Don't Confiscate My Citizenship Chapter 359

Chapter 359 Hyperion is here

 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 hub 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 has changed, the cold has been unusually cold, and even the warm lands in the southern part of the Protos Empire have been 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 air of the north, with a thin layer of frost and snow on the roof, was speeding towards the high platform of the station.

The imperial characters scrolling on the slender crystal screen on the side of the car body show that this is a magic rail train that starts from the Milford Railway Station in the Northwest Province and ends at the Rock Junction Station.

 In the front carriage, a space that combines elegance and comfort is designed 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 had lit up. She washed up early and packed her luggage. She was extremely cautious along the way.

Since she left the Milford Territory, the empire has been filled with a thick and strange atmosphere, like it is 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, the platform levels are all occupied by Annihilation Priests, who 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 Mithura.

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 don't understand, the more frightening it is.

“…When these guys were searching for spies from the Church of the Goddess of Destiny and the Kingdom of Estherland in Milford, they didn't go to this extent to blockade the station.”

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

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

 Mixiura 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. It is estimated that he will have to vote for Bishop Annihilation. After all, no noble in the north dares not to vote for him.”

Just mentioning the Church of Resurrection, Michula had a look of disgust in her eyes, especially for the Annihilation branch. She wanted to expel all these cultists from the Milford Territory.

 Out Out Out?

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 conceal 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 will be chosen. Winning by Tyrant or Mourning is slightly better than winning by Annihilation."

Hyperion shook her head.

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

 According to the Ice Witch, the best outcome is 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 hidden members of them who have infiltrated into the school... Anyway, no matter who is in the Church of Resurrection, No matter how friendly they seem, don't believe a word they say.”

Michura is very worried that her sister will be deceived by the evil believers of the Church of Resurrection. Those crazy beasts are 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, Mishura, we are completely separate from the cultists, and we 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.

Looking at her sister's upright, kind and upright appearance, she also firmly believed that her sister would never be someone who could fall into the same trap as the Resurrectionists.

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

 (End of this chapter)

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