into Lance's bedroom, lingering in the pleasant morning light.Since I borrowed this codex from the border library and brought it back to my table, two weeks have passed.These days, the books on his de...Chapter 152: Lance Said There Should Be Light

At this hour, close to midnight, the sky had already fallen into darkness.

Lichtenstein Castle and the surrounding mountains were shrouded in mist and the shadows of the moon.

Ground floor lobby.

The chill of autumn tried to seep through the castle's thick stone walls, but was held back by the warmth of the hearth. All in the banquet hall were enveloped in a cozy and lively atmosphere.

In the distance of the banquet table, near the entrance to the cathedral, stood Count Palocas. His figure was solitary and stern, his unique aura casting a heavy stillness upon the surrounding air.

"……"

The other party obviously knew he was coming, yet they still acted as if they had never seen him before.

A sense of bewilderment, a feeling of unfulfilled longing, and a sensation of being tricked as if punching at air left Count Palocas with a self-deprecating smile.

He had never seen such an arrogant lowlife.

But it's interesting.

It is obvious that not everyone at the dinner table was as elegant and composed as the black-haired, green-eyed man seated at the head.

The only ones with good acting skills were the cool young man with graying hair and mirrored sunglasses, and the red-skirted female demon with gray hair and a seductive smile. They both seemed genuinely fearless as well.

Others, some subtle movements can reveal to what extent they are nervous, their uneven acting skills expose the pretense of this group of humans without reservation.

"Why does your expression look so serious"

Lanche raised his cup, smiling at Count Palocas, this unexpected guest.

He did not intend to blame Count Pakaros for intruding on their dinner party without permission.

"Do you know that a beloved one of mine died here"

Count Palocas did not rush to remove the head of Ranch, but questioned him like he was questioning his subjects.

This little bug looks like the most fun, he has plenty of time to adjust his cooking tonight.

She was down in the dumps for a while and chose to indulge herself. I'm very sorry about that.

Lanche's eyebrows drooped slightly, as if reminiscing about the appearance and demeanor of the fallen saint.

He was unable to save the student who had gone astray.

Lanche knew that his kind of personality might be considered too saintly by others.

But Lan Chi didn't mind. Compassion is a thorny path, and malice as well as kindness can bring harm.

"…"

Hubert peeked at Lance furtively, too afraid to speak!

She felt that this guy was definitely thinking about some really inappropriate things, he wasn't afraid of hell at all.

Count Palocas smiled and, in a teasing manner, asked Lance:

"Well, then how about you all do as you please"

Palocas was already silently counting, each word from Lanchi made the begging sound of this human tonight a notch louder in his mind.

Lance was silent for a moment, as if he had encountered a very serious question.

A moment later, he spoke again.

"Inciting, coercing, or luring others to commit suicide is a criminal act, constituting premeditated murder or intentional injury, Count Palokas"

Lance was still sitting there, looking languid, but it was completely different from before.

"Don't you understand In the Ho Ning Empire, blood races are the law itself. The human laws you speak of are nothing but rules games your kind play by."

Count Palocas found the human's speech truly interesting, delightfully mad.

It's childish and ridiculous, like a little kid whining and trying to get an adult to intervene.

"Is that so..."

Lanche lowered his eyes and whispered, his emerald green eyes like gemstones shimmering with an eerie light, clear and bright.

"To speak like that, it seems every one of you vampires is a lawless brute."

"!

"

Although his voice and expression didn't change at all, Ranch came to this conclusion.

But Huberly, sitting on the side of the long table, knew—

Count Palokas has caused a big mess!!

From now on, Lance will automatically have the upper hand legally against any vampire.

With things at this point, Ranchi seemed to have grown tired of playing with Count Palocas and lost interest in him.

"Come on, Principal, give me a chance to challenge you."

Ranch sat like a king on his throne, looking down upon Count Palocas.

" …Challenge you"

This made Count Palocas keep a smile on his face, but the veins on his forehead still jumped.

He hadn't even opened his mouth before this group of humans began to struggle, and this creature commanded him as if it were in charge.

The human before this apparently had called him "Xiao Pa" as well, and he certainly hadn't forgotten that.

Paloakas finally understood, Lance's arrogance wasn't an act, this human truly had never looked at him from the start!

"Little Blood Clan, now you can still run away, right"

Even the great poet, a man of poetry and love, was chuckling with amusement as he tilted his head back, gesturing toward the fire like a mockingbird. He appeared utterly unconcerned about Palocaras' presence, treating him like a pathetic alpha male who posed no real threat.

Count Palocas's body froze instantly. He stared at the little imp, feeling his blood pressure rise sharply. The terrifying sense of oppression that followed seemed to threaten to shatter the ground!

The air around them instantly condensed, becoming thick and heavy with a bone-chilling cold. The frigid air pressed down on them, like icy shackles, making it hard to breathe.

His body began to tremble, not from fear or cold, but from the raging fire of fury burning within him, forging a ferocious beast about to unleash itself.

The provocatively captivating voice of the great poet finally drove Count Palocas, who had been suppressing his anger since entering the church, to an irrepressible outburst!

