Don't confiscate my citizenship

A week later.

As night falls, the lights of distant towns gradually light up, echoing the first appearance of the stars.

In this quiet night, the magic train moved along the railway tracks at high speed, passing through majestic mountains, dense forests and tranquil lakes.

Inside the carriage, the light reflects the dark brown solid wood floor and bronze wrought iron decoration, and the elegant painted walls appear timeless, seeming to whisper the traces of time.

The passengers were standing or sitting, intertwining various topics. The lady was wearing a dress, and the wine she poured in her hand was a deep red color like a gem. She was whispering to her fellow passengers beside her. In the corner of the carriage, there were many young people. They discussed eagerly, their eyes full of yearning and expectation for the Protos Imperial Capital.

The conductors, dressed in neat dark uniforms, make routine inspections of the carriages. They are called to stop from time to time and ask passengers for their needs with polite smiles.

In a high-end box in the front carriage of this magic train, a young man and a girl were sitting by the window.

The youth clothing style is a mix of retro and elegance. The white long-sleeved shirt has black trim on the collar and cuffs. The beige sleeveless vest that fits the body is separated into a diamond checkerboard by dark brown stripes. There are also hangings on the wall. Wearing a dark gray long coat, his coat has a large lapel and two diagonal pockets, giving it an elegant and mysterious atmosphere.

This is a Northern Continent-style dress tailor-made for Lanci by an old tailor from Lilome City who specializes in making clothes for Viscount Francis.

He was sitting in the carriage reading a book quietly at the moment.

Opposite her, Zestila had already changed into the standard attire of Protos Royal Academy of Magic.

Although Zestila could avoid a lot of strange looks during the journey if she put on a hat to slightly cover her demonic features, she was not willing to cover it up.

She doesn't think there's anything wrong with her demonic characteristics.

There is also a magic railway under construction in the Protos Empire, but if you want to go to the imperial capital from a remote town like Lilom City, you must first go to the main city on the southwest route before you can take this train.

Most of the time, both of them focused on the books in their hands.

Unfamiliar scenery and lights came into view in the night, and then passed by in a flash.

Zestila closed the book in her hand and put it beside her, and then did not pick up another book because there was no more book to read.

She is not interested in academic books and likes to read magic books.

However, it was very troublesome to go through the security check and the magic book was a controlled item, so she did not carry it.

She glanced at the color of the writing on Lan Qi's hand and knew what he was looking at.

"Chronicles of the Holy War", published by the Empire's Royal Academy of Magic Press, written by Sidor Arundel, tells the story of the war that swept across the northern and southern continents a hundred years ago, and the story of the rise and fall of the demon clan.

Although there are some fictional and dramatic elements filled in by the author's wild imagination, no one can tell clearly many of the secrets of the holy war back then.

"You are indeed from the Southern Continent."

Zestila said.

She had long been convinced that Lan Qi was a visitor from the Southern Continent, but when she saw him reading the history books that were everywhere in the Northern Continent so seriously, it was more convincing than any evidence.

Lan Qi heard Zestila's voice and put down the book in his hand with a smile and looked across the table.

"It's hard to tell whether the information from the Southern Continent about the Northern Continent is true or false. After being isolated, the only way to confirm the truth is to come in person."

This was a book he had borrowed from Viscount Francis.

He didn't expect that Zestila might have read this book. According to his current understanding, she probably didn't like historical novels.

The Southern Continent was only affected by the war, and the specific origins and endings of the Holy War on the Northern Continent were not deeply involved. However, the Southern Continent's books on the history of the Northern Continent have more artistic elements, which can be said to be 100% true and 90% false.

And I don’t know how much of the history of the Protos Empire is true. After all, history has always been about being detailed, and Lan Qi was just taking a look.

Zestila nodded.

She has also heard many versions of the rumors about the Southern Continent, but it is obvious that most of them are false because they are too contradictory.

"Are there any allusions that you don't understand?"

She was used to teaching Lan Qi and would subconsciously worry when she saw that he might encounter difficulties.

"Fortunately, I probably know a little bit about it."

In fact, Lan Qi already knew a small part of the story background about the Northern Continent, but it was a pity that the copywriters were all Riddlers.

I can only say that this book is quite easy to understand if you look at it with its general background.

"That's good, ask me if you don't understand."

Zestila said.

"good."

Lan Qi replied with a smile.

He thought for a while, it was rare that Zestila would be willing to chat.

So for the time being, I hung up the silk bookmark strap attached to the book block and placed the book in my hand on the edge of the table.

"Do you have any favorite historical figures?"

Lan Qi asked Zestila.

When chatting about history, it is best to start with the characters, because you can infer the other person's position first, so as not to say anything that will disappoint or even make the other person unhappy.

Zestila thought for a moment,

"I like a few of the generals from the demon clan, but the one I like the most is probably Thalia."

"...?"

When Lan Qi heard this, his expression was slightly stunned, but he quickly adjusted his expression.

He didn't expect to hear a familiar name suddenly here.

He even opened the "Chronicle of the Holy War" and flipped through it, and sure enough, he glanced at Thalia's name.

It turns out that her name can still appear in the historical novels of the Northern Continent, and she is worthy of being an antique that is hundreds of years old.

"What are the characteristics of this ancient woman?"

Lan Qi asked curiously. He didn't know what charm Talia had besides being beautiful, powerful and immortal.

"She is tough, strong and full of talent. She has a rational heart under her cold appearance. She is the type of woman I most want to be. And...if the demons can be restored to the country one day, I believe she will be the one to do it. .”

When Zestila spoke of Thalia, her plain voice rarely contained a hint of longing.

"Why?"

Lan Qi was even more confused.

He actually felt that Thalia would never be able to return to the country. She had already lived a happy retirement life in Icerita.

Not to mention restoring the country, she is probably not willing to leave the Hutton Kingdom now.

"She will never get lost in her own power because of desire like other demons. There is actually an old saying in the demon world, which is that if a demon with no desires or desires appears in the world, it will definitely be the most terrifying and powerful one. Demon clan. Perhaps it is because of this that Thalia did not die with the demon clan and became the princess of the last descendant."

Zestila commented seriously.