Don't confiscate my citizenship

After an unknown amount of time of escaping, the strong wind on the snowfield brought Agniello to the city wall of Bonn in the northernmost part of the Snowfield Province.

The towering city walls of this city-state are covered with weathered sigils, and the city gates blend into the snowy fields. The nearby military guards and cavalry are patrolling. Their sights are sharp, and every detail cannot escape their eyes.

Agnello sped forward in the snow. The wind and snow behind him almost swallowed him whole. The sky was gray, with only flying snowflakes dancing in the air.

As he approached the city wall, the wind and snow gradually weakened, and the thick clouds no longer seemed to cover the city of Bonn in front of him. Instead, there was a faint ray of warm sunshine, falling through the gaps in the clouds.

The brightening light, like a guide, reflected on the city wall, coating the edge of the ancient stone wall with a golden edge.

Agniello's eyes were attracted to it, his heartbeat gradually slowed down, and the lingering fear in his chest began to be replaced by safety and hope. The city-state's protective barrier seemed so gentle and friendly, like a haven in paradise.

Agnello walked into the city gate entrance and no longer looked so panicked. When the military guard checked him, he took out the unique Imperial Army ID from the inside of his clothes, with his name and identity mark engraved on it.

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

The city gate slowly opened in front of us, revealing the inner scene of Bonn. Looking down from the city gate on the high ground, the busy streets, lively markets and buildings all made the city full of vitality, which was completely different from the silent snowfield. different.

Agnello took a deep breath. He could feel that the anxiety that had been suppressed for a long time in his chest was released. His heartbeat gradually stabilized, and every cell was rejoicing for this moment of peace.

Walking forward along the main street, he understood that although he had escaped this time, he now had more important tasks to complete.

The people in the city have no idea what is going on in the outside world, and they go on with their lives with ignorant laughter.

If the great priest Loren hadn't been far away from the Snowy Province, he would have selected some lucky ones and slaughtered all the animals as evidence of guilt for the overlord Catholic Church.

The closer to the center of the city-state, the more regular and solemn the buildings appear.

One of the most eye-catching buildings is the Temple of the Knights of Annihilation standing at the end of Bonn Square.

Its spire stands tall, and every stone embodies traces of history.

Agnello smiled a little when he could see the temple.

Entering the temple, he immediately found the high priest stationed at the temple.

Seeing Agnello, the Son of Nirvana, the high priest's eyes showed a hint of shock, which quickly turned into joy.

"Lord Agnello, your arrival is an honor for our branch of the Knights of Annihilation in Snowfield Province."

He saluted.

"Forget your compliments, I need to see the governor of Bonn, immediately."

Agnello didn't have much patience to beat around the bush with the archpriest, so he said coldly.

The high priest was a little surprised by Aniello's order. It was obvious that there was something very urgent that made Aniello show such an attitude. However, the high priest nodded quickly and extended his hand to signal Aniello to go directly outside the temple.

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

he responded.

The interior of the temple was magnificent, but Agniello was not moved by it. He just walked through the corridor with the archpriest and quickly left the temple.

The streets in Bonn are paved with snow-white stone bricks and lined with trees and flower beds. Although there is wind and snow all year round, the Northland greenery here is still lush.

Pedestrians on the street stepped aside one after another when they saw Agniello and the high priest of the Nirvana branch passing by.

Agnello has no idea about the attitude of the people in Snowfield Province. This is almost a province that was abandoned during the war. If it were not for the geographical location that is extremely far away from the Northern Border Province and relatively close to the Box Mountain Province, it would have been destroyed long ago. .

In addition to being full of stubborn nobles, this remote province is also in a mess. Even the imperial capital of Herrom has no one to take over the position of governor.

However, I heard that some time ago, the Snowy Province had a new governor with tough skills. The city of Bonn even built the governor's palace for him in advance. The governor started working here directly after taking office. As for the original lord of the city of Bonn Viscount Blackburn was imprisoned for treason and will be escorted to the imperial capital of Herrom for further trial. Now the city-state has been managed by the governor and several other lords, and has become a new power unanimously recognized by the provincial dignitaries and the people. government centre.

Soon, Agniello and the Archpriest arrived at the other end of the city-state. In the distance there was a new, more magnificent building - the Governor's Palace of the Snowy Province of Bonn City. On the stone road, the footsteps of the two people echoed, bringing There is a sense of urgency.

Across an open square, the two came to the Governor's Palace in Bonn City. This palace stood on high steps. The door was surrounded by various statues of imperial heroes, as if their heroic souls would still protect the empire for generations to come.

The high priest informed the military guards guarding the door of their intention, and the guards immediately let them through and contacted the important figures in the palace using communication equipment.

The door of the Governor's Mansion slowly opened, revealing a glorious hall. Exquisite tapestries hung on the left and right walls, with totems of various city-states in the Snowy Province drawn on them. The wall lamps cast a soft light.

