Don't confiscate my citizenship

the next day.

The sky in the Demon King's City of Nekalis is still dark blue, and dawn is not far away.

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

By the bay of Leith Island, there is a small wooden house with an exterior wall covered by ivy, with beige walls exposed in the green. On the side of the bedroom behind the curtains, Lisandra slowly sat up from the bed.

Hoo.

Her sleepy eyes were slightly confused, and she scratched her messy dark hair.

Looking at the clock, she was so frightened that she rolled out of bed and started to wash and change clothes. It was not until she smoothed her long hair that she realized that she could get up later today. Mr. McCarthy promised to send her there yesterday. Over there at the palace.

However, I didn’t know if Mr. McCarthy would be too busy with work to see her off, so I originally thought of getting up early at the normal time and making two preparations.

Now I can only hope that Mr. McCarthy has a free day.

She arranged her coat, picked up her bag, and hurriedly walked out of the hut.

There were some strange-shaped clouds on the horizon, blown back and forth by the weak morning breeze.

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

Originally, Lysandra was going to ask at the mansion next door to see how she could quickly find Mr. McCarthy. Unexpectedly, as soon as she locked the door, she saw an amber magic vehicle parked outside her courtyard. Tool.

It was the same 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 local sky in the Demon Realm belonged to him, or maybe he was looking at the faint blue light emitted by the palace across the bay.

The moon that was about to disappear still shone on the trees. The garden of the mansion next door became brightly lit again at five or six o'clock, but the laughter and excitement of last night were long gone.

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

Lysandra couldn't see any evil intentions in him, he just looked across the sea quietly.

I don't know if it's because he doesn't drink. He is completely different from the guests in the palace restaurant yesterday. The more everyone drinks and laughs, the more solemn he looks.

Lisandra suddenly realized.

Maybe every morning, McCarthy would be downstairs in the palace, looking at a beam of aurora across the bay, as if he wanted to catch something, and that end was the pure land he wanted for his heart.

Soon, McCarthy noticed that Lisandra had arrived.

Out of etiquette, McCarthy stepped out of the car and saluted her.

Lissandra also nodded quickly and walked over quickly.

Well, sir, are you waiting for me?

Lysandra couldn't help but ask.

I just came here a while ago, it seems like a coincidence.

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

Lysandra nodded, followed the direction indicated by Lan Qi's raised hand, and sat on the passenger seat.

Normally, she would most likely be late, but with Mr. McCarthy giving her a ride today, it seemed like she still had plenty of time.

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

Are we going to transfer to the sea magic guide later?

Lysandra asked him again.

The streamlined magic vehicle that she and McCarthy are now riding in is amber in color, as beautiful as the princess's eyes, with long and elegant lines. There are coat boxes, food boxes and tool boxes inside, layer upon layer. The windshield reflects the multiple lights and shadows of the street lights, which is in line with her imagination of the rich.

No, it can be driven directly on the sea.

Lan Qi replied comfortably.

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

Lisandra felt the power of money again.

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

He is special, but not as special as he imagined.

However, Lisandra gradually realized that there was something awkward about being in the same car this time.

Yesterday, I immediately agreed to let him send me to work.

In fact, their relationship is not that familiar.

At best, they are just demons they just met.

But she was taken care of by him and asked him to help again.

Now that I'm alone, I feel like I have nothing to say.

Miss Lysandra, what kind of demon do you think I am?

As if he noticed with his peripheral vision that Lysandra was gripping her handbag slightly in embarrassment, Lanci was the first to break the silence in the car.

I think... you are a very good demon. You are much kinder than expected, and you don't have the airs of a noble.

Lissandra could only reply.

I actually don't want you to misunderstand me because of those gossips. There may be many rumors about me in Naikalis recently, but you have to know that every time gossip is spread, it will change a little. In the end, I can only say It has almost nothing to do with the facts.”

Lanci held the steering wheel and said to Lisandra.

Lysandra nodded.

Apparently, McCarthy himself had heard the rumors discussed by the demons around the dining room of his palace.

Did you really work as a spy during the war?

Lysandra asked curiously.

You can say it was true, but it's not what the rumors say.

Ranch admitted.

So...you studied at Purgatory Corridor College?

Lysandra didn't expect McCarthy to admit it, so she became more interested and continued to ask.

These things might interest the princess.

After all, the princess was originally a student of Purgatory Corridor Academy, although she ended up dropping out and escaping to the human kingdom.

Of course, but...it's different from the rumors.

While talking, Lan Qi glanced at Lisandra from time to time.

This made Lisandra unable to tell whether McCarthy was lying. The way he hesitated to speak seemed to have a secret that could not be told, but she could faintly hear that McCarthy had some strange deep feelings for that school. Feelings.

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

Lysandra asked casually.

You only need to confirm with the princess, and you can basically know whether what McCarthy said is true or false.

Well, that was twenty years ago...

Lan Qi's words were rare and difficult.

...

Lysandra tried to suppress her laughter.

The lies he spun were so old-fashioned that Lysandra couldn't bear to ask any more questions.

Next, they talked about his business journey from scratch, 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 personally was indeed a rumor. The original version. Without this original version, the rumor would certainly not have been born.

However, she found that Mr. McCarthy never meant to lie to her from beginning to end, and his words were very conservative. Maybe he just talked to her about these topics to entertain him just to relax her mood.

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

If it were an ordinary girl, she might be attracted to him quickly.

But Lysandra knew how much she weighed, and she also felt that McCarthy was just purely kind to her and didn't care whether she was male or female.

Of course, it is precisely because of McCarthy's natural attitude that one day he may be truly moved and care about a girl because he likes her, and that girl will also misunderstand love based on the principle of not having excessive self-awareness. become friendship.