Don't confiscate my citizenship

night--

The full moon has risen high, and it is the moment when the bright stars sparkle and fill the entire sky.

The northeastern part of the Creation Empire, the province of Thuringia.

When night fell, the magic rail train that the group of people took slowly entered the territory of the city-state.

"This ancient imperial city-state is called Nistro. We will stop here tonight. The next train to the south will not be available until 10:13 tomorrow morning."

The train stopped at Nistro Municipal Station. The eldest lady of the Chamber of Commerce and her companions got off the carriage. The leading male manager looked at the clock and said.

"Thanks a lot."

Hyperion smiled and thanked.

Pranay is worthy of being the foreign minister during the old demon world, and he can arrange everything in an orderly manner.

What's more important is that these big demons all have anti-reconnaissance capabilities in different dimensions. They are protected by several civil servants of the big demons. Even the most powerful divination magic and detection magic cannot spy on their whereabouts.

"It's all simple little things, no need to be polite."

Pranay also worked as the principal's secretary at Protos Royal Academy of Magic.

These tasks are familiar to him.

Several people stepped onto the platform and walked towards the city outside the station.

At night, Nistro is shrouded in a hazy blue, and a group of spiers stand in the distance, as if paying tribute to the stars.

An old-fashioned black imperial vehicle was already waiting on the road outside the train station, and there were also people responsible for receiving them.

Due to the huge land area of ​​the Creation Empire, it was formed by the merger of three southern continent giants many years ago. The area of ​​​​one province alone may be equivalent to some countries in the Kingdom's United Parliamentary Alliance. Some provinces There is no direct transportation route between them, or the entire route has reached the end, and you can only transfer at the end.

Today, after the day's journey, they had traveled south from the province of Northland on the northeastern border of the empire to the province of Thuringia. They were much closer to their target location, Brilda, the capital of the empire in the province of Botswana.

For safety reasons, they moved into this chamber-owned mansion provided by the facilitator to ensure that they could have a more peaceful rest.

Hyperion sat in the back seat of the car, the engine roared deeply, and drove towards the depths of the city.

"Up here, the atmosphere of war is not as obvious as in Glen Waverley during the day."

"After all, this is the interior of the Creation Empire."

"It is said that the capital city of Brilda is still as prosperous as before, and there is no trace of the wartime feeling."

They were chatting in the car, and outside the window, the night view of Nistro slowly unfolded.

On both sides of the cobblestone streets, pure white stone buildings stand quietly, and the walls glow with a warm luster in the moonlight.

The streetlights emit an orange glow, giving the alley a dreamlike color.

The vehicle passed through winding streets and arrived at a secluded residential area.

The vehicle slowly stopped in front of the estate surrounded by tall walnut trees.

"I actually have a villa to live in."

"Of course, but that's not necessarily the case when we get to the capital. It may be a little simpler to live there. We can't live in a high-profile area there, or we can't afford it based on our status."

"I miss Herrom..."

Hyperion got out of the car, occasionally chatting with a few big demons behind her, and stepped onto the cobblestone path in front of the manor.

Colorful roses and myrtles line the paths, and the flowers whisper in the night wind.

The door of the mansion opened, and they walked through the red-carpeted foyer and walked into a luxuriously decorated hall. The marble floor was covered with hand-woven carpets, and their footsteps made a soft sound when they landed on them.

There were thick velvet curtains hanging in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Hyperion opened the curtains and took a deep breath of the fresh night air.

In this quiet night, she felt an unprecedented sense of peace and tranquility.

"This time, I don't want to rely on your protection anymore."

Hyperion placed her palms lightly against the glass window and muttered to herself.

Even in the storybook, there is no heroine who is carried away by the hero from beginning to end and does not need to grow at all.

"Huberlian, come and check out the empire's media channel."

Before Hyperion could sigh for long, Antanas pulled Hyperion back from the window.

"Antanas, why are you so relaxed?"

Hyperion didn't understand why Antanas was in such a good mood.

This is a serious task that has never happened before.

The real war has begun. Sneaking into the enemy's country is many times more dangerous than in the Protos Empire.

