Chapter 360: Hyperion Also Has a Passive Ability to Absorb Hatred

The vehicle should be almost at the Rock Interchange Station. Sitting on the armrest, you can feel the obvious slowdown, but it will still take a while before entering the station and stopping.

The small table between the two of them was covered with an exquisite tablecloth, set with gilt-edged china and sparkling tableware, as well as several bottles of Milford collar brewed fruit wine. There was also a small ice magic wine cabinet under the table, which contained Various drinks and pastries.

Their luggage has been checked in and will be transferred directly to the next train. Finally, it will be transported to the Protos Royal Academy by the special delivery service of Herrom Central Station. When they get off the train, they only need to carry their luggage with them. Small personal belongings of respective types of documents.

"The imperial capital of Herrom is actually a good city for tourism. After all, in Herrom, there are many attractions around the school, such as the Herrom Zoo, the Endless Library and the Starry Sky Theater. With the psychedelic natural magic flowing through the moat, it would be great if there were no depressing coursework at Protos Royal Academy of Magic.”

Michula sighed as she looked out the glass car window where the scenery and pictures were gradually slowing down.

Hyperion nodded.

Although Lan Qi told her at the beginning that after completing the project in the Northern Continent, she must have a good time without any distractions, but now she has a huge mission on her shoulders, and there is no way to accompany Lan Qi to realize this plan, or Said that the environment has not allowed them to relax and regard the Protos Empire as a place to travel.

As for the original idea of ​​observing the [Original Slate-Seal], the current situation in the empire is too dangerous and it is no longer possible to realize it.

However, this trip to the Northern Continent, which was granted an extra two months of leave by Loren Slate - Healing], no matter what happens, I can still do business after returning to Icerite Academy.

She held her cheek thoughtfully and looked out the window quietly, her silky hair falling sideways on her shoulders.

"Sister, are you thinking about that man named Rocky again?"

Until Michaela's cold voice interrupted Hyperion's thoughts.

"Is it obvious?"

Hyperion was stunned for a moment, then put down the hand holding her head and looked at Michula.

Previously, in the temple of the Kingdom of Estherland, the Ice Witch would spot her every time. However, when she arrived in the Protos Empire, even Misura said the same thing after seeing her in a daze.

"It's not very obvious, but it's easy to guess."

Mithra replied.

She became more and more curious about the man who could make someone as outstanding as her sister always think about her.

"Hope he's doing okay."

Hyperion breathed a sigh of relief and said.

"What kind of person is he?"

Michelle asked curiously.

"I just hope he can live a peaceful life."

Hyperion thought for a while and really didn't know how to evaluate Lan Qi, so she could only sigh.

"..."

Mi Xiula wondered, does her sister have such low requirements?

This guy named Rocky can't be someone who hangs out all day long and wants to feed his sister.

Looking at her sister, she also wants to keep him without letting him go out to work.

No, there is something wrong with this kind of man. He may have already deceived his sister.

"When we find him, I will help you take a look at this man."

Michelle clenched her fists and said with serious eyes.

"Mixiura, have you misunderstood something? He is actually a very good person and always takes care of me. But sometimes his appearance is too naughty and unbearable, and once he starts to do something seriously, When it comes to...it feels like people are very afraid of his talent.”

Hyperion stared into Michula's eyes and tried to explain what kind of person the real Lan Qi was. As she spoke, she couldn't help but shook her head bitterly. No matter how much merit she earned, she could not help but Lan Qi used it quickly.

Michula frowned in confusion.

She didn't know whether what her sister said was true, or whether she was just a deceived girl.

"Then I want to see what this guy is capable of and how powerful he is in the eyes of others."

Mi XiuLa feels that her sister's love brain filter is too serious.

When the train passed the last speed bump steadily, both Michaela and Hyperion in the carriage realized that they had arrived at the station where the rocks intersected. The sound of the magic energy running weakened and the train gradually stopped.

The majestic appearance of the Rock Junction Station slowly came into their sight. What came into view outside the window was a giant structure intertwined with history and the future. The platform was grand and clear, and its dome was made of crystal-clear glass, with weak light filtering through it. Like scattered stardust lightly sprinkled in the hall.

The further they went towards the imperial capital of Herrom, the more Hyperion felt that she was getting closer to Lanci.

Because when she was in the Kingdom of Estherland, she always imagined that Lanqi would be on the south coast of the empire or in the imperial capital of Herom.

However, as the train stopped, Hyperion also understood that if she wanted to go to Helrom, she had to first pass through the heavily blockaded border of Box Mountain Province, and here, she left the Kingdom of Estherland and Milford. De Ling, she has to rely on herself for everything, no one will help her anymore.

Hyperion and Michaela stood up from their chairs, picked up their purses, walked out of the aisle of the carriage where they were, and slowly walked into the belly of the station.

Giant stone pillars support the sky of each platform. These stone pillars have witnessed countless trains from north to south, stitching the edge and center of the empire. Today, the arrival of trains has become much rarer than before, covering this once bustling giant station with a veil of loneliness.

On the platform of the station, the imperial soldiers holding weapons stood motionless like dark statues, looking particularly solemn.

