Chapter 88

“Mom!”

The next morning at Orlen City train station.

It should have been bustling with people, but at that moment, it was eerily empty, the atmosphere tinged with a chilling sense of foreboding.

Only two rows of armed guards stood on either side of the platform, impeccably dressed.

At the forefront were the city council members and several local nobles.

Right then, they all had beads of cold sweat forming on their foreheads, glancing nervously at one another, sensing the tension in the air.

Before long, alongside the melodious sound of a whistle, a luxurious train adorned with the emblem of the Saint Roland Empire slowly pulled into the station and came to a smooth stop.

They’re here!

The officials and nobles present couldn’t help but feel a wave of anxiety wash over them.

Moments later, as the train doors opened gradually, several stern-looking guards disembarked, their eyes sharp as knives scanning the faces of everyone present.

It felt like just a slight misstep could get anyone mistaken for an assassin and shot on the spot.

Finally, accompanied by the guards, a handsome silver-haired young man stepped off the train, his expression indifferent.

Dressed in a luxurious robe embroidered with pale golden patterns, he was tall and exuded an air of nobility and pride.

The second prince, Felix Roland Alexini!

The prince of significant prestige, hailed as the most likely to be selected for the throne, and leading the scores from the Sacred Oak Institute by a mile!

Everyone was taken aback.

Seeing this, the chairman of the city council hurriedly approached with a forced smile, only to be blocked by the prince’s guards.

“Your Highness, I am the chairman of the Orlen City Council, Lucio Hendricks, and you—”

“Spare me the formalities,” Felix shot back, his tone surprisingly calm. “I’m here in Orlen City to relay some instructions. Consider this prince as nonexistent.”

“But—”

“Scram.”

Upon hearing that, the chairman awkwardly chuckled and took a few steps back, as if the reprimand had oddly lifted his spirits.

Felix couldn’t be bothered with them and turned to ask inside the train, “Are you coming with me?”

After a brief silence, a voice as clear and melodious as a lark replied.

“No need, you go take care of your business. I’ve got Aisha and the others to keep me company while I explore.”

The voice was sweet and youthful, radiating a carefree vibe like a young girl.

Felix nodded in response.

“And remember to get along with Ivyst, alright?”

The voice seemed a bit worried, adding one last reminder.

“Got it, Mom,” Felix replied calmly. “I’m just delivering Dad’s orders and picking up someone, that’s all.”

With that, he quickly left the station, surrounded by his guards, and hopped into the waiting carriage.

“Milani, please help me!”

The moment he arrived at the underground lab, Lynn flung himself to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably as he clung to Milani’s slender legs beneath her lab coat.

Seeing this, Milani’s eyes flashed with annoyance. “First, it’s the essence of water ghost toxin, and now dozens of magical guiding matrices. You’ve got a lot going on lately, don’t you think I’m busy?”

Despite her complaints, she dragged over an old chair beside her, indicating for Lynn to sit.

Here was a girl with a poor physique and a messy shoulder-length brown hair, yet somehow she radiated a vibe of calm maturity.

Honestly, if Milani were a tall, slender scientist with long legs, Lynn would be head over heels.

But she wasn’t.

Lynn wiped away his nonexistent tears and sat before Milani, taking a sip from the tea she handed him, the warmth sweet and smooth.

“Ah, sorry, I think I gave you the wrong one.”

Milani suddenly covered her mouth, surprised.

“So what did I just drink?”

Lynn glanced at the yellowish liquid in his cup.

“I was too busy brainstorming this morning to hit the bathroom, so I had to improvise,” Milani said, scratching her head.

Lynn’s mouth dropped open.

“Okay, just kidding! It’s only barley tea,” Milani chuckled mischievously. “So, what do you need me for this time?”

Lynn sighed in relief. “I’ve been feeling really unlucky lately. Do you have any potions or sealed items that could boost my luck?”

He intended to try and unlock a new ability shortly.

“You might have a misunderstanding about luck,” Milani sighed. “Those so-called luck potions or blessings are just meant to clear your mind of distractions so you can make better decisions, which is why they’re mistaken for luck boosters.”