Chapter 359: Huberlian Also Has Hate Absorption Passive Skil
ith student council affairs."Were you guys just talking about Dean Lauren again"Frey had overheard bits and pieces of their conversation while they were on the stairs before he saw them, but it was fr...Chapter 360: Huberlian Can Also Absorb Hatred Passively
The vehicle should be nearing the Rock Junction Station soon. Sitting in the seat, you can feel a distinct slowdown, but it will still be a while before the train comes to a complete stop at the station. {Write this part so readers remember our domain name}
Between the two sat a delicately set table, adorned with gilded porcelain, gleaming cutlery, and several bottles of Milford's finest fruit brandy. Beneath it lay a miniature ice-enchanted wine cooler, brimming with an array of beverages and delectable treats.
Their luggage has already been checked in and will be directly transferred to the next train. It will then be delivered to Protos Royal Academy by a special delivery service at Helstrom Central Station. When they get off the train, they only need to carry their small personal items such as identification documents.
"The Imperial City of Helrom is actually a pretty good city to visit, after all, there are quite a few attractions around the school alone, such as the Helrom Zoo, the Infinite Library and the Starlight Theater, not to mention that mesmerizing natural magic-infused moat. It would be perfect if it weren't for the oppressive coursework at Protos Royal Magic Academy."
Mishu'ra gazed at the scenery and paintings gradually slowing through the glass window, sighing.
Hubert nodded.
Although Lance had told her at the beginning that after completing her tasks on the Northern Continent, she must fully enjoy herself without distractions, now she bore a heavy burden and couldn't accompany Lance to fulfill this plan. Or rather, the environment no longer allowed them to relax and treat Protos Empire as a travel destination.
As for the initial concept of observing "The Primordial Slate - Sealed," given the current precarious state of the Empire, it is no longer feasible to implement.
However, this trip to the North Continent, granted by Lauren an extra two months of leave, regardless of how large or small the task or the expected deviation is, if successful at least Lance could return to Aethelterre Kingdom with her to observe her teacher's [Primary Slate - Healing]. Even if they returned to Icteri Academy, they would still be able to complete their assignments.
She rested her chin thoughtfully in her hand, gazing silently out the window. Her soft hair cascaded over her shoulders.
"Sis, are you thinking about that guy named Rocky again"
Until Mireille's unexpected voice interrupted Huberlian's thoughts.
Isn't it obvious
Hubert was taken aback for a moment, then put down his hand that he had been resting on his head and looked at Melissa.
Previously, at the temple in the kingdom of Aetheria, she was always seen by the Snow Witch. Even after arriving in the Protoss Empire, Mirella said so after seeing her spacing out.
It's not very obvious, but it's easy to guess.
Mishula replied.
She was becoming more and more curious about what kind of man the one her sister always thought about could be.
"I hope he's doing well."
Huperlyan sighed, saying.
"What kind of person is he"
Misura asked curiously.
"All I hope is that he can live a peaceful and stable life."
Hueberly thought for a moment, really didn't know how to evaluate this person, Lynch, could only sigh like this.
..."
Misura pondered, was her sister's request so low
This fellow named Lucky isn't some guy who just wanders around all day and mooches off his sister, is he
Looking at my sister's appearance, I also really want to keep him and not let him go out to work.
No, there's something wrong with this kind of man. He probably has your sister wrapped around his finger.
"When we find him, I'll have a look at this man for you."
Misura clenched her fists and said in a serious tone.
"Misura, are you misunderstanding something He's actually a really good person and always takes care of me. It's just that sometimes his appearances can be too outlandish, making your heart race and blood vessels scream in protest. And once he gets serious about something... there's this terrifying feeling of how talented he is."
Huperlyan stared into Mishula's eyes, trying to explain what a true Ranchi was like. As she spoke, she couldn't help but wryly shake her head. No matter how much merit she earned, it wasn't nearly as fast as Ranchi used it up.
Mishuara frowned in confusion.
She wasn't sure if her sister was telling the truth or just delusional as a victim of being deceived.
Then I'd like to see what this guy is capable of. What makes him so impressive in your eyes
Mishula thought her sister's love-struck filter was way too heavy.
As the train smoothly rolled over the last section of speed bumps, both Mishura and Huberlian in the carriage realized they had arrived at the station of the Rock Convergence. The hum of aetheric power faded, and the train gradually came to a halt.
The grandeur of the Rock Convergence Station slowly came into their view, a historical and futuristic structure unfolding outside the window. The platform was vast and bright, its dome constructed from crystal-like transparent glass, allowing weak light to filter in, like scattered stardust illuminating the hall.
The closer she got to the Imperial City of Helrom, the closer Huberlyan felt to Ranche.
During her time in the Kingdom of Ethersand, she would often imagine Rance arriving at the southern shores of the Empire or even coming to the Imperial Capital, Herolme.
But as the train came to a stop, Huberly realized that to get to Helrom, she had to first cross the heavily guarded Box Mountain province. Here, having left both the Atherslan Kingdom and Milford territory, everything depended on her alone; no one would help her anymore.
Hughley and Misura rose from their seats, picked up their handbags, and stepped out of their carriage onto the bustling station concourse.
Giant stone pillars, supporting the sky of each platform, have witnessed countless trains traveling north and south. They stitched together the periphery and center of the empire. Now, the arrival of trains has become much rarer than before, shrouding this once bustling giant station in a veil of desolation.
On the station platform, Imperial soldiers with weapons stood like dark statues, motionless and imposing.
Many Imperial travelers on the platform looked anxious, as if they could sense the taut strings of tension in the air.
