The vehicle should be almost at the Rock Junction station, and you can feel a noticeable slowdown from the back seat, but it will take a while to enter the station until it stops.

The small table between the two was covered with elaborate tablecloths, gilded porcelain and glittering cutlery, as well as bottles of Milford Collar Brewed Fruit Wine, and a small Ice Magic Wine Cabinet with a variety of drinks and pastries underneath.

Their luggage has been checked in and will be transferred directly to the next train, where they will be transported to the Royal Academy of Protos by a special delivery service at Helrom Central Station, and when they get off the train, they will only need to carry their own small belongings in the form 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 alone, such as the Helrom Zoo, the Endless Library and the Starry Sky Theater, as well as the psychedelic moat of natural magic flow, if only there was no oppressive schoolwork of the Royal Academy of Magic of Protos."

Mishola sighed as she looked out the glass window where the scene and picture were slowing down.

Huber Ann nodded.

Although Lan Qi had told her at the beginning that after completing the project in the Northern Continent, she must have a good time without distractions, but now that she has a huge mission on her shoulders, there is no way to accompany Lan Qi to realize this plan, or the environment has long allowed them to relax and use the Protos Empire as a place to travel.

As for the original idea of observing the [Primordial Slab-Seal], the current situation in the Empire is too dangerous to be realized.

However, no matter how much the subject deviates from the project, if it goes well, at least Ranchi can go back to the Kingdom of Ethelan with her to observe her teacher's [Primordial Slab - Healing], and no matter how much she returns to Ikrita Academy, she can make a difference.

She cupped her cheeks thoughtfully, quietly looking out the window, her silky hair falling over her shoulders.

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

Until Misiola's cold voice interrupted Hubertarian's thoughts.

"Is it obvious?"

Huberian was stunned for a moment, then put down the hand that was holding her head and looked at Mishola.

Previously, in the temple of the Ethertelan Kingdom, every time she was seen by the Ice Witch, but when she arrived in the Protos Empire, even Misiula said so after seeing her in a daze.

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

Misiula replied.

She became more and more curious about what kind of man that made her sister so good was always thinking about him.

"I hope he's doing well."

Huberley breathed a sigh of relief and said.

"What kind of person is he?"

Misiula asked curiously.

"I just hope he can live his life in peace."

Huberian thought about it, but she really didn't know what to say about Lanchi, so she could only sigh.

“……”

Mi Xiula pondered, is her sister's request so low?

This guy named Rocky can't be a guy who fools around outside all day long and wants to eat his sister's soft rice.

Looking at my sister's appearance, I also want to raise him and not let him go out to work.

No, this kind of man is somewhat problematic, and he may have deceived his sister all over the place.

"When we find him, I'll help you see this man."

Mishola clenched her fists and said with a serious look in her eyes.

"Mishola, did you misunderstand something? He is actually a very good person, always taking care of me, but sometimes his appearance will be too ghostly, which makes people unbearable, and once he seriously does something...... There was a feeling of being very scared of his talents. ”

Hubertian stared into Misiola's eyes, trying to explain what kind of person the real Lanch was, and as she spoke, she couldn't help but shake her head bitterly, no matter how much she earned her merits, she couldn't use Lanchi as quickly.

Misiula frowned in confusion.

She doesn't know if what her sister said is true, or if she is a fan of the authorities as a deceived girl.

"Then I want to see what this guy is capable of, and he can be so powerful in your eyes."

Misiula thinks that her sister's love brain filter is too serious.

As the train crossed the final speed bump steadily, Misiula and Hubertian in the carriage realized that they had arrived at the station where the rocks met, the sound of the magic energy weakening and the train coming to a halt.

The majestic face of the Rock Intersection Station slowly cut into their field of vision, and outside the window they were greeted by a monument of history and the future, with a large and bright platform, whose dome was made of crystalline transparent glass, and the faint light penetrated into it, like scattered stardust on the hall.

The farther he went to the imperial capital of Herrom, the more Huberian felt that he was getting closer to Ranchi.

Because when she was in the kingdom of Ethertelan, she always imagined that Ranch would be on the southern shore of the empire or in the imperial capital of Herrom.

However, as the train came to a standstill, Hubertian also understood that if she wanted to go to Herrom, she had to first pass through the heavy blockade of the Boxhill Province, and here, without the kingdom of Ethertelan and the Milford Territory, everything had to rely on herself, and no one would help her.

Hubertarian and Misiula rose from their chairs, picked up their purses, and stepped out of the aisle of the carriage they were in, slowly entering the heart of the station.

The giant stone pillars that supported the sky of each platform, which had witnessed countless trains from north to south, stitched together the edge and center of the empire, and now the arrival of trains has become much rarer than before, casting a veil of loneliness over this once bustling giant station.

On the platform of the station, the Imperial soldiers with weapons in their hands stood motionless like dark statues, looking particularly solemn.