"Have you noticed that the worse you behave...ah, no, the weaker and helpless you are, the goddess of fate will help you arrange for the more powerful Lan Qi to take you away. Just make a wish to the goddess of fate every day."

Antanas explained.

In her heart, Hyperion is already the same as the demon saint. As long as she keeps praying every day, she will bring them luck.

"How can you say that!"

Hyperion felt that her devotion to the goddess of fate was not for this purpose, and she did not want to lie down and win until the finale!

"You are only at the sixth level. How can you possibly shoulder the important task of ending the unrest in Creation?"

Antanas touched Hyperion's head and told her not to feel stressed.

"I've tried my best, but there's nothing I can do."

Anyway, regardless of whether Hyperion shows off or not, she, Antanas, just has to do her job well.

For example, in the next Shadow World, although Boss Lan may become a victim of the mechanism, Antanas believes that Lan Qi will be able to lead them even if he carries a heavy burden.

"...Don't tire Lan Qi out."

Hyperion thought that Lan Qi probably didn't know that four more eighth-level demons would enter the Shadow World this time.

If the game starts in two places again, Lan Qi may have to wonder why the difficulty has become so much higher.

In the distance, the lights of the city flickered, like stars falling from the sky into the mortal world.

The two chatted for a while, and Hyperion was relaxed by the optimistic Antanas, and her spirit was no longer so tense.

"So Hyperion, the most important thing is to have a good rest and don't put pressure on yourself. You are always too worried. What you need is someone like Lan Qi who can make you feel at ease, even if you become lazy. It has nothing to do with lack of motivation. Only in this way can you heal your long-term psychological trauma."

Antanas patted Hyperion on the shoulder and said.

She worked as a demon doctor and also had a psychological consulting business.

In the Hellrom underground prison, she watched Lan Qi chatting with all the big demons and the warden. Lan Qi did not talk too much to her because she was mentally healthy and did not need Lan Qi's care.

"Can you really relax more..."

Hyperion asked hesitantly, glancing at the teacher who was sitting on the sofa and reading a magazine quietly for a long time.

"Huberlian, just treat it as a trip. Just leave the task of the Allied Forces to a few of us adults. You just need to provide us with a good cover."

The Ice Witch said without raising her head, still turning the pages of the book gracefully and slowly,

"Antanas is right, what you should do now is to treat this place as Icerita's own home, and learn how to integrate into the Crayu Empire naturally. For example, leisure and entertainment can sometimes become a kind of gain. Great way to get information.”

she taught.

The Ice Witch is well aware of Hyperion's abilities.

The last mission given to Hyperion to infiltrate Helrom was already the limit for Hyperion.

This trip to the Crean Empire was actually her mission as Artemis. Hyperion was only acting as a facilitator. If Hyperion was to be shouldered with the burden of responsibility, it would be too difficult for the child. .

and.

Out of a little selfishness, the Ice Witch also wanted to investigate whether there was any trace of that man in Brilda, the capital of Creation.

There is a mysterious cardinal whose whereabouts have closely overlapped with Loren's. Some time ago, many unscrupulous media began to suspect that Loren was a cardinal. They even made up nonsense, saying that the last cardinal of the Resurrection Church was... It is a man enveloped by a strong wind.

It wasn't until Loren's death in battle some time ago that this speculation was self-defeating.

Perhaps it was the last trace of luck that made Artis unable to tell whether he was expecting or fearing.

It should be...Loren wouldn't be in Brilda right now.

"That's it."

Hyperion nodded knowingly.

"Come and see if there are any good programs."

Antanas jumped back and leaned on the sofa, and his whole body was about to sink into the soft sofa at the moment of contact.

Hyperion followed her example and sat next to her.

Pranay and Shinora are cooking dinner.

One is cooking and the other is cutting vegetables.

The crystal screen screen in the living room is constantly switching under Hyperion's remote control.

It didn't stop until after a while.

It seems that this channel has content that attracts her more.

The program preview was playing on the crystal screen.

[We will bring you a live screening of "Romance of the Holy War" at the Brílda Opera House on time at 8:00 p.m. 】

[The content of the first special performance is publicly announced, please stay tuned to the Brilda Art Channel. 】

[There are still 17 minutes and 34 seconds left before the start...]

