Chapter 570: Mr. Lanqi's Past in the Demonic World

the next day.

The sky over the Demon King's City Nakaris was still dark blue, and dawn was not far away.

At about five o'clock, the weather outside began to change.

On the bay of Leith Island, there is a small wooden house with an exterior covered with ivy and beige walls showing through the emerald green. Behind the curtains, on one side of the bedroom, Lysandra slowly sat up from the bed.

“Huh.”

Her sleepy eyes looked a little confused, and she scratched her messy dark hair.

When she looked at the clock, she was so scared that she rolled off the bed, and began to wash and change her clothes. Only after she had straightened her long hair did she realize that she could get up a little later today. Mr. McCarthy had promised to take her to the palace yesterday.

However, she didn't know whether Mr. McCarthy would be too busy to take her there, so she had originally planned to get up early at a normal time to make preparations.

Now we can only pray that Mr. McCarthy is free today.

She straightened her coat, picked up her bag, and hurried out of the cabin.

There were a few strange-shaped dark clouds on the horizon, drifting back and forth in the weak morning breeze.

Normally, the sky might start to turn blue around five o'clock in July, but today it seems particularly dark.

Originally, Lisandra was planning to go to the mansion next door to ask how to find Mr. McCarthy quickly. Unexpectedly, just after locking the door, she saw an amber magical vehicle parked outside her courtyard.

It was still the familiar face from yesterday, leaning on the driver's seat, looking at the night sky where the stars had not yet dispersed.

Maybe he came out to determine which part of the sky in the Demon Realm belonged to him, or maybe he was looking at the faint blue light coming from the palace across the bay.

The setting moon still illuminated the trees, and the garden of the neighboring mansion was brightly lit again at five or six o'clock, but the laughter and bustle of last night were long gone.

McCarthy's glowing lines looked like petals on his handsome face, and his hair was smooth as if it was trimmed every week.

Lysandra could not see any evil in him, he just looked quietly across the sea.

Maybe it was because he never drank, but he was completely different from the guests in the palace restaurant yesterday. The more they drank and laughed, the more solemn he seemed.

Lysandra suddenly discovered.

Perhaps every morning, McCarthy would be downstairs in the palace, looking at a beam of aurora across the bay, as if trying to catch something, and on the other side was the pure land he wanted, which belonged to his heart.

Soon, McCarthy realized that Lisandra had arrived.

Out of courtesy, McCarthy got out of the car and saluted her.

Lysandra also nodded quickly and walked over quickly.

"Um, sir, are you waiting for me?"

Lisandra couldn't help but ask.

"I just got here a while ago. It seems like a coincidence."

Lanqi turned around, put his hands in his pockets, and said with a smile.

Lysandra nodded, followed the direction indicated by Lanqi's raised hand, and sat in the passenger seat.

If it were any other day, she would probably be late, but today, with Mr. McCarthy giving her a ride, she still had plenty of time.

She felt that the other party had been waiting for a long time, but still said that he had just arrived.

"Are we going to switch to the sea magic device later?"

Lysandra asked him again.

The streamlined magic vehicle she and McCarthy were sitting in now was amber in color, as beautiful as the princess's eyes, with long and elegant lines. Inside were wardrobe boxes, food boxes and tool boxes, and the layered windshields reflected the multiple light and shadows of the street lamps, which was in line with her imagination of a wealthy man.

"No, it can drive directly on the sea."

Lanqi replied comfortably.

He stepped on the accelerator skillfully, and the vehicle began to accelerate along the road towards the seaside.

Once again, Lysandra felt the power of money.

She originally thought that McCarthy was a mysterious and legendary demon, but this impression gradually faded away, and now she was more inclined to see him as a wealthy neighbor.

He is special, but not as special as you might imagine.

However, this trip in the same car made Lysandra gradually realize that it was a bit awkward.

Yesterday, I agreed to let him take me to work.

In fact, their relationship is not that close.

At best, he is just a demon I just met.

I have just been taken care of by him, and I asked him for help again.

Now that we are alone, I feel like I have nothing to say.

"Ms. Lysandra, what kind of demon do you think I am?"

As if he noticed with his peripheral vision that Lisandra clutched her handbag a little embarrassment, Lanqi was the first to break the silence in the car.

"I think... you are a very good demon, much more friendly than I thought, and you don't have the airs of a noble."

That was all Lysandra could say in reply.

"I don't want you to misunderstand me because of those gossips. There may be a lot of rumors about me in Naikaris recently, but you have to know that gossip will change a little bit every time it is spread, and in the end it can only be said that it has almost nothing to do with the facts."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Lanqi held the steering wheel and said to Lisandra.

Lysandra nodded.

Apparently, McCarthy himself had heard the rumors being discussed among the demons around his palace's dining room.

"Is it true that you were a spy during the war?"

Lysandra asked curiously.

"You could say I have been one, but not in the way the rumors say."

Lanci admitted.

"So...you went to Purgatory Corridor Academy?"

Lisandra didn't expect McCarthy to admit it, so she became interested and continued asking.

These things might interest the princess.

After all, the princess was originally a student of Purgatory Corridor Academy, although she dropped out in the end and fled to the human kingdom.

"Of course, but... it's not quite the same as the rumors."

As he spoke, Lanqi glanced at Lisandra from time to time.

This made Lisandra unable to tell whether McCarthy was lying or not. He seemed to be hesitant to speak, as if he had a secret that he couldn't tell. But she could also vaguely hear that McCarthy had some unusually deep feelings for that school.

"Which class are you from? Who was the principal at that time?"

Lysandra asked casually.

We just need to confirm with the princess and we will basically know whether what McCarthy said is true or not.

"Well, that was twenty years ago..."

Lanqi's voice was a little difficult.

“…”

Lysandra tried hard to suppress her laughter.

The lies he told were so trite that Lisandra couldn't bear to ask any more questions.

Then they talked about his self-made business journey, etc., which was very different from what Lisandra heard in the restaurant last night, but it was not difficult to find that what McCarthy said himself was indeed the original version of the rumor. Without this original version, the rumor would certainly not have been born.

However, she found that Mr. McCarthy had no intention of lying to her from beginning to end, and his words were very conservative. Perhaps he talked to her about these topics to entertain him just to make her relax.

It is indeed very easy to communicate with McCarthy. He seems to naturally consider the feelings of his friends around him.

If she were an ordinary girl, she would probably fall in love with him very quickly.

But Lysandra knew her own worth and felt that McCarthy was simply being kind to her and didn't care whether she was a man or a woman.

Of course, it is precisely because of McCarthy's natural attitude that one day he may really fall in love with a girl and take good care of her because he likes her. That girl will also misunderstand love as friendship based on the principle of not having excessive self-consciousness.

(End of this chapter)