Chapter 362 Lanqi's Shelter

Tight air condensed in the rock intersection station hall, like a piece of ice about to break.

Behind the passengers in line, a sudden sound was heard like a heavy stone being thrown into the fragile ice, causing an echo!

Everyone was evacuated by the newly arrived group of Nirvana Knights. As they stepped back, their eyes turned to the source of the sound.

From the crowd dispersed on the road, a young man wearing a dark gray suit slowly stood out. His slender figure was slightly thin, his nose was straight, his thin lips were tightly closed, and his clear-cut face was even more silent and cold under the light. But with unpredictable storms.

The only puzzling thing is that he is wearing a one-sided handcuff on his left hand, and the other side of the handcuff is locked on a light-haired woman with no resistance, dull purple eyes, and her head hanging slightly. It's like being escorted by a prosecutor to escort a felon.

Soon, there was no need for the Nirvana Knight to clear the way. The people around him instinctively felt a sense of danger due to his presence, and naturally stepped aside. Even they themselves were not sure why this happened.

The steps of the man in gray didn't seem to be in a hurry, but they were subtly changing the atmosphere in the station. The tension and chaos gradually became orderly under the guidance of his steps.

As he finally walked to the front of the crowd and stood in front of the two noble girls and the priests, the noble girls and the Nirvana priests around him couldn't help but become nervous.

The priests of the Nirvana branch are more afraid of the Son of Nirvana than the common people.

In other words, they know better what kind of person the Holy Son of Nirvana is.

The calm and dangerous temperament of this man is not an illusion. If you say the wrong thing in front of him, it will lead to unpredictable consequences.

"Why is it so confusing?"

The young man's voice sounded again. This time it was clearer than before, and it was even more difficult to guess his thoughts.

"Sir Agnello."

The high priest quickly saluted the young man in gray who had arrived. Compared with the two newly captured noble ladies in front of him, what was more important was obviously to pay respect to the most dangerous person at the moment, the Holy Son of Nirvana, and to report on his work.

"We found a suspected felon you were chasing and wanted to take her to the Temple of the Knights of Annihilation to await your investigation. It took a lot of time to convince them."

His words were quite suggestive of taking credit.

Hearing the high priest call the young man in front of her Agnello, Hyperion's heart jumped into her throat.

Although the light gray-haired young man in front of him looks elegant and can even be said to have an indescribable sense of security, from the previous fearful attitude of the Nirvana branch priests towards him, we can see how dangerous he is. .

Her luck was terrible after all. Not only was she inexplicably stopped by the Nirvana branch today, but she also encountered the enemy she least wanted to meet so quickly.

Even Hyperion couldn't help but wonder if there was a mole in the Church of the Goddess of Destiny. But if there was a mole, there was something wrong. The Holy Son of Nirvana should have found a way to catch her in the Northwest Province. There was no need to make a big deal. Fei Zhouzhang led her to Hezishan Province.

She could only keep her gaze on the Holy Son of Nirvana, for fear of missing any detail that might indicate a key change, but she did not dare to look at him, for fear of being read by this dangerous enemy in this situation.

The young man's gaze swept over Hyperion and Michaela, which was calm and profound, full of majesty that could not be spied upon or ignored.

While she was waiting for the Son of Annihilation's inspection, Hyperion could feel the cold sweat on her palms. Even though she tried her best to control her breathing and make it look calm, her heartbeat was beating like a drum. , trying to calm down the panic inside at this worst moment.

"Let them go."

The young man said calmly without any fluctuation in his voice.

He caught a glimpse of the material in the Archbishop's hands.

Obviously, the two of them were students going to the Protos Royal Academy of Magic, and the tall one seemed to be regarded as a Sigrid suspect by the high priest, so he wanted to detain them.

The high priest was stunned.

Not only the high priest, but also Hyperion and Michaela looked surprised.

They never expected that after this more dangerous guy appeared, the first thing he did was to let them pass decisively.

"She is my prey, you got the wrong person."

The young man in gray raised his left hand, and the handcuffs were also attached to the wrists of the girl beside him who was unable to resist.

The high priest's eyes were full of astonishment, and then he became in a dilemma after understanding the current situation.

"But……"

The eyes of the high priest seem to want the Son of Nirvana to understand the situation here——

He has already offended these two countesses a little. Instead of letting them go, he might as well do something to ensure that Earl Milford will not cast ballots indiscriminately!

"Instead of detailing the farce caused by your incompetence here, it is better to seize the time to carry out the next task to make up for your fault. Lord Askesan's great cause cannot tolerate any mistakes due to you."

The expression of the young man in gray was slightly displeased, but that impatience was not ignorance of the situation, but his control of the situation.

His eyes can quickly penetrate everything, not only the physical barrier, but also the spiritual defense.

"Yes, sir."

Under such gaze, the high priest finally realized his vulnerability and stepped away.

"Are you the Milford ladies?"

After a moment, the young man in gray took a half step closer to Hyperion and Michaela. These two simple steps were like dropping a huge boulder into Hyperion's sea, arousing many emotions.

She did not relax her vigilance because of what the young man said before. Instead, she felt deeper confusion and fear because of the various encounters and changes that she could not understand today.

"Yes."

Huprienne nodded and replied without revealing any emotion.

"I'm sorry to scare you. After you go to the imperial capital, study hard and forget these unpleasant things."

The gray-clothed young man's voice became much calmer, and he looked at the two noble ladies and said.

Then he turned back and looked at the archbishop who had stopped them before,

"Apologize to the two ladies. If it is because of the key vote of Earl Milford that Lord Asksan loses the election, how will you be responsible?"

"..."

Hearing this, the archbishop lowered his head, clenched his teeth tightly, and the blood vessels on his forehead beat slightly. Even if he had more malice in his heart towards the two arrogant young ladies, he did not dare to show his thoughts in his expression now.

Finally, the archbishop took a deep breath and returned to his original posture, bowing deeply to Hyperion and Michela.

"I'm sorry, both of you. Please be magnanimous and don't take this misunderstanding seriously for the sake of Lord Agnello."

"..."

Neither Hyperion nor Michela responded, nor did they thank the Son of Nirvana.

After the Son of Nirvana opened the way for them, they just looked at him and quickly left the pass.

After passing through the stairs and corridors until they arrived at the brand new platform No. 3, and making sure that no priests of the Nirvana branch followed them, Hyperion's heart was finally at ease again.

This place is already under the jurisdiction of the Imperial Army, which is equivalent to leaving the northern blockade and can go to the south at any time. Even the priests of the Nirvana branch have no right to cross the Protoss Defense Department to arrest people here.

This is a feeling of thrill, relief, and survival after falling from the sky.

"Sister, why would the Son of Nirvana help us?"

Michela pursed her lips tightly. She couldn't figure out why this most terrifying guy in the Northwest Province would let them go so easily.

Hyperion shook her head and sat on the wide bench on the platform with a complicated look in her eyes, waiting for the train that would arrive at noon.

There were too many things she didn't understand now.

She certainly wouldn't thank the most notorious son of annihilation, Agnello, for helping them, but he seemed to have an indescribable sense of familiarity, as if she had seen this person somewhere before.

It was because of this that Hyperion really felt the danger and confusion, and even began to not understand herself, and had the illusion that she couldn't distinguish between enemies and friends.

Michela saw her sister's deep doubts, so she didn't ask any more questions, and sat quietly beside her, waiting for the train that had not yet arrived.