The next second, Count Palocas' figure suddenly drew a long trail in the air, charging towards the banquet table with fury. His speed was as swift as the deathly claws of the Grim Reaper in the night!

Paloakas' eyes gleamed with a ferocity that intensified the red within them, deepening until it threatened to consume all light.

He naturally knew the other party might have some trump cards!

But under the power of his 【Blood Frenzy】, any human trickery seemed weak and pathetic!

……

The thick night enveloped the Icerite Academy, and in this late hour, the Gera Memorial Square became the only light in the entire campus.

In the center of the square, the open-air transparent curtain bathed in white light continued to display live footage. The minute hand on the clock tower pointed straight up to the top at the stroke of midnight, as if its rhythm pierced through the silent night sky, announcing the beginning of a new day.

However, the atmosphere in the square seemed to have reached a critical point. The students' faces were no longer filled with laughter and joy, but rather with a deep solemnity, even tinged with sadness and despair.

They knew that the open-air screen would soon display a scene of extreme brutality, a serious accident for the Ikritere Academy.

"Lanchi, you're so clueless! Now even if he had some scheme, it wouldn't work."

The vampire clan's powers were beyond imagination, they were simply unlucky enough to encounter someone who specialized in countering flashy displays.

Many students began to avoid eye contact, or looked down. Some closed their eyes, some bit their lips, and some prayed silently.

Although they have a bad impression of the student council bully trio, these three are ultimately the face of new students in the school.

The Blood Clan Earl had arrived, his eyes blazing with malice. Those gathered around the banquet table froze in place, like puppets controlled by fate, unable to resist the tragedy that was about to unfold.

At this moment when blood is about to be shed.

A lone figure stood apart on the road at the edge of the square, distinctly different from the students who walked with heads bowed and averted gazes. His eyes were fixed on the open-air screen with growing satisfaction.

Seeing the Blood Clan Earl thoroughly enraged and the challengers still helpless, Modan could no longer contain his laughter. It wasn't an ordinary laugh, but one of victory and pity, full of enjoyment at the suffering others were about to endure.

Just when everyone thought the Shadow World was coming to an end.

The clock hands also pointed to midnight.

Lichtenstein Castle, at the head of the banquet table in the Hall of Saints.

Lan Qi held his chin in one hand and rested the other on the table, his mouth still as calm as if he had always been wielding lightning.

His knuckles lightly tapped the tabletop, and on the napkin lay that epic magic card, pulsing with an orange electric cocoon!

Suddenly.

A radiance as brilliant as the sun instantly filled the entire cathedral!

In an instant, the world transformed into a pure white realm of light, as if it were about to burst forth from the stained glass windows and rose windows, bathing the Lichtenstein Castle on the cliff in a shimmering, rainbow-like haze!

A round halo of light, like the rising sun, filled the entire cathedral. Under the blessings of this radiance, the earth itself seemed to warm.

Here it is!

Like ripples cast by a pure white nation in the middle of day, the twelve o'clock chime also rang out accompanied by music.

In the hallowed sanctuary, as the bells tolled twelve resounding chimes, Count Palocas felt his brain being rattled to pieces like a clockwork mechanism malfunctioning at high noon!

Count Palocas, still plummeting, clutched his eyes in agony as if they were pierced by a thousand needles. He crashed to the ground, unbalanced.

"No, impossible!!! "

In that instant, although Count Pallock would have preferred to believe the light that stung his eyes was merely a hallucination, the truth was undeniable: his strength had dwindled to one tenth of its former power!

Even the sun's power seemed to be refracting and amplifying endlessly within the sanctuary, threatening to give him a feeling of being scorched beyond the terror of noon under the blazing sun!

"Ahhhhh, my power! Why—why can you make the sun appear at night What are you!! "

Accompanied by the Earl of Palocas' heart-wrenching screams, the executioner and male guards had already put on their goggles.

"Wow, she's a goddess!"

"Hee hee hee!"

In their eyes, a hint of chaos remained. The clergymen picked up their weapons and approached the count like merciless butchers.

At the far end of the long banquet table, Lance sat in the main seat, unmoving, with a closed-eyed smile.

"A day's plan lies in the morning. Young people should go to bed early and wake up early, adjust their biological clocks, otherwise they will be upside down all day long, sleeping at home during the day and going out at night, their hearts may easily become gloomy."

Lanchi listened to Count Palocas's heart-wrenching cries under the radiance of virtuous light and sighed.

He always felt that the blood clan had one big flaw.

That's because of a poor sleep schedule.

This is not only bad for both physical and mental health, but it can also easily set a bad example and have a negative impact on young people.

Lynch actually likes vampires too. As headmaster, he always advocates for inclusivity in education.

Therefore, his goal was to first help all the blood races regulate their biological clocks.

Today's two chapters have more words than the usual three. If I had ended it just before the count began fighting, I estimate I would have been scolded severely... So I was scared and got up in the middle of the night and wrote six thousand words straight.

Daddies, please give Xigouzi some monthly votes! Xi will try her best to update more!

(The End)

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