Aniello didn't wait long in the hall when a middle-aged man walked down the spacious steps. He was wearing a dark brown aristocratic robe and seemed to be working. He took time out to go to the office because of the arrival of the two of them. Come and meet.

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

"Excuse me, why did the Archbishop come to the Governor's Palace today?"

Viscount Levin Kingston, who walked up to the two of them, had a calm and calm look in his eyes. He invited the two of them inside and asked.

"It's not that I'm here to see you, it's that our Lord, the Holy Son of Nirvana, has important matters to visit."

The archpriest introduced Agnello's identity to Viscount Kingston in a concise and concise manner, and said to Agnello: "Sir Agnello, this Viscount Kingston is currently the acting governor of Snowfield Province. When the governor is away, Many matters can be delegated to him."

"It turns out to be the Holy Son of Nirvana."

Hearing this, Viscount Kingston showed an expression of realization and respect on his face.

"If you have anything to say, just tell me."

Viscount Levin Kingston's tone was calm, and every word was explained clearly, giving people a very stable and reliable feeling.

The Holy Son of Nirvana nodded lightly.

"Viscount Kingston, I need to use the communication terminal of the Snowfield Province immediately to establish contact with the front line on the northern border and the imperial capital Herom."

Agnello's voice was devoid of any unnecessary emotion.

"However, the communication terminals of our Snowfield Province are now controlled and restricted by the imperial military."

Viscount Kingston was slightly startled, nodded slowly, and responded.

"I have permission."

Agnello glanced at Viscount Kingston with a stern expression.

"Okay, we will naturally meet your request as soon as possible, but what urgent matter happened that required you to contact the Imperial Capital and the front in such a hurry?"

Viscount Kingston continued walking forward with Agnello and the Archpriest, and asked slightly worriedly.

A trace of vigilance flashed in Agnello's eyes, and he soon returned to being cold.

Viscount Kingston is a shrewd man, and it is normal to care about the safety of Snowfield Province. What's more, he wants to let as many people as possible know about the news that "Loren has appeared in the empire".

"Loren, the great priest of the Southern Continent, has arrived. I must use the communication terminal as soon as possible to notify the empire's senior officials of this urgent news. I will talk about the rest after the contact is completed."

Agnello replied briefly.

"real or fake?"

Viscount Kingston immediately raised his eyebrows and sighed in surprise.

But he didn't say anything more, he just nodded slightly, quickened his pace with a solemn expression, and motioned for Agniello to continue following him, as if he understood the urgency of the question.

The three of them walked along the stairs to the third floor of the Governor's Mansion. The carpet in the corridor was embroidered with golden emblems and coats of arms, reflecting the glorious will of the snowy plains. This floor was the meeting area and the Governor's office, with several elite guards from the province. Guards, lights are arranged appropriately in every corner, and the bright chandeliers on the high vaulted ceiling illuminate the entire corridor as bright as day.

The team headed by Viscount Kingston stopped in front of a large oak door. He reached out and pushed open the door, revealing a well-decorated office. The walls were covered with dark wood grain wallpaper and the bookshelves were full of books. The precious ancient books and archives of the city-state were obtained.

On the desk, there are neatly organized documents to be processed and valuable magic equipment.

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

Viscount Kingston motioned Agnello to the location of the communication terminal: "Lord Son of Nirvana, please."

Agnello nodded indifferently, then looked at Viscount Kingston and the Archpriest without saying a word.

The two of them were caught by his gaze and understood immediately. They greeted him and turned back to close the door.

then.

Agnello was the only one left in this spacious office.

His body relaxed slightly involuntarily.

The air is filled with the slight fragrance of agarwood, and the wall lamps cast ample light into the entire space. Every Protos Empire-style decoration and layout shows that this is an orderly and stable power center.

This is the sense of security and dependence that Agnello desperately needs on his way to escape and fight.

Stepping to the communication terminal, he put the imperial military's special [encrypted communication program] into the terminal and started making the contacts he needed.

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

As long as this message that is enough to shock the Protos Empire is conveyed, it will still be a great achievement.

He will gain greater trust and unimaginable popularity from Protos' top brass!

There was a buzzing and a beep coming from the microphone, which was a signal that the connection was successfully connected.

Agniello's mission is finally about to be completed. All the pressure and all the shadows behind him are dissipated by the sunshine at this moment, filled with deep satisfaction and expectations, as if after a long journey, he finally sees that piece of land. An oasis in the heart.

The next second.

A gentle voice came from the microphone that surprised Agnello.

"Hello."

Agnello was still immersed in that stability just now, and his heart was full of hope. However, when this voice sounded.

A chill seemed to pour into Agnello's brain from his ears.

His hand trembled as if being electrocuted, and he wanted to drop the microphone.

This did not sound like the voice of an officer from the Defense Department of the imperial capital Herrom.

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