After receiving thanks from Huberlian and Ranch, Theresa and the two waved goodbye gently.Then, just as quickly, she darted over to Vivian's side where the second group was waiting for their turn, jus...Chapter 272: The Wronged Ranch - A Head for a Debt, A Master for the Obligation

The next day. Remember our domain name.

The sunlight, somewhat shyly, pierced through the heavy cloud cover. Each beam, as it broke through the gloom, seemed to release a golden binding, faintly illuminating the outlines of the mingled pedestrians and creatures on Sunday's Helrom Street.

Every window on either side of the street had become a little theater of life, with small monster pets or chain-linked creatures gently resting their tentacles and tails on windowsills, curiously peering out at the world beyond.

But in this morning.

Lanche has left the inn near Protoss Royal Magic Academy.

He walked on the road to the Shrine of the Obliteration Knights.

Tomorrow, he will be staying at the Protoss Royal Magic Academy for five working days.

Today, as the last day of the weekend, he needs to go to the Order of the Silent Knight to meet the high priest who will bestow upon him the certificate of resurrection for the branch of Silence and receive his future work assignments.

Just as Lan Qi was taking a leisurely stroll, the sound of the cat boss's voice reached his ears again.

They depend on each other in a foreign land, the cat owner constantly nagging him all day long.

"Meow meow, Lanchi, you're now the new leader of the Annihilation Branch... You really won't meet Bishop Asksam"

If it really came to that, it wouldn't dare go with this kid to see the cardinal!

If one were to appear within the sight of a celestial disaster's incarnation, there would be no power to resist. One careless moment could result in utter annihilation.

"Rest assured, I've been diligently working on the tasks and have never forgotten my original intentions."

Lanche calmly said.

"Meow! Maybe you should focus on developing your business within the Empire instead! I feel like the Bah Tian branch is safer than the Silent Destruction branch!"

The cat owner thought he was being scammed.

You're visiting who Are you going to pretend to be undercover in the Revival Church like that!

It thinks that Lanchi is just drunk after drinking fake wine.

The cat boss had heard from Tata long ago that this kid had caused some trouble in the border town of Nan WanTina because of his drinking.

It worries that Lance is getting deeper and deeper, unable to turn back. Compared to this, it would fully support and encourage him to pursue any career he wants in the Empire. It just wants him to stay away from the Resurrection Church.

"Rest assured, I've cleanly severed ties with the Batian branch. The Pioneer is the Pioneer, and Loki is Loki. Your Imperial Journey will definitely satisfy you."

Lanche turned his head, looked at his shadow, raised his eyelids, and gave the cat boss a smile.

"Meow."

Meow meow meow, trust him one more time.

The city's air was thick with the scent of arcane concoctions, mingled with a lingering aroma of rainwater.

The ranch walked along the road paved with neatly arranged rectangular stone slabs.

Every time he rounded a corner, the number of pedestrians on the street gradually decreased.

Even the windowsills of high-rise buildings seem much less lively.

Then, a detail caught Lance's eye.

In the distance, a woman was walking towards the temple. Her long hair swayed gently in the breeze, cascading over her silver armor. The thin armor had an ancient design, with each joint showing the artisan's skill. Sunlight glinted off her armor, radiating a faint white glow, like moving water.

Lance had an impression of this woman in silver armor.

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Their destination was clearly the Knights of Oblivion.

And this woman named Sid was also one of the reasons for the final assessment being delayed.

However, Lan Qi and she had no intersection. They would become colleagues later on and would have to get to know each other sooner or later. There was no need to take the initiative to say hello.

Lan Qi thought this way, just as he stepped into the next street, without feeling any movement beside him, a cold hand suddenly grabbed his upper arm!

That hand was strong enough to seem like it could crush his bones with ease, but the owner of the hand used their strength precisely, making sure not to hurt him.

"You...."

Lancer didn't have time to react because he genuinely didn't feel any hostility, or that the opponent was significantly stronger than him. His nerves weren't capable of keeping up with the other party's speed.

The moment his eyes fell on the other person's figure, a gust of wind shrieked in his ear. All gravity seemed to vanish, his shoes lost all contact with the ground, and the pressure of the air made him certain he was being carried by the other into the high sky above the imperial capital.

The emerald glow in Lanchi's eyes pierced through the fog of Helm's Deep, carving a clear path. The mist swirled around him, bringing with it a biting chill.

