After a long escape, the winds of the snowfields carried Anello to the walls of Bonn, the northernmost part of the province of Snowfields.

The city-state's towering walls are carved with weathered sigils, the gates merge with the snowfields, and the nearby cavalry guards patrol, their eyes so sharp that every detail cannot escape their eyes.

Anello sped forward in the snow, the wind and snow behind him almost engulfing him, and the sky was gray except for flying snowflakes dancing in the air.

As he approached the walls of the city-state, the wind and snow gradually subsided, and the heavy clouds no longer seemed to cover the city of Bonn in front of him, but were replaced by a faint ray of warm sun, which fell through the gaps in the clouds.

The light, which began to brighten, reflected on the walls like a guide, gilding the edges of the ancient stone walls with a layer of gold.

Anello's eyes were drawn to it, his heartbeat slowed, the lingering fear in his chest began to replace with safety and hope, and the protective barrier of the city-state seemed so gentle and kind, like a haven of paradise.

Agnello walked into the entrance, looking less flustered, and when the guards checked him, he pulled out the unique Imperial Army ID from the inside of his shirt, engraved with his name and identity emblem.

When the guards saw his identity, they immediately saluted and respectfully let him go.

The gates slowly open in front of you, revealing the interior of Bonn, and the busy streets, bustling markets and buildings that bring the city to life from the high grounds, are very different from the silent snowfields.

Anello took a deep breath, he could feel the long-suppressed restlessness in his chest be relieved, his heartbeat gradually stabilized, and every cell rejoiced in this moment of peace.

Walking down Main Street, he knew that although he had escaped this time, he now had more important tasks to complete.

The people of the city have no idea what is happening in the outside world, and they go on with their lives, laughing foolishly.

If it weren't for the fact that the High Priest Loren was not far from this snowy province, he would definitely pick some lucky ones and slaughter them all as evidence of the crime of the Tyrant Catholics.

The closer you get to the center of the city-state, the more regular and dignified the building becomes.

One of the most striking buildings is the Temple of the Knights of the Silence at the end of Bonn Platz.

Its minarets stand tall, and every stone condenses the traces of history.

Anello smiled slightly when he could see the temple.

Walking into the temple, he immediately found the high priest stationed in the temple.

Seeing the Son of Silence, Anello, the archer's eyes showed a hint of shock, and then quickly turned to joy.

"Lord Anello, your presence is an honor for our branch of the Knights of Destruction in Snowfield."

He saluted.

"Excuse your compliments, I need to see the governor of the city of Bonn, at once."

Anello didn't have much patience to go around the bush with the archeric and said coldly.

The archpriest was a little surprised by Anello's order, obviously there was a very urgent matter that would make Anello show such an attitude, but the archpriest still nodded quickly, and stretched out his hand to signal Anello to go directly outside the temple.

"Of course, I'll take you to the Governor's Palace."

He responded.

The interior of the temple was splendid, and Anello was not moved, he just walked through the corridor with the high priest and quickly left the temple.

The streets of Bonn are paved with snow-white stone bricks, lined with trees and flower beds, and despite the perennial wind and snow, the greenery of the Northland is still flourishing.

Pedestrians on the street stepped aside when they saw Anello and the High Priest of the Silent Branch passing by.

Anello had no idea about the attitude of the people of the Snowfield Province, which was almost a province abandoned during the war, and would have been destroyed long ago if it weren't for the remoteness of the northern border province and its proximity to the Box Mountain Province.

In addition to being full of stubborn nobles, this remote province is also a mess of its own, and even the imperial capital of Herrom has not been able to take over the position of governor for a long time.

However, I heard that some time ago, the province of Snowfield still had a new strong-handed governor, and the city of Bonn even built a governor's palace for him in advance, and the governor worked directly here after taking office, as for the original lord of the city of Bonn, Viscount Blake Bonn, was imprisoned for treason and will be escorted to the imperial capital of Herrom for further trial, and now the city-state has been managed by the governor and several other lords, and has become a new administrative center unanimously agreed by the provincial magnates and the people.

Soon, Anello and the High Priest arrived at the other end of the city-state, and in the distance there was an even grander new building, the Governor's Palace of the Snowy Province of Bonn, and the footsteps of the two echoed along the stone road, with a sense of urgency.

Across an open square, the two arrived at the Doge's Palace in Bonn, which stood high on a high staircase and was surrounded by statues of imperial heroes whose souls would still protect the empire for generations to come.

The archpriest made his intention to the guards guarding the gate, who immediately let them go and contacted the dignitaries of the palace with communication equipment.

The gates of the Doge's Palace slowly opened, revealing a splendid hall with elaborate tapestries hanging from the left and right walls, on which the totems of the city-states of the Snowfield Province were depicted, and the wall lamps cast a soft light.

