Two days later, in the early morning.

In the northern part of the Protos Empire, the province of Box Mountain stands like a shining pearl on the northern plains, which is not only the most prosperous province in the north, but also the transportation center of the staggered flow of materials and passengers.

The mountains to the north surround it like a guardian spirit, becoming a natural barrier, and at the foot of the mountain the melting snow turns into a meandering stream flowing through the city to the east, and the moat moistens things silently when the spring breeze arrives, giving the city-state infinite vitality and vitality.

Once you arrive in this province, you will find that the style of the buildings is inherited from the ancient veins of the imperial capital Herrom, and the selection of materials is more inclined to natural stone and wood, constructing a style that complements the lofty mountains of the far north, and the stone skin and wood bones are intertwined with nature into a three-dimensional painting scroll.

But this year, the timing was turbulent and the cold was unusual, and even the warm land in the southern part of the Protos Empire was covered with winter snow.

Even though it's almost mid-April, spring is still lingering in the northern provinces, and the capricious weather brings occasional wind and snow to clear the city-state's face and even make the inhabitants wonder if the frozen world will continue into the next winter.

Located on the west side of the main city of the hinterland, the Magic Energy Rail Train Station "Rock Intersection" is the hub to the south of the Empire, the largest Magic Energy Rail Station in the north of the Empire, and the crystallization of ancient craftsmen's skills and magic.

On the track, every braking sound rubbed against the iron wheel, and the sparks were accents in the movement of the magical giants, echoing in the vast platform layers of the rock intersection station.

At the far end of the station, a magical train full of the cold breath of the north, covered with a thin layer of frost and snow, sped towards the high platform of the station.

The Imperial characters scrolling on the slender crystal screen on the side of the body indicate that it is a magical energy rail train that departs from Milford Junction Station in the Northwest Province and ends at Rock Junction Station.

In the front carriage, the space of elegance and comfort is designed to resemble a hotel suite.

This compartment is topped by a handcrafted veneered ceiling, the walls are covered with dark veneer wood panels with a hint of sandalwood, and are punctuated by gold-framed artwork paintings, while soft cushions and blankets provide extra warmth in addition to the spacious chairs and beds upholstered in high-quality leather and suede fabrics.

Huberian came to the chair, sat down, and looked out the window quietly.

She woke up before the sky was light outside the car window, washed up early and took inventory of her luggage, and she was extra cautious along the way.

Ever since she left Milford Territory, the empire had been filled with a thick and eerie atmosphere, as if it had been surrounded by a dark gray fog at all times, and she could not settle down.

"Sister."

It didn't take long for Misiola, who had just gotten up, to finish her preparations and sit down opposite Huberian, and although she didn't say anything, she probably meant to signal Huberian that she was ready to go at any time.

"I heard from the flight attendants that these days at the Rock Junction Station, the platform floor is full of Priests of Annihilation, and they are always in a terrible state of readiness, as if they will do it at any time, which makes people panic."

Huberian sighed and spoke to Misiola.

Although she had long thought that it would be a big deal to make all the main forces of the Silent Branch of the Northwest Province pour out, the more she thought about it now, the more she felt that some turmoil was happening in the Protos Empire, and an outsider like her could not see the fog in it at all.

The more you don't understand, the more frightening it becomes.

“…… Previously, when the group of fellows searched for the Church of the Goddess of Fate and the Etherland Kingdom spies in Milford, they would not have been able to lock down the station to this extent. ”

Mishola's tone was obviously also very dissatisfied with this group of resurrectionists,

"Sister, you don't have to worry, you are not afraid of the shadows, and there is no reason for the Silent Branch to target the people of our Milford family."

Mishola said confidently.

“…… Truly. ”

Huber Ann nodded.

"The most ridiculous thing is that the bishop will be voted for in more than a week, and then my father will also go to the imperial capital of Herrom, and it is estimated that he will have to vote for the Bishop of Silence, after all, no nobleman in the north dares not to vote for him now."

There was a hint of disgust in Mishula's eyes at the mention of the Church of the Resurrection, especially at the Extinction Branch, and she longed to banish all of the cultists from Milford.

In case he didn't vote for Asquesang at the critical moment, and Asquesang won again in the end, this guy may not do anything on the surface, but one day he will give the most brutal reckoning to the nobles of the Northern Empire who backstabbed him.

Everyone knows what kind of person Bishop Asquesan is.

When he got off the train later, at the Rock Junction Station, which was full of Silent Bishops' Eagle Dogs, Mishula had to hide her thoughts, and now it was the last time she could talk freely on the train.

"This election is already imperative for the empire, I just hope that the lesser of the three evils will be won, and it will be slightly better to win the hegemony or mourning than to win the silence."

Huberian shook her head.

She had limited knowledge of the style of the cardinals on this side of the North Continent.

According to the Ice Witch, the best outcome is a victory for the Mourning Bishop.

Compared with the bishops and the Catholic Church, who have extreme ambition and self-interest, the mourning bishops tend to be more conservative and neutral.

It's just that this kind of thing is not something she can interfere with, the purpose of her trip, as long as she can rescue the big demon who is said to be her aunt's best friend in the underground prison of Herrom, it will be a great success.

"Deception and mourning are not good things either, and we may still see the priests of these two branches in the imperial capital of Herrom, and we don't even know if there are any hidden members in the school who have infiltrated them...... Anyway, no matter how friendly the people of the Resurrection Church may seem, you should not believe anything they say. ”

Mishula was worried that her sister had been deceived by the evil cultists of the Resurrection Church, a group of crazy brutes who could do anything.

If the higher-ups of the Resurrection Church take a fancy to her sister's talents and her status in the Milford family, they may find a way to contact her or bewitch her, so as to draw their Milford family to the cardinal branch in the southeast at this critical juncture of the empire.

"Don't worry, Mi Xiula, we are very different from the cultists, and we will never have anything to do with the Resurrection Church."

Huberian smiled, and reassured Misiula in a voice like a morning prayer in the temple.

Hearing her sister say this, Mi Xiula was relieved.

Looking at her sister's well-behaved, kind and serious appearance, she also firmly believes that her sister will definitely not be a person who can fall together with the resurrectionists.

There's still one chapter that hasn't been finished, and it's been done before ten o'clock

(End of chapter)