Don’t Confiscate My Citizenship: Chapter 362 Ranchi\'s Asylum
Chapter 362 Lan Qi’s Asylum
Tight air condensed in the rock intersection station hall, like a piece of ice about to break.
Behind the queue of passengers, a sudden sound was thrown into the fragile ice like a heavy stone, causing an echo!
Everyone was evacuated by the newly arrived group of Nirvana Knights. As they stepped back, their eyes turned to the source of the sound.
From the crowd dispersed on the road, a young man wearing a dark gray suit slowly stood out. His slender figure was slightly thin, his nose was straight, his thin lips were tightly closed, and his clear-cut face was even more silent and cold under the light. But with unpredictable storms.
The only puzzling thing is that he is wearing a one-sided handcuff on his left hand, and the other side of the handcuff is locked on a light-haired woman with no resistance, dull purple eyes, and her head hanging slightly. It's like being escorted by a prosecutor to **** a felon.
Soon, there was no need for the Nirvana Knight to clear the way. The people around him instinctively felt a sense of danger due to his presence, and naturally moved aside. Even they themselves were not sure why this happened.
The steps of the man in gray didn't seem to be in a hurry, but they were subtly changing the atmosphere in the station. The tension and chaos gradually became orderly under the guidance of his steps.
As he finally walked to the front of the crowd and stood in front of the two noble girls and the priests, the noble girls and the Nirvana priests around him couldn't help but become nervous.
Compared to the common people, the priests of the Nirvana branch are more afraid of the Son of Nirvana.
Perhaps they know better what kind of person the Holy Son of Nirvana is.
The calm and dangerous temperament of this man is not an illusion. If you say the wrong thing in front of him, it will lead to unpredictable consequences.
“Why is it so confusing?”
The young man's voice sounded again, this time clearer than before, and even more unpredictable about his thoughts.
“Lord Agniello.”
The high priest quickly saluted the young man in gray who arrived. Compared with the two newly captured noble ladies in front of him, what was more important was obviously to pay respect to the most dangerous person at the moment, the Holy Son of Nirvana, and to report on his work.
“We found a suspected felon you were chasing and wanted to take her to the Temple of the Knights of Nirvana to await your investigation. It took a lot of time to convince them.”
His words were quite suggestive of taking credit.
Hearing the high priest call the young man in front of her Agnello, Hyperion's heart jumped into her throat.
Although the light gray-haired young man in front of him looks elegant and can even be said to have an indescribable sense of security, from the previous fearful attitude of the Nirvana branch priests towards him, we can see how dangerous he is. .
Her luck was terrible after all. Not only was she inexplicably stopped by the Nirvana branch today, but she also encountered the enemy she least wanted to meet so quickly.
Even Hyperion couldn't help but wonder if there was a mole in the Church of the Goddess of Destiny. But if there was a mole, something was wrong. The Holy Son of Nirvana should find a way to catch her in the Northwest Province. There is no need to make a big deal. Fei Zhouzhang led her to Hezishan Province.
She could only keep her gaze on the Holy Son of Annihilation, for fear of missing any detail that might indicate a key change, but she did not dare to look at him, for fear of being read by this dangerous enemy in this situation.
The young man's gaze swept over Hyperion and Michola, which was calm and profound, full of majesty that could not be spied upon or ignored.
While she was waiting for the Son of Annihilation's inspection, Hyperion could feel the cold sweat on her palms. Even though she tried her best to control her breathing and make it look calm, her heartbeat was beating like a drum. , trying to calm down the panic inside at this worst moment.
“Let them go.”
The young man's voice did not waver and he spoke calmly.
He caught a glimpse of the materials in the Archpriest's hands.
Obviously, the two of them were students going to Protos Royal Academy of Magic, and the tall one seemed to be regarded as a Sigrid suspect by the high priest, so he wanted to detain them.
The high priest was stunned.
Not only the high priest, but also Hyperion and Mithula showed surprised expressions.
They never expected that after this more dangerous guy appeared, the first thing he did was to let them pass decisively.
“She is my prey, you got the wrong person.”
The young man in gray raised his left hand, which was handcuffed, and the wrist of the girl beside him who was unable to resist was also tied up.
The high priest's eyes were full of astonishment, and then he became torn after understanding the current situation.
"But…"
The eyes of the high priest seem to want the Son of Annihilation to understand the situation here - He has already offended these two countesses a little. Instead of letting them go, it is better to do something to make sure that Earl Milford will not vote randomly. !
“Instead of counting the farce caused by your incompetence here, it is better to seize the time to carry out the next task to make up for your fault. Lord Asksan’s great cause cannot tolerate any mistakes due to you.”
The expression of the young man in gray was slightly displeased, but that impatience was not ignorance of the situation, but his control of the situation.
His gaze can penetrate everything quickly, not only the physical barrier, but also the spiritual defense.
“Yes, my lord.”
Under such gaze, the high priest finally realized his vulnerability and stepped away.
“Are you the Milford ladies?”
After a moment, the young man in gray took a half step closer to Hyperion and Michaela. The two simple steps were like dropping a huge boulder into Hyperion's sea, arousing many emotions.
She did not relax her vigilance because of what the young man said before. Instead, she felt deeper confusion and fear because of the various encounters and changes that she could not understand today.
"Yes."
Hyperion nodded calmly and replied.
"I'm sorry to scare you. After you go to the imperial capital, study hard and forget these unpleasant things."
The gray-clothed young man's voice became much calmer, he looked at the two noble ladies and said.
Then he turned back to look at the high priest who had stopped them earlier.
"I apologize to the two young ladies. If Lord Asksan loses the election because of Earl Milford's key vote, how will you be responsible?"
…”
Hearing this, the high priest lowered his head, clenched his teeth tightly, and the blood vessels on his forehead beat slightly. No matter how malicious he was to these two arrogant young ladies, he did not dare to reveal his thoughts now. To the look.
Finally, the archpriest took a deep breath and returned to his original posture, bowing deeply to Hyperion and Michola.
“I’m sorry, you two, but please, sir, please don’t worry about this misunderstanding for the sake of Mr. Agniello.”
…”
Neither Hyperion nor Michura responded, nor did they thank the Holy Son of Annihilation.
They just glanced at the Holy Son of Annihilation and left the gate quickly after he opened the way for them.
After walking through the stairs and corridors until they arrived at the brand new platform No. 3, and making sure that no priests from the Nirvana branch were following them, Hyperion felt relieved again.
This place is already under the jurisdiction of the Imperial Army, which is equivalent to leaving the northern blockade and can go to the south at any time. Even the priests of the Annihilation branch have no right to cross the Protos Defense Hall to arrest people here.
This is a feeling of thrill, relief, and survival after falling from the sky.
“Sister, why does the Holy Son of Nirvana help us?”
Michula pursed her lips tightly. She could not figure out why this most terrifying guy in the Northwest Province would let them go so easily.
Hyperion shook her head and sat on the wide bench on the platform level with complicated eyes, waiting for the train that would arrive at noon.
There are too many things she doesn't understand now.
Of course she would not thank Agniello, the most notorious Son of Nirvana in the legend, for helping them, but there seemed to be an indescribable sense of familiarity about him, as if she had seen this person before.
It was precisely in this way that Hyperion truly felt the danger and chaos, and even began to be confused about herself. She actually had the illusion that she could not distinguish between friends and foes.
Michura noticed her sister's deep doubts, so she didn't ask any more questions and sat quietly beside her, waiting together for the train that had not yet arrived.
(End of this chapter)