Before Anello could wait long in the hall, a middle-aged man, dressed in a dark brown aristocratic robe, who seemed to be working, had taken time out of the meeting because of their arrival.

In the hall of the Governor's Palace, every guard present saluted and paid deep respect to the middle-aged nobleman.

"May I ask why the High Priest is coming to the Governor's Mansion today?"

Viscount Levine Chenston, who walked in front of the two, had a calm and calm look in his eyes, and asked while inviting the two of them in.

"It's not that I'm here to look for you, it's that our Son of Silence has something important to visit."

The archpriest succinctly introduced Agnero's identity to Viscount Censton, and said to Anello: "Lord Anello, this Viscount Censton is the current acting governor of the province of Snowfields, and in the absence of the governor, many affairs can be handled by him. ”

"It turned out to be the Son of Silence."

Hearing this, Viscount Chandton showed a look of consciousness and respect on his face,

"If you have anything you need, give it to me."

Viscount Levine Chingston spoke in a calm tone, and every word was clear, giving a very secure and reliable feeling.

The Holy Son of Silence nodded faintly.

"Viscount Chingston, I need to use the communication terminal in the Snowfields Province immediately to establish contact with the northern border front and the imperial capital of Herrom."

Anello spoke without any emotion.

"However, the communication terminals in our Snow Plains Province are now under the control and restrictions of the Imperial military."

Viscount Chiston was slightly stunned, nodded slowly, and responded.

"I have permission."

Anello glanced coldly at Viscount Chesston.

"Okay, we will naturally meet your request as soon as possible, but what is the urgent matter that requires you to contact the imperial capital and the battle line in such a hurry?"

Viscount Chiston asked with Agnero and the High Priest as he walked on, a little worried.

A hint of wariness flashed in Anello's eyes, and he quickly returned to coldness.

Viscount Chingston is a shrewd man, and it is normal for him to care about the safety of the Snowfield Province, not to mention, he is now going to let the news of "Loren appear in the territory of the Empire" known to as many people as possible.

"The Great Priest of the Southern Continent, Loren, has arrived, I must use the communication terminal to notify the imperial high-level as soon as possible, and the rest, after the contact is completed."

Agnero replied briefly.

"Really?"

Viscount Chingston suddenly raised his eyebrows and sighed in surprise.

But he didn't say much, just nodded slightly, and quickened his pace with a solemn expression, motioning for Anello to continue following him, as if he understood the urgency of the problem.

The three of them followed the staircase to the third floor of the Doge's Palace, where the carpet in the corridor was embroidered with golden insignia and coats of arms, reflecting the glorious will of the snowfield, and on this floor was the meeting area and the governor's office, guarded by several elite provincial guards, and the lights were appropriately arranged in every corner, and the bright chandeliers reflected the entire corridor as bright as day on the high vaulted ceiling.

The team led by Viscount Cheston stopped in front of a large oak door, and he reached out and pushed it open, revealing a well-decorated office, the walls covered in dark wood-grain wallpaper, and the shelves filled with rare ancient books and archives of the city-state.

On the desk, there are neatly organized pending documents and valuable magic guide equipment.

One of them is a communication terminal connected to the provincial transit center.

Viscount Chiston motioned for Anello to go to the location of the communication terminal: "Lord Son of Silence, please." ”

Anello nodded indifferently, then looked at Viscount Chiston and the archpriest without saying a word.

The two of them were stared at by him, and immediately understood, greeted him, turned back and closed the door.

Thereupon.

In this spacious office, Anello was the only one left.

His body involuntarily relaxed slightly.

The air is filled with the faint scent of sunken wood, the sconces flood the space with plenty of light, and the Protos Empire-style décor and layout everywhere show that this is an orderly and stable center of power.

This is exactly the sense of safety and reliance that Aniro desperately needs on the way to flee and fight.

Before stepping into the communication terminal, he put the Imperial Military's special [encrypted communication program] into the terminal and began to make the contact he needed.

Waiting for the communication to be connected, his heartbeat began to accelerate again.

As long as this message that is enough to shake the Protos Empire is transmitted, it is still a great credit.

He will gain greater trust and unimaginable prestige from the top of Protos!

There was a buzz and a beep in the microphone, which was a signal that it had been successfully connected.

Anello's mission is finally about to be completed, and all the pressure and all the shadows behind him are dissipated by the sunlight at this moment, filled with deep satisfaction and expectation, as if after a long journey, he finally saw the oasis in his heart.

The next second.

A gentle voice came from the microphone that surprised Anello.

"Hello."

Anello had just soaked in that stability, and his heart was full of hope, but when the voice rang out.

A chill seemed to rush into Anello's brain from his ears.

His hands trembled as if he had been electrocuted, and he wanted to drop the microphone.

This is not like the voice of an officer in the defense department of the imperial capital Herrom.

What frightened him even more was that this voice, he seemed to have heard it not long ago!

(End of chapter)