Northern Frontier Province.

Bandera is a city-state located at a high altitude, surrounded by harsh mountains and rugged cliffs, and in this icy region, eternal snowflakes and cold winds create the unique atmosphere of Bandera City.

On the snowy fields hundreds of meters south of the city of Bandera, snowflakes in the sky are fluttering, drifting to the earth or to the bottomless cliffs and ravines.

At this moment, a sleigh pulled by a huge black demon fox left a unique mark on this silent snowfield.

The sleigh stopped beside a frozen lake, the surface of which reflected the pale sky like a perfect piece of white jade, and several towering trees stood by the lake, whose branches and leaves were already covered with snow.

Two figures jumped out of the sleigh.

"Judging by the time, the investigation team was much earlier than us, and if the routes were similar, they should have been able to detect or detect their whereabouts on the way back."

Ranch ordered the cat boss to put away the portable high-durability sleigh and muttered to himself as he looked at the city from afar.

The city of Bandera in the wind and snow stood like a huge dark gray sculpture carved into the snowfield, and the snowflakes fell on the towering walls of steel, but they could not dye it white.

The towers and spires that reach to the sky outside the city are decorated with dim yellow lights on snowy days, as if to tell the world about its tenacity, vicissitudes and glory.

There are only a few fortified city-states and towns along the way these days, and geographically the two of them have already reached the northern border provinces.

Ranch and West Germany would try to rest in the town at night, and if they couldn't find a city-state, they would look for a suitable place to camp at night, and it was rare to see a large city-state, which should be much easier in theory, but now this city-state only has a sense of strictness that is a hundred times more depressing than that of the imperial capital Herrom.

Ranch stood in the distance of the city-state, and even if he didn't get closer, he could hear the strings of the Imperial Army coming from the city-state, especially in the distance in the wind and snow.

This orchestral piece is similar to the Helrom Magic Rail Station, and if you listen closely, you will notice that there are many inflections.

The grandeur of the melody, which never returns to softness and calmness, carries with it a deeper emotion, glory, betrayal, decisive battle and sacrifice.

In order not to arouse unnecessary suspicion and trouble, Ranch temporarily ordered the fox to come back and prepare to walk with West Germany.

Entering Bandera City requires not only a pass, but also a strict identity check.

The city-state's enchantment was heavily guarded, and it was impossible to detect internal information from a distance outside the city.

"Sid, you have to be ready to protect me at all times."

Ranch had a strong premonition that once he stepped into that city-state, unpredictable changes might occur in the next second.

This may be the first Demon Realm decisive battle that he needs to experience after coming to the Northern Continent and tracking along the scattered weird and unusual parts of the empire all the way to this point.

"I know, I was ready to protect you before I set off, you can rest assured, as long as I am alive, you will not die."

Sid didn't reveal much to Lanch, but she had spells that could protect her vulnerable teammates.

Ranch nodded.

Although he has been challenging the shadow world with a level much higher than him, this time the span is different from the past, and it surpasses his combat ability too much.

If you want to describe it as hierarchical, the Infernal Cloister Academy is about a level 45 dungeon, the Templar Villain's Dinner is a level 55 dungeon, and the recommended level of the Northern Frontier Front ahead may be level 89.

The investigation team, led by Major General Van Reku, who is more than 70 ranks, is likely to have met with misfortune.

At this moment, the biggest conspiracy hidden in the north of the Protos Empire is close at hand, and the only person who can unravel the contradictions between the empire and the northern states is him Rocky McCarthy.

Even the enemy who was planning this war must not have predicted that the Overlord Catholic was brought here by an archdoge, and this teammate who was at least level 85 or above was Lanch's biggest reliance at this moment.

Sid looked at Lanch's expression, then at the city-state, which was full of unknowns.

"You're actually more relaxed than I thought, do you have any hole cards?"

Sid asked with a chuckle.

Although she had never seen Ranchi fight, she was sure that her Son should not be bad as a fighting officer.

Because of the confidence and the lack of confidence, it will lead to a very obvious difference in people's mental outlook.

"Hopefully not."

Ranch's emerald green eyes were full of thought, as if he was thinking about right and wrong, all the time.

Even though his state of mind is always as clear and calm as the surface of a lake, there are always endless ripples.

"I've known you for so long, and I still don't know what your combat job is."

When Sid thinks about it now, Lanch's excellence has made her neglect some of Lanchi's basic functions, and of course, even if Lanchi himself is only seen as an artist, she is quite satisfied.

According to her guess, Lanchi's physical fitness is definitely diametrically opposed to her path, but it should be more complementary.

It would be better for him to be a healer or a functional aid.

Or Fatan, this cargo pulls hatred without using magic at all, and is born with a bunch of skills more than others.

As long as he is raised, it will be very useful to her.

"I'm a sealer."

Ranch confessed to Sigrid about his profession.

"Huh?"

Sid frowned at Ranch.

She didn't expect her Holy Son to turn out to be a sealer she hated the most.

I never even thought that one day I would accept a sealer as a holy son.

Even when the clerics of the Deceptive branch learned that the Holy Son of Deception was the same type of sealer as the Bishop of Silence, they would definitely wonder if there was something wrong with the Tyrannical Catholic Church.

But I thought about it.

Sigrid felt that if the rare underworld species like the Sealer was his own, it would become extra cute again.

"I really want to cultivate you to the sixth order as soon as possible, so that you can go and touch the Holy Son of Silence."

Sigrid quickly embraced Ranchi's career.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not the shady sealer of the Bishop of Annihilation, all my seals are warm and fiery, they are born for love and peace."

Ranch replied in confidence.

"I've never heard of this kind of sealer."

West Germany looked slightly confused.

But she didn't bother to delve into it, her holy son, there was almost no scene where she needed to make a move.

She had never seen Ranch attacked, he never even ran around, and when he locked onto an enemy, he must have paced slowly past, with grace and grace.

In other words, even if others remember that they must pretend to be forced at all times, they may not be as high as her holy son.

It just so happened to be to her liking, and in Sigrid's opinion, it was his plus.

The distant deep military music has now finished playing, like snowflakes gently falling on the frozen continent, and then a new round of orchestral music begins again, the sad music suddenly becomes tense and conflicted, hearing the sound of metal crashing, feeling the flames and smoke, making people feel as if they are in the never-ending battle between demons and humans.

"Go?"

West Germany flexed his muscles and signaled that Ranch was ready.

"Let's go, then."

In the snowstorm, Ranchi took a stride towards the frontier city-state.

Push this book ~ "Your notoriety is known to everyone"

"The tyrannical king of delusion, the shameless prophet of vileness, the source of evil that breeds conspiracy, the sage of supreme intellect...... These are all bad names given to you by citizens.

"People are afraid of your merits and character, and they will also taboo these titles, and they are more accustomed to calling you - the Lord.

"Of course, you've gained a certain amount of good name, and many underground societies have given you the title of savior, but they are currently wanted by the Empire.

"Do you have any thoughts on these things?"

A reporter asked Rutgers.

"Slander! They're slandering me! I just wanted to feel a little bit safe......"

Before Rogus could finish answering the question, several teenagers and girls kicked open the door of the interview room, shouting friendship, bonds, future, or something, and rushed towards Rogers.

(End of chapter)