LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 388: There Have Been Many Lances in History
No wonder he had been single for over a thousand years; the little guy's mouth didn't match his face or his figure.
Every part of this little guy was high-quality, except for his mouth, which was low-tier. However, the little guy's perceptiveness and alertness were quite strong. From the moment she appeared before him, he figured she had come for him.
"Ah? How come there's someone here? I apologize, Lord Viscount. It's our mistake; we... we didn't realize there would be guests here, I... I..."
"Don't be nervous. Having someone here to chat with me now and then is nice. Off you go, there's no need to blame yourself."
Only then did the waiter, who had come to deliver the black tea, notice that someone had taken a seat in Lord Viscount's exclusive spot. The guest was a new face, likely a tourist visiting Saint Blue City, unaware that this spot was reserved for Lord Viscount.
How strange. She didn't realize when this woman had shown up here. In her memory... she didn't recall ever serving such a guest.
Could it be another colleague who had served this guest?
No, that couldn't be right; all the other colleagues knew this spot was reserved for Lord Viscount.
They would never seat guests here, sometimes even explicitly informing the guests.
The vast majority of guests would understand.
Fortunately, Lord Viscount didn't mind.
After placing the tea on the table, the waiter bowed to Lance and walked away.
Lance poured himself a cup of black tea and turned to look outside the window, where the ground was wet from the drizzling rain, patches of white and black, where the white was unmelted snowflakes...
Children had already gathered in the square, playing with the snow with little shovels.
"It looks like you really like children."
"Who doesn't like cute kids? I like rambunctious ones too because they're no burden to discipline."
"I like what you're saying. I also enjoy disciplining rowdy kids. Like when you just called me an old woman, it made me feel like hitting you."
Lance glanced at the red-haired woman opposite him, lifted his cup, and took a sip of the warm tea. One would think this woman was his elder by the way she spoke.
Comparing him to a rambunctious child? This woman was a bit overconfident about her age.
"You appearing here means you've come for me?"
Lance looked away, not wanting to continue playing guessing games with the red-haired woman before him. What he could affirm was that this woman was purely human, and very strong.
Possibly even stronger than Bronze Giant Dragon Phillips, but as to whether she was as strong as Holy Golden Giant Dragon Constandy, it was hard to say; he didn't feel any divinity from this woman.
Generally speaking, without divinity, no matter how strong one is, they are still within those limits, but this red-haired woman gave him a sense that... she had broken through those limits.
Like him, without having condensed divinity or ignited the Divine Fire, yet possessing the qualifications to battle a Holy Giant Dragon.
Ancient Temple?!
Lance suddenly recalled what Sacred Golden Giant Dragon Constandy had mentioned to him before leaving—the Ancient Temple.
This woman in front of him... perhaps she came from the Ancient Temple.
Such a coincidence?
Just as Constandy had mentioned the Ancient Temple to him, a member appeared in Saint Blue City?
No.
It shouldn't be like that.
Rather than such speculation, Lance was more inclined to believe that Holy Golden Giant Dragon Constandy had sensed the presence of a member of the Ancient Temple in advance and had discussed it with him beforehand, informing him of the existence of the Ancient Temple.
It definitely wasn't the coincidence he had previously imagined.
Such coincidences were too contrived.
Only a long-premeditated plan would make sense.
Otherwise, how could one explain this woman sitting in his exclusive spot, waiting for him?
She must have collected information about him in advance.
This was getting interesting.
Could the Ancient Temple figure out he was Black Dragon?
There was an inexplicable sense of anticipation.
"Hadn't you guessed when you sat down? Then why not guess... why I have sought you out?"
The red-haired woman picked up a glass of red wine, gently swirling it, and looked at Lance with a smirk that wasn't quite a smile. The Viscount of Saint Blue City was an interesting person.
"Are you a member of the Ancient Temple?"
The red-haired woman smiled and took a sip of her wine: "It was that old fogey, the Holy Golden Giant Dragon Constandy, who told you, right?"
The red-haired woman wasn't surprised at all that Lance knew of the Ancient Temple. In all of Saint Blue, besides Holy Golden Giant Dragon Constandy, no other existence would inform Lance that there was such a place as the Ancient Temple.
Even the Little Saintess of the War God Holy Mountain might not know of the Ancient Temple's existence.
The Pope of War God Holy Mountain, however, was aware.
"What's your name?"
Seeing the red-haired woman acknowledge, Lance felt he should take this human woman seriously; anyone mentioned by Holy Golden Giant Dragon Constandy was undoubtedly very strong.
"Jessica, but I'd still prefer if you called me 'sister.'"
"Would you like me to join the Ancient Temple?"
Jessica, the red-haired woman, set down her wine glass and raised her right index finger, waving it back and forth at Lance.
Lance was slightly surprised; she wasn't here for him?
Was he being narcissistic?
He didn't think the woman before him was lying to him; with her status, there was simply no need.
Then it was strange. If she wasn't here for him, why did she want to make contact with him?
Did she, while in contact with other entities, find him to her liking by chance?
Qualified to join the Ancient Temple?
"Then, your appearance in Saint Blue is for whom?"
"Aren't you disappointed?"
Jessica seemed amused. Learning of the Ancient Temple from a Holy Giant Dragon should let this Viscount of Saint Blue know what kind of transcendent entity the Ancient Temple is.