Buildings, streets, vehicles, and people—all of these transform into blurry shadows in my eyes. Every detail is ripped apart by speed, leaving only a chaotic blend of color and light.

The next moment, everything accelerated. His eyes were almost ripped open by the icy wind. The city sprawled beneath them like shattered stained glass, a blur of colors in a dizzying freefall. The roaring wind filled his ears, and his mind buzzed with static. The air was so biting that every breath felt like inhaling from an ice cave.

Vision was starting to blur, and consciousness slowly drifted away from him.

However, the hand still held him fast, protecting his entire body with a force akin to magic, becoming his only anchor in this world of heights.

As his consciousness gradually blurred, preparing to plunge into the endless darkness, his speed suddenly decreased.

Not until he was gently placed on a flat piece of ground with Lance, did the impact bring back some awareness to Lance.

"……"!

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate.

He covered his forehead, steadied his swaying body, and then realized that in just over ten seconds, he had been transported to a completely different place.

It is a building that was designed to be ancient and grand.

"If there's a next time, could you please not bring me here"

Lanche let go of his hand and shook his head, the feeling of weakness hadn't completely disappeared.

His heart was doing fine, and this tenfold acceleration roller coaster hadn't knocked him out.

But he was suddenly bound, the other party even though it seemed to have tried their best to be gentle, but the gap in strength and physique between them was obvious. If Lance's rank were any lower, I'm afraid he would be unconscious now.

But the figure in the colored armor who had brought him here ignored him, only walking towards her seat by herself.

In this space, the high archways, intricate carvings, various mysterious objects and ancient paintings hanging on the walls, at a glance it looks like a private collection, exuding a profound and steady atmosphere. All of this tells Lance that this place gathers priceless treasures from different regions and eras.

The floor is made of deep brown wood aged by time. Each plank shows slight wear and tear, with different textures and shades, but each carries a unique story, as if that's what makes it so special.

Besides, the entire hall, covering hundreds of square meters, felt particularly spacious. Only the throne stood out, seemingly the only sovereign within this space. Behind it were shelves laden with various bottles and jars, from amber-colored wine goblets to crystal-clear spirits, all patiently awaiting their moment of selection.

At this moment, Lan Qi's recovered vision finally made out the figure that had forcibly brought him here.

West Germany.

The attire on their body has changed.

Her figure was still tall and graceful, her light-colored hair cascading down to her waist. Her eyes shone like stars in the night sky, or like violets blooming in spring. An aura of ambition surrounded her, powerful as a queen reigning over this land—she wasn't content with controlling what was before her, she wanted to conquer everything within sight.

Most of the time, I don't like to work with others. Some people think I'm domineering and like to interrupt and provoke others. They say I can't cooperate. But all I know is that I never let go of anything that benefits me easily.

She introduced herself simply, her domineering yet tranquil gaze like a clear lake reflecting a sword capable of piercing through one's heart.

"My lord, why have you summoned me here"

Lanchi performed a slight imperial bow towards him, not intending to say much before he could ascertain West's true identity and intentions.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

One's own life could be said to be in the other person's hands. If the other person had ill intentions, their hope of successfully resisting with force would be clearly zero.

West Germany stood silently facing the range, and slowly ascended her throne.

After taking off her disguise, she was a cold beauty who seemed to care little for Ranchi's feelings, only concerned with what she wanted.

Previously, I only used disguise magic, even the identity of Westley was completely fabricated.

You probably haven't heard of the name Sigrid.

West Germany, with one hand propping her chin, looked down at Lance. However, she clearly admired his composure.

But another name you've definitely heard.

Only then did she see a holy seal on her right thumb, flung up like a coin.

It left a brief sliver of silver in the air before landing once more in her palm.

Even if it was just a fleeting moment, Lance saw it.

The center of the Holy Seal is the Silver Moon Crown, its radiance drawing out a crescent moon, as if enemies would all be shattered into pieces, scattering at the edge of the crown. The stars surrounding the crown are fragments of broken weapons, representing the failure of those rebels and their pitiable fate.

He is all too familiar with this style of holy seal.

He had seen too much on the domineering priests of the Southwest Province's Baitian sect.

The only difference is ——

This shining West German, it is an incomparably domineering and dazzling orange radiance!

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