"Isn't this the novel I gave you last time?"

The Ice Witch sat on the single sofa on the side, looked up at the screen, and then looked at Hyperion.

She remembered that she first took out the book from the bookshelf and gave it to Hyperion to occupy her time on the road from the Kingdom of Esther Terran to the Protos Empire.

Unexpectedly, after more than half a year, the stage version of it can already be seen in the Southern Continent.

"This book Hyperion gave to Thalia again, and it almost caused an accident..."

Antanas spoke excitedly and turned her head sideways, but before she could finish speaking, Hyperion covered her mouth from behind.

"What?"

The Ice Witch looked at Antanas and Hyperion suspiciously.

"Nothing, what kind of accident can a book cause?"

Hyperion laughed and said, covering Antanas's mouth more tightly.

She cares about Thalia's face more than anyone else.

That day when Tata held a knife to Lan Qi's neck and asked Lan Qi to read some very shameful scripts, no more demons could ever know about it!

"..."

The Ice Witch didn't pay too much attention. In her impression, Thalia had always been very stable and upright, and she probably didn't have much interest in this kind of reading. Antanas tended to exaggerate the gossip, but in fact there was nothing to make a fuss about. .

"Then I would like to see the level of the live-action stage play of the Creation Empire."

She picked up the tea cup, sipped it lightly and said to herself.

During the Seros Empire, a group of wealthy Seros people founded the Brilda Opera House. It was originally located in the bustling area of ​​the city-state of Brilda. In 1662, the opera house was moved to the center of Brilda, the capital of the Creation Empire. , the new building was designed by the famous architect Ulti Stezzini.

After more than a hundred years of development, the Brílda Opera House has become one of the most prestigious landmarks in the southern part of the Southern Continent.

For example, the first station of Brilda in the Piazza Ducale of Osseta, located on the outskirts of the city, was also designed by the half-demon imperial craftsman Ulti Stezzini. Due to reconstruction and municipal planning issues at the time, it took many years. It was just completed and put into use.

Judging from the architecture alone, Artis still has a good impression of the Brilda Opera House.

Although she lives in the Northern Continent all year round, she lives in a country on the southern coast of the Northern Continent that is close to the sea. It is quite convenient to come to the Southern Continent. She occasionally travels south for official business and is involved in the astronomy, geography and history of the Southern Continent.

"I'm also looking forward to it a little bit."

Hyperion looked at the countdown on the screen and told Antanas.

She is a genuine reader who has finished reading the original work.

It can be said that every genuine reader like her has contributed a lot to the success of this book and is also a veteran figure.

The stage play will definitely undergo certain adaptations, but the adaptation is not random editing, and the drama is not nonsense. She will catch any flaws in the stage performance.

"It is said that the top imperial director Abigail is supervising the production. The entire Brilliant Opera House is also a professional team. The actors have gone through hundreds of hours of rehearsals. The previous performances have been successful. This time the public screening is as good as There won’t be any stage accidents, but the performance will definitely be great.”

Antanas took out the magazine from under the coffee table and flipped through it, then found the relevant information and started telling it to them.

"Are the actors too tired?"

Looking at the time when the project was launched, Huberian felt that the director named Abigail might be too strict with the lead actor.

"Professional actors shouldn't do it. If it doesn't work, the director will definitely contact his friends to call for a substitute. There should always be backup preparations. This is a public performance."

Antanas was unimpressed.

"what?"

Sinola came over with a plate of cut fruits and placed it on the coffee table in front of the sofa where they were sitting, and found that they were chatting animatedly.

"It's the one called "So Cute I Want to Eat You Up". Come and watch it after you and Pranay finish cooking."

Antanas introduced it concisely and comprehensively.

When it comes to "Jihad Romance", Sinora may have to think about which book it is, because Sinora has read too many books, but when it comes to "So Cute I Want to Eat You", Sinora instantly knows it is what.

Pranai glanced here from behind the island.

"Oh, I'll come right away!"

Sinola nodded and trotted back to the kitchen behind the living room.

Later, my friends and I will gather in front of the screen to have dinner and watch this show together. It will definitely be a wonderful night!