Many imperial residents and passengers on the platform looked uneasy, as if they felt the taut strings in the air.

Passengers cautiously left the platform step by step and walked towards the station hall, trying their best to avoid any direct line of sight with those figures as hard as rocks.

Two clearly marked passages guide everyone's itinerary - one leads to the extension of the transfer, and the other leads directly to the exit.

Most passengers undoubtedly chose the latter and went to Box Mountain Province.

If the train coming from the northwest of the empire transfers, it will either go north to the Snowfield Province or go south to leave the northern blockade area.

There are usually few people going to the Snowfield Province. A long way ahead is the northern border province close to the front line, and if you want to go south, you will be strictly checked.

These days, the wind is not right.

The Silence Branch stopped most of the people who wanted to leave the northern blockade area, and a few of the selected people are now missing.

They claimed to take "people suspected of endangering the empire" to the Temple of the Knights of Silence for further observation and investigation, but no one knew what the Silence priests would do to the detained people in that place, and whether there was any hope of getting out again.

Of course, this successfully deterred many imperial residents who wanted to leave the north, and at the same time greatly reduced the screening workload of the minions of Silence.

In the transfer channel, the footsteps of Hyperion and Michella echoed on the stone paved road.

Until they approached the checkpoint, the imperial army and Silence priests along the way were staring at the two of them.

Standing at the pass and responsible for inspection were no longer the imperial army troops, but the archpriests of the Silence Branch and a group of heavily armed elites of the Silence Branch.

The high priest standing in front of the inspection table exuded a strong magical aura. The purple holy seal on his left chest flickered under the light, as if revealing the glory of power. His eyes were like the scales of a judge, precise and sharp, weighing every passerby.

Hyperion and Michela had calm expressions and kept walking. They walked to the inspection checkpoint to line up.

Although there were not many people in the front of the team, it was obvious that the screening of each person would take a long time.

After more than ten minutes, the two of them finally came to the front.

The high priest stared at the two of them with his owl-like sharp eyes.

The two walked forward and presented all the documents needed to pass this checkpoint.

After noticing the identities of the two, the high priest's eyes calmed down a lot, but he still did not relax his guard. While looking through the documents and materials, he raised his eyes to observe the two.

"It turns out that they are the daughters of Earl Milford."

The two young ladies of Milford are not ordinary residents of the empire. They are enough to affect Earl Milford's bishop vote in late April. There is no need to embarrass them.

It was not until the high priest saw Hyperion's Protoss Royal School of Magic admission letter that he finally frowned.

Then he decisively handed Michela's ID back to her and turned to look at Hyperion.

"Miss Michela can go, Miss Miriam Milford, you need to accept our investigation."

The high priest's words were like the wind in the winter night, sharp and powerful.

At the same time, all the elite priests behind him entered a state of combat readiness.

The air in front of the pass solidified instantly, and the calm atmosphere of casual conversation turned into a tense situation.

Hyperion's gentle face also tensed up at this moment, and a trace of surprise and deep doubt flashed in her eyes.

Although she was acting as usual and performing the most normal reaction, the drumbeat of her heart could not help but accelerate.

The high priest's eyes were projected on her like a sharp arrow, sharp and unquestionable, and he didn't care about her expression or whether she was innocent.

Behind him, rows of heavily armored knights of annihilation held their weapons tightly, and the plates made dull sounds. Everyone's movements seemed extremely cautious, as if they had touched the most sensitive nerves, and they would burst out with amazing power at the command.

The passengers waiting at the back of the queue also felt the tense atmosphere, and many people subconsciously stepped back, not daring to make a sound.

During the brief silence, there was an indescribable electric current in the air, and even the slightest sound could become a spark that ignited the whole scene.

"Can I ask why?"

Hyperion asked in confusion and worry.

She couldn't figure it out for a while.

She didn't do anything suspicious, and there should be no omissions in the enrollment letter.

Being stopped for no reason, this mysterious sense of unknown made her feel extremely dangerous.

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you. I hope you can go with us by yourself and don't let us do it."

The high priest responded politely, but his expression was extremely cold.

In the past, their job in the Northwest Province was to search for the remnants of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny.

But now they have a more important mission.

Compared with the current mission, the previous search work was just a small matter.

Their biggest duty in this city-state is to intercept and capture two enemies. According to the information released by the Son of Desolation, one of them must be a woman, and the other's identity is unknown. Any target whose identity is a woman is particularly suspicious.

The danger level of this mission is so high that they would rather kill the wrong person than let him go. If there is any omission, the fate of any person involved is unimaginable.

The admission materials of the Royal School of Magic of Protoss show that Miss Miriam Milford is a fifth-level.

She is a tall woman with a current maximum strength of about fifth level.

Everything fits the characteristics of the woman that the Son of Desolation is pursuing.

Although she was not detected by the Empire for disguise magic, the functions of thieves and artists can still be disguised to a certain extent, which cannot be detected by magic detection.

The only difference is that there is no obvious seal magic power on this woman.

Is she the person the bishop is looking for?

I am afraid that only the Son of Desolation can tell.

However, the archbishop turned to look at the clock in the checkpoint hall.

Judging from the time, Agnello should be back soon.

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