Lanchi's Imperial Career

Lanchi walked along the fourth-floor inner corridor of Elliot Hall, the central building complex of Saint Krui Di Monastery.

The corridor surrounded all four sides, forming a majestic arched loop.

He walked while memorizing the map.

He noticed that whenever a crossroads was about to become a dead end, a sign would appear beside the wall: "Turn Ahead."

After turning each corner, the view ahead would invariably open up into a bright and spacious scene.

The words "Turn Ahead" repeatedly assaulted his eyes and gradually knocked on the door to his heart.

So it turned out that there were no people who were inherently bad with directions in this world—only people who didn't know how to turn.

"You..."

Talia listened to Lanchi's thoughts, wanting to ask something but stopping herself.

She always felt that Lanchi was carrying out a mission, but not her mission.

The more familiar she became with Lanchi, the more she felt that there were traces left behind by other people on this man.

"When you went to the Northern Continent, what exactly did you do besides working on your research?"

Talia, who had originally paid little attention to Lanchi's stories, finally became somewhat interested.

"I was just focused on my research the whole time."

Lanchi was baffled, not knowing why Talia had suddenly asked him that.

"..."

Talia realized that he was indeed telling the truth.

But she still vaguely felt that Lanchi had been far too adept at living in a foreign land.

"How do you usually focus on your research?"

Talia asked tentatively.

"Improving my professional abilities, honing my practical skills, and striving to satisfy my superior."

Lanchi thought for a moment before answering.

"..."

"Then improve properly and practice your skills properly. Try to satisfy me a little more and let me enjoy