Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 380 - 360: Lanci wondering why there is a young lady who needs help here_ 1

The entrance to the Rock Intersection Station, which should originally be orderly, has now fallen into slight chaos for unknown reasons.

The readiness of the Priests of Nirvana was resolute and swift, the vigilance flashing in their eyes revealing the importance of the task at hand. The structure of cast iron and glass under the light seemed particularly cold and tough in this unexpected situation, reflecting the tense faces of the passengers.

All eyes were centered on the two girls of nobility who were surrounded at the entrance.

"If Miss Milian Milford is not involved in any wrongdoing, we assure you that she will not be harmed in the slightest, and she will be released immediately once her innocence is proven."

The Grand Priest who ordered to stop them bowed slightly and said in a polite manner.

"..."

The queue of passengers stretched sinuously on the corridor, everyone was waiting, as if some event was about to suddenly erupt. The mood of the ordinary Imperial passengers, like the temperature inside the station, was gradually cooling, heading towards a freezing point.

Not only Hyperion and Michela, everyone knew that the promises made by the Priests of the Nirvana Branch were untrustworthy.

In this silence, the air was abruptly sliced by gusts of wind, exceptionally clear.

The Grand Priest did not raise his head, waiting for a statement from the two noble girls in front of him.

"I would miss the opening time of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy, and without evidence and a warrant, you cannot arbitrarily arrest the imperial nobility."

Even though Hyperion seemed to be temperless before, now her eyes were slightly narrowed, showing a hint of displeasure. She found it hard to accept the ruthless tactics of the Nirvana Branch.

"If we were really guilty, you could have brought legal documents from the police department, arrested us in our school in Herram, and by that time, regardless of whether we agree or not, the school would cooperate with your work immediately."

Michela also took a step forward, her voice more assertive.

Their train to the imperial city, Herram, was scheduled to depart at eleven in the morning. There is more than a three-hour gap between the two trains from the Milford Province to the Hezishan Province and from Hezishan to the imperial city Herram. Count Milford took into consideration the potential time required for transfers and gave them an ample rest and preparation time.

But if they were intercepted by the Knights of Nirvana, regardless of the results of the investigation, they would certainly miss the original scheduled train. If they were detained, they would most likely be unable to enter the Protoss Royal Magic Academy for a week when they were released and had to purchase tickets on the spot.

That strict and semi-closed school denied its students to go out during weekdays as a rule, and didn’t allow students who didn’t return on time to enter during the term as a strict punishment to maintain the grading rules.

"I’m sorry, we have the priority to carry out secret tasks related to the northern war. If you need to sue us, please contact Count Milford."

The Grand Priest glanced at Michela, his words still sounded polite, but his eyes began to suppress the coldness.

The Grand Priest sneered. These two arrogant noble ladies had wasted so much of his time. Now, even if Michela wanted to leave, he wouldn’t let her.

If they continued with this attitude, then when the time came, they would have to be properly tamed in the Temple of the Knights of Nirvana. Even as hostages, they could make Count Milford obediently vote for the Bishop of Nirvana, leaving no room for any mishaps.

Once the Bishop of Nirvana was elected, the strong cooperation between the Protoss Empire and the Rebirth Church would be settled. Even if Count Milford saw his two daughters tarnished or killed, he could do nothing but swallow his anger.

"Very well, you two will go together."

The Grand Priest signaled the heavily armored knights behind him to lead the two women away, and many passengers in the queue wisely chose to step back momentarily.

Those passengers whose trains were due to depart only several hours later had already left the queue to go elsewhere. Only those whose trains were about to depart were waiting anxiously.

Anyone encountering blockage while having to transfer should be very anxious, but at this moment, no one dared to speak out.

As dust settled into silence, Hyperion could not help but feel a bitter resentment. She knew she had made no mistake, and these Priests of Nirvana seemed not to have detected any slip-up. Instead, they had apprehended her by some stroke of misfortune.

This was a matter of sheer luck which Hyperion was all too familiar with. Regardless of how she struggled, she could not dispel the calamity that also threatened those who helped her. Even her powerful father, who had always protected her, appeared to have been affected by her ill-fate and his whereabouts remained unknown.

She always felt cursed, as if her fortune always tended to the worse side.

It wasn’t until she met Lanci, a man who defied fate, that her bad luck seemed to turn around completely, as if he carried all her luck.

Now without Lanci, that feeling of helplessness surged in her heart again.

But she couldn’t possibly cry out for Lanci as she had done at Purgatory Corridor Academy, trusting that he would suddenly appear to save her.

Oh Lady Goddess, what should I do now?

Just then, the mass of people dispersed again, as if a path had been cleared by the guards.

Hyperion’s darkening expression was once again relieved ever so slightly, her gaze lifting at the commotion.

"What are you all doing?"

A languid voice filled with confusion and impatience sounded.

It seemed that the blockage of the passage had gone on for too long, causing him to feel that it was quite uncivilized.