Passengers cautiously made their way off the platform, heading towards the station hall, carefully avoiding any direct eye contact with those figures who stood as rigid as rocks.
Two distinct pathways guided everyone's journey—one extending to a transfer point, the other leading directly to the exit.
Most travelers undoubtedly chose the latter, heading to Box Mountain Province.
Trains coming from the northwest of the empire, if they change routes, either head north to the Snowfield Province or south, leaving the Northern Blockade Zone.
People who go to the Snowy Plains Province are often few. A little further ahead is the northern border province near the front lines, and if you want to go south, you will be subjected to strict inspections.
Things haven't been right lately.
The Extinction Branch stopped most people trying to leave the Northern Quarantine Zone, and a few of those chosen are now missing.
They claim to have brought those suspected of being "dangerous imperial agents" to the Silent Knight's Temple for further observation and investigation, but no one knows where that place is. What the Silent Priests will do to those who are held there, and whether there is any hope of ever coming out again, remains a mystery.
Of course, this successfully deterred many Imperial residents who wanted to leave the North, and it also significantly reduced the amount of work that the Scourge's minions had to do.
The sound of Hyberlian and Mishura's footsteps echoed on the stone-paved path within the transfer passage.
Until they neared the checkpoint, Imperial soldiers and the Obliterator priests had been watching them both along the way.
At the checkpoint, it's no longer Imperial Army troops checking travelers. It's now a group of Acolytes from the Obliteratus faction, alongside their elite heavy infantry.
The high priest standing before the inspection platform radiated powerful magical energy. The purple holy mark on his left chest shimmered under the light, as if revealing the glory of power. His gaze was like a judge's scale, precise and sharp, weighing every passerby.
Huberleyan and Mishura remained composed, their steps unwavering. They made their way towards the checkpoint queue.
Although there weren't many people ahead of me in the queue, it was clear that each person's screening was taking a long time.
>It was not until more than ten minutes had passed that the two of them finally arrived at the front.
The Grand Inquisitor's owl-like gaze was fixed upon the two of them.
Two people stepped forward and presented all the documents required to pass through this checkpoint.
When the Grand Master noticed the identities of the two, his eyes softened considerably, but he did not relax his vigilance. He flipped through documents and materials while raising his gaze to observe the pair.
"So she's the daughter of Lord Milford."
The two Miss Milfords were not ordinary Imperial residents, influential enough to sway Earl Milford's vote for the Bishop in late April. It would be unnecessary to make things difficult for them.
Until the Grand Magister saw Hupperbert's acceptance letter to the Royal Academy of Protoss magic, he finally frowned.
He immediately returned Mirela's ID card to her, turning his gaze to Huberlian instead.
Miss Misura may leave. Miss Marylian Milford, you will need to submit to our inquiry.
The words of the Grand Master, like the wind on a winter night, are sharp and full of power.
At the same time, all the elite priests behind him went into battle readiness.
The air at the checkpoint solidified instantly, shifting from a peaceful and casual atmosphere to one of tense anticipation.
Hubberley's usually gentle features were now taut, her eyes betraying a flicker of surprise and deep perplexity.
Although she was performing as usual, acting out the most normal reaction, her heart still beat faster and faster.
The Grand Master's gaze pierced through her like a dart, sharp and unquestionable. He didn't care about her expression or whether she was innocent or not.
Behind him, ranks of Dusk Knights in heavy armor gripped their weapons tightly. The metal plates between them clinked softly with every movement, each action measured and cautious, like they were touching the most sensitive nerve, poised to unleash a terrifying force at the slightest command.
Passengers waiting at the back of the queue also felt this tense atmosphere. Many people subconsciously stepped back and dared not make a sound.
A strange electricity hung in the air during that brief silence, a tension so thick that even the smallest sound could spark a wildfire.
May I ask why
Huberly inquired, perplexed and worried.
For a moment, she couldn't figure out what was going on.
I didn't do anything suspicious, and there shouldn't be any omissions in the admission letter.
Being stopped without reason, this enigmatic sense of the unknown filled her with extreme danger.
"I'm sorry, I can't disclose that. I hope you leave on your own, so we don't have to take any action."
The high priest responded politely, but his expression was unusually cold.
Prior to this, their work in the Northwest Province was searching for remnants of the Goddess of Fate Church.
But now they have more important tasks.
Compared to the current task, previous search efforts were mere child's play.
Their greatest responsibility upon arriving in this city-state was to intercept and apprehend two enemy figures. According to information released by the Sage of Tranquility, one of them must be female, while the other's identity remains unknown. Any target identified as female is particularly suspect.
This mission's danger level is so high that they would rather kill the wrong person than let anyone slip through. If even one detail is overlooked, the consequences for everyone involved will be unimaginable.
Protoss Royal Academy of Magic's admission materials show that Miss Millean Milford is a fifth-rank mage.
She is a woman of tall stature, and her current peak power level is roughly around the fifth tier.
Everything matches the description of the woman the Silent One is looking for.
Although she wasn't detected with disguise magic by the Imperial side, her skills as a thief and artist could still allow for some degree of disguise. This was beyond the detection capabilities of magic tests.
The only difference is that there doesn't seem to be any obvious magical seal power on this woman.
Is she really the person the bishop is looking for
Perhaps only the Sage of Extinction could discern it.
But the Grand Master looked instead at the clock in the guardhouse.
Looking at the time, Arnell should be back soon.
This week, I've been averaging over six thousand words per day! Exhausted. Please, daddy fans, give me your monthly tickets at the beginning of the month! Please!
(End of Chapter)
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