k orb-like familiar brought by the host teacher.Only the brown cover of the booklet read:Demons Music: Graduation Exam and ConcertLocation: G24 Corridor, Demon King's Gift Theater"Another test"Lanche...Chapter 329: Governor Lanchi's Northern Magic Realm Challenge

Northern Border Province.

Bandar City is a town located at a high altitude, surrounded by rugged mountain ranges and craggy cliffs. In this icy region, eternal snow and cold winds create Bandar City's unique atmosphere.

Hundreds of meters south of Bandar City, on a snowfield, snowflakes danced in the sky, falling to the ground or into deep mountain ravines.

At this time, a sled pulled by a gigantic black demon fox left a unique trail on this silent snowfield.

The sled stopped beside a frozen lake, its surface like a perfect sheet of white jade, reflecting the pale sky. A few majestic trees stood on the shore, their branches already covered in snow.

Two figures jumped off the sled.

According to time, the investigation team arrived much earlier than us. If their route was similar, they should have been able to scout or notice their return journey along the way.

Lan Qi ordered the cat boss to put away his portable high-durability sled and gazed at the city in the distance, muttering to himself.

Bandar city in the snowstorm is like a gigantic charcoal sculpture carved on the snowy plain, standing firm. Snowflakes fall on its towering walls of steel, but they never manage to turn it white.

Outside the city walls, towers and spires reached for the sky, adorned with dim lights in the snow, as if telling the world of its resilience, vicissitudes, and glory.

These days, there have only been a few fortresses, city-states, and villages along the way. Geographically speaking, the two of them had long reached the northern border province.

Lanche and Xide would try their best to rest in a town at night, only seeking suitable camping spots if they couldn't find any cities or towns. Seeing a large city like this should theoretically make things easier, but now this city only has a sense of oppression a hundred times worse than the Imperial City of Helrom.

Ranche stood at the edge of this city-state, and even from afar, one could hear the imperial military string orchestra playing from within the city. The sound carried clearly in the wind and snow from the distance.

This orchestral piece is similar to the Hermion's magical transit station, and if you listen carefully, you'll find many modulations.

The majestic melody, which could never return to its gentle and peaceful state, carried a deeper emotion. Glory, betrayal, battles, and sacrifice.

To avoid unnecessary suspicion and trouble, Lance temporarily ordered the fox to return and prepared to walk over with West.

Entering Bandar town not only requires a permit but also involves strict identity checks.

The city-state's barrier protection is very strict, and it is impossible to detect any information inside from a distance outside the city.

"West Germany, you must always be ready to protect me."

Ranch had a strong premonition that once he stepped into that city-state, something unpredictable might happen the next second.

This might be the first time he had to face a magical realm battle since arriving in the Northern Continent, following the trail of scattered oddities and anomalies within the Empire.

"Understood, I made preparations to protect you before I left. Don't worry, as long as I'm alive, you won't die."

While West hadn't shared much with Lance, she had brought along spells specifically designed to protect her vulnerable teammates.

Lanche nodded.

Although he had always challenged realms far beyond his own shadow world, this time the gap was unlike any before, exceeding his combat capabilities by far.

If we were to use the concept of levels, Purgatory Corridor Academy would be like a level 45 dungeon, The Banquet of Heretics would be a level 60 dungeon, and the Northern Border Warfront ahead would recommend a level of 89.

A survey team led by Rear Admiral Kaname Kurou, with over 70 members, is likely to have encountered an unforeseen event.

At this moment, the greatest conspiracy hidden in the Protoss Empire's north is within reach. The only one who can uncover the mystery of the empire's conflict with the northern nations is Rory Macassi.

Even the enemy who planned this war couldn't have predicted that the mighty Overlord would be brought here. This teammate, at least level 85 or higher, is currently Ranchi's greatest reliance.

West looked at Lance's expression, then turned his gaze to the city-state teeming with unknowns.

"You're actually more relaxed than I expected. Do you have any secret weapons"

West Germany chuckled lightly and asked.

Although she has never seen Lance fight, she is very confident that her Saint as a combatant should be no worse.

Because of confidence and lack of confidence, it leads to a very obvious difference in people's mental outlook.

"I hope I don't have to use it."

Lanchi's emerald eyes were full of thought, as if contemplating right and wrong, always so.

Even though his mind remained as clear and tranquil as still water, ripples of lingering disturbance never ceased to appear on its surface.

"

After all this time knowing each other, I still don't know what your fighting role is.

"

Now that West Germany thinks about it carefully, Ranch's excellence has made her overlook some of Ranch's basic functions. Of course, even if Ranch is just considered an artist, she is quite satisfied.

According to her speculation, Lance's physique and her fighting style are completely different, but they should complement each other.

He would be better off as a healer or a functional assistant.

Either he's a tank, or this guy draws aggro without needing magic; he's just born with way more skills than others.

As long as you raise him, he'll be quite useful to her.

"I am a sealer."

Lancelot openly told Sigrid his profession.

"Huh"

West looked at Lance with a furrowed brow.

She never imagined that her Holy Child would turn out to be the very sealer she hated most.

I never even thought that one day I would receive a sealer as my Saint Son.

Even if the priests of the Heaven Branch knew that the Hegemon Son was the same type of sealer as the Annihilation Bishop, they would definitely question if the Hegemon Church had a problem with its ideology.

But then I thought about it.

Siegfried thought it was even more adorable that a rare underworld species like a sealer would be one of their own.

"I really want to cultivate you to level six sooner, so that you can go and clash with the Son of Nirvana."

Sigrid quickly accepted Lance's profession.

"Don't misunderstand, I'm not a dark sealer like the Obliteration Bishop. All my sealing techniques are warm and fervent; they were born out of love and peace."

Lancer replied confidently.

I've never heard of such a sealer.

West Germany's expression seemed somewhat puzzled.

But she was too lazy to delve deeper; her son hardly ever needed to intervene.

She had never seen Lanchi attacked before, he wouldn't even run haphazardly. If he locked onto an enemy, he would always walk towards them slowly, with grace and elegance.

Even if someone else tried their best to act cool all the time, they probably wouldn't have her air of being a saint's child.

It was right up her alley, and to Siegfried, that was a major plus.

The distant, profound military music had finished one cycle, like snowflakes gently falling on the frozen land. Then a new round of orchestral music began, and the mournful melody suddenly became tense and conflicted. The sound of metal clashing echoed through the air, bringing with it the scent of fire and smoke. It felt as if you were standing in the midst of an endless battle between demons and men.

"Shall we go"

West Germany stretched his limbs, signaling to Ranch that he was ready.

Then let's go.

In the midst of wind and snow, Lance set off toward the border city-states.

I recommend this book: ~"Your Infamy Is Known to All"

"The tyrannical king of wickedness, the despicable and shameless prophet, the source of evil conspiracies, the cunning villain with supreme intelligence... These are the epithets bestowed upon you by your citizens."

"Because they fear your achievements and personality, they also avoid these titles, and prefer to call you——The Venerable One."

Of course, you've also gained some renown. Many underground organizations have even dubbed you a savior, though those same organizations are currently being hunted by the Empire.

What do you think about these things

A reporter asked Rogers.

"Slander! They're slandering me! All I wanted in the beginning was a little bit of security..."

Before Rogues could finish his answer, several young boys and girls burst into the interview room. Shouting about friendship, bonds, and the future, they charged toward Rogues.

Please let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

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