People? Aren’t those the creatures only found in rumors? Do they even exist?"

"Who knows? It seems it’s no longer just rumors; the number of witnesses and victims is increasing, and the Empire can no longer suppress the news."

[You listened to the people’s chattering, walking through the crowd.]

"Tsk, with the Blood Clan around, what’s there to fear? Those Demon People couldn’t possibly rise up and kill us all."

Some people scoffed at this.

To them, Demon People were merely rumors concocted by the ignorant, absurd and preposterous.

Often in such times, everyone could not distinguish the true from the false, holding various views on facts that could cause panic.

Lanci silently walked in this Business Association.

Not voicing any opinion.

"If the rumors have spread to this extent, then they are most likely true."

Talia said to Lanci.

As someone who had personally experienced the situation in Floral City Pariel, she was more than familiar with these circumstances.

Demon People should be real.

Moreover, the severity of the problem far surpassed that of Poseen Kingdom’s Floral City Pariel.

But she also couldn’t understand where these Demon People were coming from.

Logically, Lankros should have been the last of the Demon People.

"Then we must capture a Demon People to see."

Lanci was convinced that fulfilling the old Town Mayor’s commission and Lankros’s own objective did not conflict.

As long as he could find traces of the Demon People and meet with them, some puzzles would naturally be solved.

And in the accelerated simulation of the Mirror of Tiberius, he should be able to see the outcome soon.

[You presented your Business Association credentials at the counter, immediately receiving the highest level of service; the local branch manager invited you to the VIP room for a detailed discussion.]

...

The luxurious VIP room at the top of the Business Association.

Several merchants dressed in fine attire were sitting around a low mahogany coffee table having a conversation.

"Speaking of which, the rumors about the Demon People sure add some intrigue. The experts in my mansion are already discussing what the Demon People look like."

One rich merchant joked.

"In our city, it’s actually not too bad, it’s mainly in the more southern city-state, Viok City, that Demon People seem to have really appeared."

"There’s almost no mistake, those are Demon People."

Today, a high-ranking inspector from outside the city-state named Randall came to the city-state’s Business Association; wanting to learn more about the Demon People, the manager gathered them here to get acquainted with Mr. Randall.

As prominent elites of the city-state, they often had the most immediate access to intelligence.

"Utterly foolish."

A middle-aged man with a hooked nose scoffed sarcastically,

"Demon People are just stories made up by lunatics, good enough to fool three-year-old children."