Don't confiscate my citizenship

Rock Junction Station Base Layer.

Lan Qi led silently, holding a cuff in his hand, and the other end of the cuff was tightly locked on a woman's slender wrist.

They passed through the secluded staircase passage, and the metal parts of the handcuffs occasionally collided and made crisp sounds, which matched the rhythm of the two people's steps.

At the end of the passage is a slope that connects to the platform level that used to be illuminated by sunlight.

Lan Qi narrowed her eyes slightly, while Sid's head hung slightly beside her, making it difficult for people to see her eyes at this moment.

The glass curtain wall canopy that stands on the platform casts beams of natural light beams, like scattered gold coins, flashing in spots on the ground, and being stepped on by the footsteps of the two people from time to time.

At this time, there were only a few passengers waiting on the platform. Some were sitting on the benches, feeling a little uneasy, or standing on the edge of the platform, looking in the direction of the tracks.

Before the two of them could stop completely, in the distance, the magic rail train at the end of the track entered the station with a roar and a series of carriages.

The shining metallic texture of the car body and the reflection outside the window complement each other. The steel seals on each carriage passing quickly in front of the eyes are the emblem of the Protos Empire.

Lan Qi and Sid stood waiting in front of the painted line drawn on the ground.

When the train gradually slowed down and came to a steady stop, the door opened and a faint transparent mist floated out from the interior of the carriage. The residual heat released by the magic energy regulator when it was working gradually dissipated.

"boarding."

Lan Qi ordered with a slightly cold voice.

Next, even if Lan Qi didn't need to hold West Germany in handcuffs, she would naturally follow Lan Qi's steps and step into the carriage.

Without saying a word, she was as obedient as a doll. Passengers in the distance did not dare to glance over and could not imagine what would happen to this prisoner girl.

The two walked into the special carriage located at the rear of the magic rail train.

Different from other carriages in the front, this section is designed to be more solid and closed, with unique protection and privacy. The internal space, including the flight attendants, needs to ask for instructions and permission before entering.

Entering an internal space in the car, the door behind you closed, making a heavy metal impact sound that echoed in the wide space.

“Phew—get off work!”

The two of them came to the seats and sat down. They both seemed to have ended a tiring journey and leaned rather loosely on the backs of the chairs.

Lan Qi didn't want to move at all. He had been working for Askesan all morning and was really tired.

"When will this be untied?"

Sid raised his right hand that was resting on the armrest and held the handcuffs, making a jingling sound.

"You can untie it when the flight attendant brings lunch. You have to be good at appearance."

No matter what, they were still officers escorting prisoners on official duties, and they had to pretend to be flawless until they boarded the next train and changed their appearance.

But now that we are here, our investigation trip to the northern part of the empire is finally over, and we can easily return to the familiar imperial capital of Herrom.

"Oh, it's been a rough ride."

Lan Qi sighed as he recalled what he had experienced for more than a month.

Sid looked at him without comment.

"It was very rough for me. You obviously didn't suffer any injuries."

In the end, she could only roll her eyes at him and look away.

This guy didn't even get his clothes dirty all the way down.

Including the previous fight against the Specter in the snowfield, she was the one who punched each one, while Lan Qi was behind like a taskmaster doing nothing.

"You said you would protect me."

Lan Qi said with a smile of course.

Sid stared at his face again, obviously thinking that he was a bit teasing, and was about to make some sarcastic remarks to him, but after a moment of hesitation, he decided to forget it.

Such a natural smile is like thanking her - thank you for protecting me so well.

"You guy, it's a good thing you're not a girl. Otherwise, if you were to be treated as a saint, I would really be impressed by you."

West Germany showed an expression of resignation and spread his left hand.

She actually thought at first that it would be better if the person she fell in love with was a girl, but now she just feels lucky that he is not a girl.

"By the way, to what level have you recovered now?"

Lan Qi thought for a while and asked.

He saw that Sid was no longer as tired as he was on the snowfield, and seemed to be in much better spirits.

"It's around level five. I guess that's the limit. The more I recover, the more I can feel the shackles of the power of the seal. It's like it's locked my state."

Sigrid's expression suddenly became a little serious and she replied.

There is no problem in protecting oneself in the imperial capital Herom, but compared to his original self, he is unimaginably weak.

"But if I can break this seal, I may become stronger than before."

She clenched her fists and muttered to herself.

This is a disaster and an experience. Whatever doesn't kill her will make her stronger.

However, looking at Sigrid who looked like she was not frustrated at all, Lan Qi’s evaluation was——

"Goodbye."

There was a hint of pity in Lan Qi's eyes.

You are already too strong to get married, and if you become stronger, you will even be unable to get married.

"..."

Sid bit his lip, his fists shaking with anger.

If the prisoner hadn't stood up and beat the Holy Son of Nirvana next to him at this time, it might be seen by people on the platform outside the glass window, and she was already thinking about taking action.

"Son."

"Um?"

"If you meet a woman who can read minds in the future, be sure to run, turn around, and don't ask or think anything."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid I'm the only person in the world who would give in to you like this."

Siddhi smiled and said through gritted teeth.

Although she had reminded him several times, she always felt that this guy had a certain distrust of evil. Either he would operate to the extreme and never overturn, or if he overturned, it would be an epic disaster. She didn't want to go to the crematorium to claim her car. Son.

"Don't worry, even my most ambitious disciple Zestila can't even think of mastering this top-notch mental magic like mind reading within a few years."

Lan Qi crossed his fingers and said with great conviction,

"No one understands demon talent better than me."

Compared to humans, demons are more likely to draw spiritual magic that is comparable to epic spells through talent magic. However, in this world, there are very few pure demons with such talents.

"..."

Seeing Lanqi's confident look, Sid said nothing.

Sigrid had temporarily seen the little girl Zestila on the live projection of Protos Royal Academy of Magic’s monthly assessment day. At that time, Sigrid was watching in the residence of Gloria, the direct subordinate soldier. The Son leads the students.

Even if Zestila learns mind reading in the future, it will not harm Lan Qi, because she already respects her teacher.

But if she met an old man one day, Sigrid didn't dare to think what would happen.

In the moment of temporary silence between the two, a series of clear announcements sounded in all the carriages, rhythmic and formulaic, heralding the start of the journey.

After the broadcast ended, there was a slight tremor in the car, and then the seat began to push gently.

Lan Qi looked through the car window and stared at the outside world.

At first, all the changes on the platform were slow. The signboards and benches beside the platform only slid slowly, and the sunlight left floating strips of light on the glass windows.

The scenery outside the car window began to recede at a lazy pace, gradually distancing itself from them.

On the opposite platform, the passengers and station staff who were still within sight just now gradually disappeared behind the train one by one.

Until a familiar figure caught his eye again, and his eyes once again met through the car window glass at the eldest lady of the Earl of Milford's family, who was waiting for another train on the opposite platform.