by the massive explosion. His body drew a huge arc in the air before crashing to the ground like a bird with broken wings.His body rolled several times before coming to a stop in a corner of the hall....Chapter 365: Ranchi returned to his Imperial City of Helrom.

This time, both Ranch and the eldest Miss Milford family naturally no longer paid attention to each other, only briefly exchanging glances.

Lan Chi was certain that the young lady from the earl's family had seen him, but it was clear she was wary of the Silent Saint's identity, her eyes avoiding his.

Ranch chuckled and sighed.

He may yet meet his two student companions at the Protos Royal Magic Academy in Helm's Deep, the imperial city. But by then, he would no longer be a source of astonishment for them.

Although their prior acquaintance was limited, the unfortunate plight of that lady presented a sense of déjà vu to Lynch.

Many times when he saw Hubert, it was either someone was about to kill Hubert or someone was on their way to kill Hubert.

But in this countess, Ranchi sensed no trace of the great poet. Her appearance was also completely different from the disguise that Talia had given Hubert at departure.

I'm probably overthinking things.

However, upon closer thought, if Huberlian wanted to disguise herself as a young lady from an earl's family and infiltrate the Protoss Empire, she would probably change her appearance. But she would need a card maker proficient in Demon magic script to help her recreate the [Transformation: Human] card. Also, the [Great Love Poet] card, which does not belong to Huberlian and cannot be stored in her soul space, would also need to be sealed and disguised as something else to pass through the customs of the Protoss Empire's Box Mountain province.

West Germany's hand secretly poked Rance, interrupting his thoughts.

Lanche stared in surprise and confusion at his companion.

"Why are you staring at that girl for so long"

It seems that because Lance disguised himself as the Desolate Child, Sid especially disliked Lance's new look and went all out when fighting him, not sparing him at all.

"Do you have it"

"Look, there were clearly two girls standing on the platform just now. You didn't even ask me 'Which girl' first."

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Lance was a bit speechless.

But he soon grinned.

"I remembered an old friend, but it shouldn't be such a coincidence."

He replied calmly.

>On the other side.

On the platform, where the tracks lay empty before her, Huberley saw the train across from her begin to move.

She just accidentally looked at a dangerous fellow!

She thus discovered that the Nirvana Child had left.

But in that instant, she saw a faint smile on the figure's lips, and his composed and steady demeanor seemed as if good fortune would always surround him. For a moment, it made her feel like there was a strange sense of familiarity about this person.

"It shouldn't… be it"

Hueberlian gazed at the departing train, murmuring to herself.

She couldn't quite fathom this over-the-top, absurd situation. No matter how she looked at it, it was inconceivable that Lonnie had replaced the Desolate Saint and then helped her out here.

But.

She didn't know for a moment whether she should trust logic or intuition....

On the platform, Huberley stood silently, her skirt swaying gently in the breeze. The wind brushed past her, soundlessly ruffling her silken hair. She lightly pressed down on the strands of hair that were being lifted by the wind.

The train roared past, disappearing from her sight, carrying with it billowing steam and the fading sound of its whistle, heading towards the distant horizon.

If it were him or her, we'd surely meet again in Helroom.

Two figures, growing smaller and smaller as they moved away from each other in the train and on the platform, each thought to themselves.

……

……

> The next day.

The Protoss Empire's heartland, the capital city of Helrm.

As the afternoon sun of spring slanted across the tracks, the magitek rail train slowly came to a halt at Herloom City South Station.

Lanche and Sigrid, having retrieved their luggage from the baggage claim, made their way through the throngs of people in the concourse and past the heavily guarded checkpoint.

Their steps were hurried, weaving through the throng of people bustling in Helkholm at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Stepping out of the station, a breath of air mingled with the fragrance of nature hit me. In Herlo, you could feel the breath of spring more than in the cold north.

On either side of the street, vibrant plants intertwine with ancient, towering buildings, creating a scene that connects fantasy and reality.

"Helsingborg has a certain magical feeling to it, even I think it's quite nice living here."

Lancy dragged her suitcase with one hand and held a cup of afternoon tea in the other, sighing.

No matter how many times you come to this city, you'll be drawn to the increasingly strange architectural landscape as you venture deeper into the city. This is something you can't find in a painting.

"I think you'd be really well-suited to work in urban planning. You might even be able to make it better."

Siegfried was chatting with him.

>The two people changed trains halfway and in the process of transferring, they changed their appearance.

Golden sunlight glistened between the skyscrapers, and in the floating gardens, flowers bloomed profusely, a riot of color. The two walked beneath them, hearing the plants singing from afar in the sky garden and seeing the faint glow of stardust emanating. This afternoon was imbued with a sense of serene leisure.

The cat boss stayed silent, hiding in the shadows of Lan Chi. It hadn't stopped listening to the two people chatter the whole way.

Mingming had heard from Tata that she and Lance hadn't spoken much at all on their journey from Nan Wan Tina to the capital, Ikerite.

The cat owner now, whenever he thinks back on the interactions between Ranch and Tata, then looks at the interactions between Ranch and Sid right before him.

Through the lens of controlled variable testing, could it really be Tata's issue

"After I rest back at school for a bit, I'll have to head to the Helmerom Broadcasting Company."

Lanch said to Sigrid.

The interview show is tonight, he needs to get to the Helrohm Broadcasting Company headquarters early.

Now it is still early, but later Sigrid will have to stay alone at Proto's Royal Magic Academy.

"No problem, just take me to Groliya."

Siegfried nodded.

"Is she okay"

Ranch pondered the name for a moment and then asked.

He remembered seeing Gloria, the Centurion who had served directly under her, in Professor Seddo's history class. She seemed bored at the time and had wandered over to look at him. She was also one of Sieglinde's trusted confidants who remained at the Protos Royal Magic Academy.

But along the way, Lynch had the Obliterator Bishop test his loyalty, making Lynch feel that there were a bunch of rebellious people around. He felt sorry for the Obliterator Bishop that humanity wasn't worth it.

Therefore, he can't help but feel a bit worried now. Facing true temptation, could loyalty be swayed by villains

Don't worry, I practically raised her, I know her inside and out.

Siegfried said with conviction.

When I was a student at the Protoss Royal Magic Academy, I spent most of my time living with Gloria's family. She was one of Sigrid's most trusted subordinates.

Gloria is a powerful student, ranking tenth in her third-year class. She has a standalone mansion as her residence within the school, and since she's on their side, Lance, who investigated potential Revivalist followers in the school, tacitly allowed her to remain.

However, Lanci made no reply, lost in thought.Siegfried looked at Lanci and prepared to explain Gloria's credibility once more.

Immediately, she saw Lance's puzzled look.

It's hard to tell if she's under thirty or in her early thirties.

Sieglinde laughed derisively, and quickened her pace toward the front, ignoring Lynch entirely.

I tried my best, but I can't finish it today. At least three more chapters tomorrow.

(The End)

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