Don't confiscate my citizenship

Early morning two days later.

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

The mountains to the north surround it like a guardian angel, becoming a natural barrier. The melted snow at the foot of the mountains turns into a winding stream flowing eastward through the city. When the spring breeze comes, the moat moistens things silently, giving this city-state endless charm. Vitality and vitality.

Once you arrive in this province, you will find that the architectural style is inherited from the ancient veins of the imperial capital Herrom. The material selection is more inclined to natural stone and wood, creating a style that complements the mountains and mountains in the far north. The stone skin, wood and bones seem to be intertwined with nature. Into a three-dimensional picture scroll.

But this year, the weather was in turmoil and the cold was unusually cold. Even the warm lands in the southern part of the Protos Empire were covered in winter snow.

Even though it's almost mid-April in the northern provinces, spring is still lingering, and the erratic weather will bring wind and snow from time to time, re-clearing the face of the city-state, and even making residents wonder whether this frozen world will continue to the next one. Winter.

In the south of Box Mountain Province, the magic rail train station "Rock Junction" located on the west side of the main city in the hinterland is the hub to the south of the empire. This largest magic rail train station in the northern part of the empire is also a symbol of ancient craftsmanship and magic. of crystallization.

On the track, every sound of brakes and sparks from the friction of iron wheels are the accents in the movement of the magical machinery, echoing in the vast platform level of the Rock Junction Station.

At the far end of the station, a magic train filled with the cold atmosphere of the north, with a thin layer of frost and snow on the roof, was speeding towards the high platform of the station.

The scrolling imperial characters on the slender crystal screen on the side of the car showed that it was a magic rail train that started from Milford Railway Station in the Northwest Province and ended at Rock Junction Station.

In the front car, a space that combines elegance and comfort is designed to look like a hotel suite.

The top of this section of the box is a hand-made paneled ceiling, and the walls are covered with dark veneer wooden boards, exuding a faint scent of sandalwood, and decorated with art paintings with gold frames. In addition to the spacious room wrapped in high-quality leather and suede fabrics Soft-touch throw pillows and blankets can provide extra warmth in chairs and beds.

Hyperion came to the armchair, sat down, and looked out the window quietly.

She woke up before the sky outside the car window lit up. She washed up early and packed her luggage. She was extremely cautious along the way.

Ever since she left the Milford Territory, the empire had been filled with a thick and strange atmosphere, like it was always surrounded by a dark gray fog, making it impossible for her to rest at ease.

"elder sister."

Not long after, Michula, who had just gotten up, also completed her preparations and sat across from Hyperion. Although she didn't say anything, she probably meant to signal to Hyperion that she was ready. Ready to go at any time.

"I learned from the conductor that at Rock Junction Station these days, all the Nirvana Priests are on the platform. They are always in a terrible state of war readiness, as if they are ready to take action at any time, which makes people panic."

Hyperion sighed and said to Michula.

Although she had long thought that it would be a big deal to make all the main forces of the Nirvana branch in the Northwest Province come out, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that some turmoil was going on in the Protos Empire, and an outsider like her, I can't see the fog clearly at all.

The less you know, the more frightening it is.

"... When these guys were searching for spies from the Church of Destiny and the Kingdom of Estherland in Milford, they wouldn't have blocked the station to this extent."

Michula's tone was obviously dissatisfied with this group of resurrection believers.

"Sister, you don't have to worry. If you are upright, you won't be afraid of shadows. There is no reason for the Nirvana branch to target our Milford family."

Michelle said confidently.

"……really."

Hyperion nodded.

"The most ridiculous thing is that there will be a vote for the bishop in more than a week. At that time, my father will also go to the imperial capital of Herrom. He will probably vote for Bishop Annihilation. After all, no noble in the north dares not to vote for him."

Just mentioning the Church of Resurrection, Michaela's eyes showed a look of disgust, especially for the Annihilation branch. She wished she could expel all these cultists from the Milford Territory.

If Askesan fails to vote for him at the critical moment and Askesan wins in the end, this guy may not do anything on the surface, but one day he will give the nobles of the northern empire who stabbed him the most cruel liquidation.

Everyone knows what kind of person Askosan, the Bishop of Annihilation, is.

After getting off the bus, at the rocky intersection station full of Nirvana Bishop Eagle Dogs, Michelle had to hide her innermost thoughts. Now was the last time she could chat freely in the car.

"This vote is already inevitable for the empire. I just hope that the lesser of the three evils, Tyrant or Mourning, will be slightly better than Annihilation."

Hyperion shook her head.

She has limited understanding of the Cardinal's style here in the Northern Continent.

According to the Ice Witch, the best outcome would be for the Mourning Bishop to win.

Compared to the extremely ambitious and egoistic Bishops of Annihilation and Hegemony, the Bishop of Mourning is more conservative and neutral.

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

"Batian and Mourning are not good things. We may still see priests from these two branches when we get to the imperial capital of Herrom. We don't even know if there are any hidden members of them who have infiltrated into the school... Anyway, people from the Church of Resurrection No matter how friendly they seem, don’t believe a word they say.”

Michula was very worried that her sister had been deceived by the evil believers of the Church of Resurrection. Those crazy beasts were capable of anything.

If there are senior leaders of the Resurrection Church who take a fancy to my sister's talents and her status in the Milford family, they may find ways to contact her or seduce her in order to win over their Milford family at this key point in the empire. Cardinal branch to the southeast.

"Don't worry, Michula. We are completely separate from the cultists and will never have the slightest connection with the Church of Resurrection."

Hyperion smiled and assured Mithura in a voice that sounded like morning prayers in the temple in the past.

Hearing what her sister said, Mi XiuLa felt relieved.

Seeing her sister's upright character, kindness and seriousness, she also firmly believed that her sister would never fall into the trap of being together with the Resurrectionists.

There's still one chapter left to finish. I'll finish it before ten o'clock.