The Poet of Great Love is Very Happy

Now, Lanchi not only had to continue paying Talia 3 Pounds a day in wages, but he also owed Talia a huge sum of tens of thousands of Pounds.

Because the value of the Epic card [Poet of Great Love] was too difficult to estimate, Lanchi and Talia finally negotiated the production fee to be 75,000 Pounds of Southern Kingdom Allied Currency. The card would first belong to Lanchi, and he would need to repay the full amount within ten years, plus the corresponding interest, as stipulated in a contract.

If the core material of this card, [Poem of Compassion], hadn't been provided by Lanchi, and if Lanchi hadn't also participated in the key steps of card making, the price would likely have had another zero added, and Lanchi wouldn't have been able to acquire this card.

But even the amount of 75,000 Pounds was difficult for even the Wilford Merchant Guild to produce directly in liquid cash.

Lanchi couldn't pay it off temporarily and could only wait for him to slowly earn money to repay Talia.

Calculated at a compound annual interest rate of 4%, to pay off the fixed amount in 10 years, he would need to repay Talia at least 9247 Pounds per year. If he couldn't pay it back, with late fees, the principal and interest would snowball.

So [Poet of Great Love] was truly expensive.

For her, Lanchi even had to take out a mortgage.

Of course, Lanchi wouldn't suffer a loss. In a sense, he had firmly tied Talia to his side again.

Originally, Talia only planned to teach Lanchi until Tier 3 and then leave.

Now, because Talia wanted to get back this huge debt, she not only had to protect Lanchi but also had to help Lanchi, who could freely sell Cards in human society, quickly earn enough wealth to repay the debt!

As long as he owed Talia enough money, she would protect him.

She hadn't even realized that their guardian and master-disciple contract would also naturally continue!

Lanchi's abacus clicked loudly in his heart as he thought with a smile.

However, at this moment, [Poet of Great Love] had not consciously transformed back into a Magic Card for a long time.

"This kind of opponent is too weak."

The Poet of Great Love walked towards Lanchi, slightly tilting her proud head and letting out a silver bell-like laugh.

Although she and Talia had similar appearances, their temperaments were completely opposite.

Compared to the cold and dignified Talia, who kept people at a distance, [Poet of Great Love]'s every frown and smile was like the warm sun in spring, but in the depths of her eyes, there was a hint of cunning and arrogance that couldn't be hidden.

Seeing the torment Ferrat was enduring, she seemed very happy and didn't even bother to pretend.

"Friendship first, respect your opponent."

Lanchi quickly closed his eyes and shook his head, silently muttering "sin, sin."

It wasn't strange for Epic-level summoned beings to have independent consciousness.

But [Poet of Great Love]'s own combat attributes were even weaker than ordinary Tier 1 summoned beings. When her special effects couldn't be utilized, she was useless for combat except as a mascot.

"Alright, turn back into a Magic Card, Poet of Great Love."

Lanchi waved at [Poet of Great Love].

However.

[Poet of Great Love] didn't seem to want to turn back into a Card so quickly. It was rare for her to be able to come out and stretch her legs.

So she slowly sauntered over to Lanchi.

"Hey, I say, when are we going to torment enemies again next time?"

After dropping the pretense of purity, the Poet of Great Love no longer had any trace of the innocent girl she had seemed before. Her eyes narrowed like a fox's, and she asked with a grin,

"Cough!"

Lanchi's eyebrow twitched when he heard this, and he quickly coughed twice.

"Tormenting our citizens is an illegal act, involving the crime of abuse as written in the Hutton Codex. Don't talk nonsense."

Lanchi explained seriously,

"I have no intention of breaking the law. I am participating in the national exam through normal strategy."

"?"

The Poet of Great Love frowned and was stunned for two seconds.

She blinked, staring at Lanchi's bright, emerald-green eyes, feeling only immense clarity.

This person seemed to genuinely be explaining the law, not speaking some kind of underworld slang.

"Tsk."

Clicking her tongue inwardly, the Poet of Great Love dispersed into points of light, re-condensing in Lanchi's hand, transforming back into a Magic Card shrouded in faint orange mist.

"Weak master, you need to become stronger quickly so I can stay outside freely and enjoy myself."

A few crisp echoes of the Poet of Great Love's sweet laughter lingered in the empty grassland.

Lanchi put away the Magic Card, shaking his head helplessly.

Even if he had infinite Mana, he wouldn't let this troublemaker run around and do whatever she pleased for fun.

She was perfectly capable of instantly turning a place dense with negative emotions into Arkham Asylum.

While summoned creatures with independent consciousness could indeed act autonomously with only Mana provided, it was often the case that high-level summoned creatures could become good helpers for their owners, even taking care of them.

But the Poet of Great Love had an extremely wicked personality.

Aside from situations where she could torment and tease people, she barely listened to Lanchi.

"Next time I summon you, it will definitely be for good deeds and accumulating merit."

Lanchi secretly vowed in his heart.

The Poet of Great Love was a Magic Card that could bring joy and happiness to everyone.

Forcibly calming the enemy's anger could also be called healing others.

Today was still a day full of merit.

After recalling the summoned creature, the little angel Lanchi exited the artificial Shadow World.

Learning and Education Building, Seventh Floor Atrium Examination Hall.

The spacious open area was surrounded by towering glass curtain walls. The faint golden circular light column from the dome was like the focal point of the atrium, extending from the ground to the ceiling. Through the circular opening, sunlight and air flowed freely.

The sun was already high in the sky at this moment. The clear water surface of the atrium pool shimmered with ripples, and the surrounding greenery reflected in the pool, making Lanchi, who had just returned to the atrium examination hall from the Shadow World, feel incredibly comfortable.

However, Lanchi looked around and found that Teacher Theresa, who was originally in charge of the examination hall, was nowhere to be seen.

Normally, Teacher Theresa, who was responsible for this area, should have spent a little more time explaining the matters related to enrollment after passing the exam.

But Lanchi quickly noticed a stretcher being hurriedly carried away by medical personnel outside the examination hall, as well as the busy back of Teacher Theresa communicating with them. He quickly understood.

Teacher Theresa seemed to be busy dealing with the aftermath of Examiner Ferrat, so she could only temporarily leave the examination hall for a short while.

So the situation was that the second group of candidates, who were supposed to start soon, were also left waiting in the examination hall with no one in charge to manage them.

"Oh dear, if I had come out earlier, I could have helped out."

Lanchi, being warm-hearted and eager to help, would definitely lend a hand if his opponent needed to be carried away on a stretcher.

"..."

In the examination hall, Hughberlian, who inadvertently heard Lanchi's murmur, couldn't help but look at him.

If Ferrat had still been faintly conscious just now,

seeing Lanchi come to help him onto the stretcher,

he would probably have been so angered he'd faint immediately...

Hughberlian now strongly suspected that Lanchi was particularly cunning.

But observing his sincere and innocent expression, she felt it wasn't the case.

He really was a bit naturally naive.