Many of the Empire's resident travelers on the platform level looked apprehensive, as if they felt the tense sound of strings in the air.

Passengers cautiously walked off the platform and towards the concourse, trying to avoid any direct line of sight with the rock-hardened figures.

Two well-tracked lanes guide everyone along the way – one leading to an extension of the transfer and the other to the exit.

Most travellers undoubtedly choose the latter, heading to Box Hill Province.

Trains from the northwest of the empire would either head north to the Snowfields Province or south to leave the northern blockade.

There are often very few people going to the province of Snowfield, and a long way forward is the northern border province close to the battle line, and if you want to go south, you will be subject to strict checks.

These days, the wind is not right.

The Silent Branch has stopped most of the people who want to leave the northern blockade, and the few chosen ones are now missing.

They claim to have brought "people suspected of endangering the Empire" to the Temple of the Knights of Silence for further observation and investigation, but no one knows what the Priest of Silence will do to the people detained in that place, and whether there is any hope of coming out again.

Of course, this has succeeded in deterring many of the Empire's inhabitants who want to leave the North, and it has also greatly reduced the screening workload of the Silencers.

In the interchange, the footsteps of Huberian and Mishola echoed across the stone-paved pavement.

As they approached the checkpoint, they were staring at both of them by Imperial forces and the Cult of Silence.

It was no longer the Imperial Army troops who were in charge of the inspection at the pass, but the archpriests of the Extinction Branch and the heavily armed elites of the Extinction Branch.

The archeric standing in front of the checkstand, exuding a powerful magical aura on his body, the purple holy seal on his left chest shimmered in the light, as if revealing the glory of power, and his gaze was like the scale of the judge, precise and sharp, measuring every passerby.

Huberian and Misiula had calm expressions and kept walking. Walked to the checkpoint and lined up.

Although there are not many people at the front of the line, it is clear that it will take a long time to screen everyone.

It wasn't until more than ten minutes passed that the two of them finally came to the front.

The archpriest's owl-like eyes were staring at them both.

The two of them stepped forward and presented all the documents needed to pass through this pass.

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

"It turned out to be the daughter of the Earl of Milford."

The two eldest ladies of Milford were not ordinary residents of the Empire, enough to influence the bishop's vote of the Earl of Milford in late April, so there was no need to embarrass them.

It wasn't until the High Priest saw Huberian's letter of admission to the Royal Academy of Magic of Protos that he finally frowned.

Then he decisively handed her back Misiola's papers, and turned to look at Huberian.

"Miss Mishula, Miss Miriam Milford, you need to be investigated by us."

The words of the archer, like the wind in a winter night, are sharp and powerful.

At the same time, the elite priests behind him were all in combat readiness.

The air in front of the gate froze instantly, changing from a calm atmosphere of small talk to a tense one.

Huberian's gentle face tensed at the moment, and a trace of surprise and deep doubt flashed in her eyes.

Despite playing her acting skills as always and performing the most normal reactions, the drumbeat of her heart couldn't stop accelerating.

The archpriest's gaze fell on her like an arrow, sharp and unquestionable, not caring what her expression was, or whether she was innocent.

Behind him, rows of Knights of Annihilation in heavy armor clenched the weapons in their hands, and there was a dull sound between the plates, and each of them acted with extreme caution, as if they had touched the most sensitive nerves, and at the slightest order, they would burst out with astonishing power.

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

In the momentary silence, an indescribable electric current filled the air, and even the slightest sound could become a spark that detonated the audience.

"May I ask why?"

Huberian asked, confused and worried.

She couldn't figure it out for a moment.

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

The mysterious sense of unknown being stopped for no apparent reason made her feel extremely dangerous.

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

The archpriest replied politely, but his expression was unusually cold.

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

But now they have more important tasks.

Compared to the task at hand, the previous search work was a small fight.

Their greatest duty in coming to this city-state was to intercept and capture two enemies, one of whom must be a woman, and the other was unknown, and any female target was extremely suspicious, according to the information released by the Son of Silence.

The danger level of this mission is so high that they would rather kill by mistake than let it go, and if they are overlooked, the fate of anyone involved is unimaginable.

The admission materials for the Royal Academy of Magic of Protos show that this Miss Miriam Milford is a fifth-order.

Female, tall and tall, the highest strength that can be used at present is about the fifth order.

Everything fits well with the characteristics of the woman that the Son of Silence is tracking.

Although she has not been detected by the Imperial side for camouflage magic, her functions of thieves and arts can still be disguised to a certain extent, which cannot be detected by magic detection.

The only difference was that the woman didn't feel the obvious power of the sealing magic.

Is she the person the bishop is looking for?

I am afraid that only the Son of Silence can discern it.

However, the archpriest turned to look at the clock in the hall of the level.

Depending on the timing, Anello should be back soon.

This week, the average daily average is more than 6,000! Tired and dizzy at night! Beg dads for monthly passes at the beginning of the month! Please, dads!

(End of chapter)