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"..."
But after saying that, she seemed a little hesitant again.
Lanqi smiled, held the handrail on the door lock, and didn't push it down for a long time, as if he was waiting for something.
at last.
Talia stood up, walked over quickly, and hugged Hyperion.
"Tata?"
Hyperion opened her lips slightly in surprise, and then slowly put her hand on Tata's slender back, closing her eyes with peace of mind, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
"..."
Talia said nothing, but stroked Hyperion's hair.
It is said that a human mother can hug her daughter when she says goodbye to her.
But she didn't know what to say at this time.
Without wasting any time, Talia let go of Hyperion.
"Lanqi, Hyperion, be careful on the road."
Talia looked at the two of them and added.
"Well, don't worry Tata."
"it is good!"
Lanci said to Talia with a grin.
This old woman is becoming more and more humane.
He finally opened the door and left the restaurant with Hyperion and the cat owner.
The empty store suddenly became quiet.
"..."
however.
After Ranchi and Hyperion disappeared, Talia stood there, frowning.
"Old...what..."
Talia murmured with her lips slightly parted.
"I still can't hear clearly..."
Forget it.
You are not far from mastering the ability to read minds.
She could quickly hear what the boy was saying in his heart.
……
The sound of horse hooves echoed through the streets of Icerita, the wheels hummed and rolled, and the hustle and bustle of the city center faded away.
The afternoon sun shone on the gently swaying sightseeing carriage, and Lanci and Hyperion would arrive at Ikerit Central Station before dark.
From a distance, you can see ripples on the winding canal, reflecting the setting sun.
In fact, they have not yet visited the royal capital of Ikerit together.
Now that I have relaxed, I feel that this quaint city, yet full of modern vitality, is particularly beautiful.
After leaving Ikerita, they will have to use the new identities they have prepared.
Hyperion's disguise was black hair and dark eyes like her father, Duke Migaia, while Ranch chose the same light brown hair color as Dean Loren, and did not change her eye color.
As for the alias, Hyperion decided to call herself Miriam, borrowing the first syllables of her father's name.
And Lanqi still followed her naming style and called himself Rocky, paying tribute to Dean Loren.
Although Hyperion could see Lanqi's admiration for Loren through this incident, she always felt that it was not a good thing for Lanqi to imitate Loren too much...
"Lanqi, I will definitely keep an eye on you."
Hyperion held the little black cat thoughtfully, finally turned her head to stare at Lanqi and said seriously.
"You have always been optimistic about me. I feel at ease."
Lanqi leaned back in his chair leisurely, and the sunset scenery in the sky passed quickly through his eyes.
Hyperion was slightly stunned.
"Of course I will keep an eye on you in battle. This is what I promised you when we first teamed up. But outside of battle, I will also keep an eye on you and won't let you mess around!"
She explained to Lanqi in a clear and logical manner the multiple meanings of "see".
To support him, we must not let him do whatever he wants, but of course, we must also help him wholeheartedly at the critical moment.
"How could I possibly mess around..."
Lanci said, looking at Hyperion with a smile.
At this moment, her cheeks and behind her were a sky mixed with pink and orange. The autumn water was rippling and the light was radiant. Even without the need for lights, one could catch a glimpse of her radiance. In the golden hour that belonged to her alone, time seemed to have stopped for her.
"But...if you think I'm messing around, just warn me."
Lan Qi's eyes returned to the front of the road and continued.
Although he has lofty and firm ideals, he is not a stubborn person. Hyperion is his reliable companion, so he will certainly listen to her opinions.
But that’s all very long term.
All you need to know right now is...
Their new journey to the Northern Continent is about to begin!
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I beg for monthly tickets at the end of the month and the beginning of the month. I kowtow to my fathers!
Tomorrow we will start a new chapter of the Northern Continent storyline, and in September we should be able to release some new illustrations and portraits. If you have any scenes you want to see, please leave a message. I will see all the comments and this chapter! Xizhi will start to sacrifice her wallet and invite new works like crazy...
