ust five minutes, Ranchi had walked the paths of betrayal in the lives of two historical figures.Stay quiet.Stepping onto the stairs paved with solid stones, each step down produced a faint echo, like...Chapter 119: Ranchi's Tea Dao Talent

In the spacious atrium, with its three-tiered design, natural elements of wood and stone intertwine, complementing the dark furnishings around them. The space exudes a tranquil and elegant ambiance. 【Here I want readers to remember our domain name】

On one side of the lobby, there's a meeting area. A luxurious set of sofas and low coffee tables, accompanied by the soft glow of several floor lamps, make it seem as if time has slowed down here, filled with an indescribable sense of harmony.

At this moment, the three guests seated on the sofa were all descendants of high-ranking nobles from the kingdom of Hulton.

They waited here in silence, like the most distinguished guests in a private box at a concert. Even just sitting still, they carried an air of extraordinary presence.

"Your Highness Anor, Miss Hublyrian, Miss Sophia, so Ranchi's beloved friend is one of you."

Lawrence politely bowed slightly.

Lawrence obviously knew Prince Eanor, a regular visitor, and also knew the daughter of Duke Micah.

Lawrence wasn't surprised that Randy knew these aristocratic students from the Ecthelion Academy.

However.

Lawrence couldn't help but feel that the atmosphere was a bit off.

Prince Enol, his expression brimming with excitement, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

And on the single sofa to the left, Huberli sat with her head bowed low, staring nervously at her own shoes.

Countess Sophia seemed to be in a dream, still dazed.

It seems like the three of them aren't on the same page.

At this time, only Huberlian was the one who saw things clearly.

Realizing that Lance had finally arrived, she looked up at him, knowing that no questions could be asked now. All she had to do was get Lance out of this place as quickly as possible!

But.

Before Huberlians even started moving, Prince Enoll couldn't contain his eagerness. He leaped up from the sofa and rushed to give Lance a big hug, gripping his shoulders tightly as he anxiously inquired:

"My dearest friend! What rank have you been awarded"

Lanche didn't have time to speak.

The vice chairman Lawrence was beaming and said to Eleanor:

"Your Highness, as always, you have a keen eye for talent and cultivate many righteous connections. Our Heton Kingdom is about to gain another Platinum-level Card Maker."

"......"

Suddenly, Huberly's face turned as white as a sheet.

If Lance landed Silver today, it's not a big deal. Sophia would be at most slightly embarrassed.

If it were gold, Huberly would be very pleased and try to comfort Sophia. The problem wouldn't be so serious then.

But now.

Platinum Level.

Friend, this is a dead end.

Sophia felt as if she were being roasted over a fire, and Huberlian wanted to help but felt utterly helpless.

Platinum……

Sophia stared at Lance after hearing Lawrence's voice.

The boy who had seemed to be sitting right in front of her that morning, as if he were just across the table from her, now felt incredibly distant. Even his shadow stretched long and thin in the light cast by the streetlamps.

At this moment, Sophia recalled the words she had spoken to Eleanor, "I'm 17 years old and already a silver-ranked card maker. What about you" Her cheeks felt like they were gradually getting uncontrollably hot.

Standing there was a 16-year-old platinum-level card maker, leaving her in the dust.

Sophia's shoulders trembled slightly, her reddened eyes were already misting over.

At this moment, she only felt that the words she had spoken this morning had become a curse, echoing repeatedly in her ears, making her feel flustered and unable to escape.

She so badly wanted to find a hole in the ground, to crawl into and escape everything happening before her.

"Sophie, my father once said that card making is three parts skill and seven parts performance. The remaining ninety percent depends on the Goddess's mood..."

Huaiberlian looked at Sophia, her heart filled with anxiety. She slightly raised her hand, trying to touch Sophia, but she was afraid that she would shatter her if she touched her, so she hesitated and didn't dare reach out to her arm.

"An orange epic... isn't something you just make with luck and performance..."

Sophia's voice trembled, as if her tears were about to spill over and run down her cheeks.

She herself knew better than anyone that if her skill wasn't up to par, even if she maximized all other factors, it would be impossible to create a card of this caliber.

That is to say, Eleanor's vision was actually correct; she underestimated the young man far less than he thought.

She was even more acutely aware that in painting, her level was like a baby compared to Lance.

"…"

Huayberlian felt Sophia's eyes were already brimming with tears, and dared not stimulate her any further.

"Hyberlian, you... have you always known about his card-making and painting skills"

Sophia finally seemed to understand why Huberley had been so restless all along.

"No, Sophia, I truly don't know how he could be so outrageous..."

Huperlian said timidly.

This made Sophia tremble even harder.

Sophia wanted to hold back her tears, but the shame that was almost killing her inside was indescribable, because she had said those words in front of Eleanor and there was no taking them back.

Her cheeks grew increasingly flushed, and tears streamed down her face like broken beads.

Lastly, Sophia finally looked directly at Lance.

Lance's expression remained as gentle and kind as ever, with a hint of worry, like he didn't have an ounce of malice in his heart.

Such pity is more hurtful than mockery.

"Wah wah wah…"

Sophia burst into tears uncontrollably, stood up from the couch and ran away.

Arnold was dumbfounded. He looked at Lance in front of him, then at Sophia's retreating figure getting farther and farther away.

"Randy, congratulations, I..."

In his bewildered state, Arnold could only stutter a hesitant congratulations to Lance.

"Why are you congratulating me, quickly go chase after her!"

Lanchi shot Enrol several times in a row.

"Oh oh!"

Prince Eanor reacted quickly, readily agreeing and chasing after Sophia's direction.

That's how it was, with Vice President Lawrence completely clueless about what had happened.

Herberlian covered her eyes with both hands and bowed her head, feeling as if the goddess was watching them at this moment.

Lanche sighed and returned to Hyberlia's presence, a smile of relief tinged with helplessness on his face:

" Huberlian, Sophia shouldn't give you that bothersome look anymore. "

Hubley was taken aback by the words. She started to recall everything that had happened since this morning when she first arrived at the Association of Cardmakers.

"You... you wouldn't have acted badly on purpose just to protect me, would you"

She asked in a trembling voice.

"Oh I mean Sophia and Eleanor communicated telepathically, so they naturally won't misunderstand each other anymore."

"Lan Qi sounded like he was worried he might have done something wrong," he said.

" ... "

Hearing Lanchi's voice, Huberlian was stunned for a long time.

She no longer understands if Ranch is a black sheep, a white sheep, a clown, or a troublemaker.

If Lanchi is now really doing a character, she's got herself in deep.

She couldn't help but withdraw her hand and open her eyes to look at Lance's expression.

His emerald green eyes were still as gentle and clear as ever, his expression carrying a touch of natural confusion.

Hubberley felt a shiver run down her spine.

If Lancy was secretly grinning, she wouldn't think it was so bad.

But now just looking at Ranch's dazed and innocent expression, she felt like she had eaten a matcha cookie!

"Lanqi, it's a good thing you're not a girl, otherwise it would be really scary..."

Huperlan now can't tell if Lanchi is natural or green tea.

No wonder this guy is fearless in the face of a messy situation.

It turns out he was the top of the food chain all along!!

(The End)

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