Chapter 238 The Darkest Hour of the Northern Continent
Late January, on the southern coast of the Protoss Empire in the northern continent.
Snow is not a common weather phenomenon in this area located on the warmer coastline.
Lilom has always been a warm, lively city with the sea as its background.
Because the geographical location of this south coast city is in the remote west of the southern border, it is very far away from the large main port on the south coast of the Protoss Empire. There are large tracts of mountains and forests inland behind the city, and it is hundreds of kilometers away from the nearest inland city. Therefore, most of the time it is just a tourist city.
Although it is not particularly rich, the scenery is beautiful.
The entire city is spread over a series of small islands near the coast and the bridges connecting them. Therefore, the artistic bridges have become a very conspicuous landscape in the city of Lilom. They not only facilitate transportation, but also provide an excellent place to view the sea.
However, in this rare, extremely cold winter this year, the storm seemed to have swept all the way from the imperial capital in the north to their border cities.
A light snow fell in the night.
The light from the lighthouse seemed dim in the thin snow curtain. The ships docked in the harbor were covered with a faint layer of white. The seabirds no longer chirped, but hid in the cabins or the warm holes of the lighthouse. The masts of the ships formed a psychedelic silhouette in the fine snow and the lights in the distance.
Snowflakes landed softly on the city's cobblestone roads, blending in with the snow already on the ground.
The long road from the port to the city hall was covered with snow, and the light became soft and hazy through the snow on the lampshades.
After dark, the number of pedestrians on the road became scarce, and the occasional people who appeared were all wearing thick coats and hats, walking hurriedly.
Their footsteps left traces of water on the ground, turning the newly fallen snow black.
These citizens don't seem to be afraid of the cold.
Rather, it was the harmonious yet strange changes in the Protoss Empire in recent times and the group of silver-robed priests who could walk openly on the streets.
In this deep night when even the moonlight is almost hidden.
Not far from the City Hall, in a mansion that matches the family background and power.
Deep red tapestries drape the walls, delicate embroidery depicting scenes of war, trade, harmony, and prosperity, showcasing the history and splendor of the Proteus Empire.
In the reception room, two men sat calmly on chairs made of moonwood and metal, drinking across the table.
This seemed like a banquet for villains that had never disappeared in the history of the Northern Continent.
"Master of the Resurrection Church, I salute you on behalf of the Lord."
The man wearing the specially tailored clothes for fat people was obviously a noble in this city-state. He raised the wine glass and drank it all.
"Viscount Francis is too ignorant of current affairs to see the overall situation of the empire."
The nobleman looked deeply distressed, shook his head and sighed, just like a noble man who was worried about the world.
As for who he thinks is qualified to govern this city-state, the attitude he showed to the resurrected priest before him explained it better than anything else.
"...Actually, I quite admire that lord."
Opposite the noble, a silver-armored priest with a blue alien holy seal hanging around his neck and who believed in evil gods shook his wine glass and muttered.
The holy seal on his chest is a precious blue [Certificate of Resurrection - Tyrant].
The members of the Resurrection Church who possess this level of [Certificate of Resurrection] are all high priests of high rank. Those with purple rare seals and above are almost all direct soldiers or confidants of the bishop, not big figures that can be seen in a small border place like theirs.
The pink sacred ones are the saints chosen by the bishop, and they are even further away. The epic level is the [Certificate of the Bishop].
Under normal circumstances.
Members of the Church of Resurrection will do their utmost to hide their [Certificate of Resurrection] and only show it when they need to prove their identity to their colleagues.
There are almost no crazy guys who would turn it into a seal and wear it openly.
But now.
In the Protoss Empire, the Church of Resurrection has been recognized as a legal religion.
The cardinals who had always been notorious in the northern continent, feared and hated by all races, had now become archbishops who needed to be respected by the people of the Protoss Empire.
This drastic change was not caused by the Church of Resurrection, and the Church of Resurrection did not have the ability to force the Protoss Empire. This was the Empire's own initiative.