ss."Logically, a classroom with one seal on the door should be a 1% increase upon entry. The moment we pass through, that number also increases by 1%."That means we contributed 2% of the exploration...Chapter 362: Ranchi's Protection

The air crackled with tension in the station hall of the Rock Junction, thick and heavy like a sheet of ice about to shatter.

Behind the queue of passengers, a sudden voice sounded like a heavy stone dropped into a fragile ice layer, causing ripples!

Everyone was dispersed by the newly arrived squadron of Obliterators, their retreating footsteps accompanied by glances directed toward the source of the voice.

From the parting crowd, a young man in a deep gray suit emerged slowly. His slender frame was slightly thin, with a straight nose, thin lips tightly closed, and his sharply defined face glowed in the light, revealing a quiet and cold look in his eyes, yet holding an unpredictable storm within.

The only puzzling thing was that he had a single handcuff on his left hand, the other side of which was fastened to a pale-haired woman with no resistance. Her purple eyes were dull and lifeless, and she hung her head slightly, as if being escorted by an officer in charge of transporting serious offenders.

Soon, without the need for the Grim Knight to clear a path, people around him instinctively felt a sense of danger from his presence and naturally moved out of his way, even though they themselves couldn't explain why.

The gray-clothed man's steps didn't seem hurried, but they were subtly changing the atmosphere within the station. Tension and chaos gradually became orderly under his guidance.

As he finally reached the front of the crowd, standing before two noble girls and priests, both the noble girls and the surrounding clergymen of the Silent Order couldn't help but feel a surge of tension.

Members of the Abeyance Branch fear the Abeyance Child more than commoners do.

Or perhaps they simply understand better what the Son of Emptiness truly is.

This person's calm yet dangerous aura is not an illusion. If you say the wrong thing in front of him, it will lead to unforeseen consequences.

"How is this so chaotic"

The youth's voice sounded again, clearer and more enigmatic than before.

"Master Anello."

The Grand Inquisitor hurriedly bowed to the young man in gray robes. Compared to the two noble ladies who had just been captured, it was clearly more important to show respect and report his work to the current number one dangerous figure, the Son of Silence.

We found a suspect who might be the one you're hunting. We managed to bring her to the Silent Knights' Cathedral for your investigation. It took some convincing to get them there.

His words had a hint of self-promotion.

When the Grand Magister called the young man before him Anello, Hubrian's heart leaped into his throat.

Though this young man with ash-gray hair appears refined, even exuding a sense of inexplicable safety, the fear evident in the demeanor of the former ascetics from the Annihilation Branch speaks volumes about the danger he truly represents.

Her luck was ultimately terrible, not only was she inexplicably stopped by the Obliteration Branch today, but she also encountered her most unwelcome enemy so quickly.

Even Huberlianne couldn't help but wonder if there was a mole within the Temple of the Fate Goddess. But if there was a mole, it didn't quite make sense. The Devouring Son in the Northwest Province should have found a way to capture her, no need to go through all this trouble to lure her to the Box Mountain Province.

She could only keep her gaze fixed on the desolate saint, afraid of missing any detail that might foreshadow a crucial change. But she dared not meet his eyes, fearing that in this situation, this dangerous enemy would see through her.

A youthful gaze swept across Huberlian and Misura, calm yet profound, filled with an unfathomable and undeniable majesty.

As the brief moment of waiting for the judgment of the Saint of Oblivion stretched on, Hubrian could feel the sweat gathering in her palms. Even though she desperately tried to control her breathing, keeping it calm and steady, her heart hammered against her ribs like a drum, trying desperately to quell the panic rising within her during this most dreadful time.

"Let them go."

The young man's voice was flat, devoid of any fluctuation as he calmly stated.

He caught sight of the materials in the high priest's hands.

Clearly, the two of them were going to Protoss Royal Magic Academy. The taller one seemed to have been mistaken for Sigrid by the High Priest and was thus being detained.

The High Priest was stunned.

Not only the Grand Master, but even Hubert and Melissa showed expressions of surprise.

They never expected that after this even more dangerous fellow appeared, the first thing he would do was simply and decisively let them pass.

She's the one I'm hunting, you got it all wrong.

The grey-clad youth raised his left hand, along with the handcuffs. The girl beside him, who had no strength to resist, also had her wrist bound up.

The grandmaster's eyes were filled with astonishment. After understanding the situation, he became conflicted.

But…

The high priest's eyes seemed to want the Son of Annihilation to understand the situation here.

He had already offended the two countesses, and instead of letting them go, he might as well make a clean break and ensure that Earl Milford would definitely not vote wrongly!

Instead of listing your ineptitude and the ensuing chaos here, I suggest you seize the time to execute the next task and rectify your mistakes. Lord Asksan's grand undertaking brooks no room for even the slightest lapse on your part.

The young man in gray had a slight displeasure on his face, but it wasn't ignorance of the situation. It was control over it.

His gaze could pierce through everything, not just physical barriers, but also the defenses of the soul.

"Yes, sir."

Under such scrutiny, the Grandmaster finally realized his own vulnerability and stepped back.

Are you the Misses Milford

The gray-clad youth took a few steps toward Huberlian and Michelle, each one like a stone dropped into the calm waters of Huberlian's heart, sending ripples through her soul.

She did not relax her vigilance because of what the youth had said earlier, but rather because of today's various encounters and incidents that she couldn't understand, she felt a deeper sense of confusion and fear.

"Yes."

Hubberley nodded silently in response.

"Sorry to have scared you. After going to the capital, I studied hard and forgot about all these unpleasant things."

The young man in grey robes had become much calmer. He looked at the two noble ladies and said.

He then turned back to look at the high priest who had stopped them earlier.

"I apologize to the two ladies. What if, because of Lord Milford's deciding vote, Lord Asksand is defeated How will you be responsible"

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Upon hearing this, the grand master lowered his head, gritting his teeth tightly. His forehead's veins throbbed slightly. Even though he harbored ill intentions towards these two domineering young ladies, he dared not reveal his thoughts on his face.

Finally, the high priest drew a deep breath and resumed his original posture, bowing deeply to Huberlian and Mystra.

"I apologize to you both, please be magnanimous and, for the sake of Lord Anello, overlook this misunderstanding."

"…"

Neither Huberli nor Mishula responded, nor did they thank the Silent Son.

They only glanced at him after the Desolate Saint had opened a path for them, then quickly left the passage.

Passing through level after level of stairs and corridors, they finally reached the brand-new Platform 3. Only when they were sure no desolate branch priests followed them did Huberly's heart finally settle again.

This area is already under Imperial control, equivalent to leaving the northern blockade line. You can go to the south at any time. Even priests from the Desolation branch have no right to cross the Protoss Defense Hall here and arrest people.

This is a feeling of exhilaration, freedom, and relief after a terrifying near-death experience.

"Sister, why would the Nirvana Saintess help us"

Misura bit her lip, she couldn't understand why the most fearsome creature in the Northwest Province would let them go so easily.

Huibalian shook her head, sat down on the wide bench on the station platform with a complex look in her eyes, waiting for the train that wouldn't arrive until noon.

She doesn't understand too many things now.

She certainly wouldn't thank the most notorious Bringer of Oblivion, Asmodeus, for helping them, but there was an indescribable familiarity about him, as if she had met him somewhere before.

It was precisely this way that Huberlian truly felt the danger and chaos, even starting to question himself, having the delusion of being unable to distinguish friend from foe.

Misha noticed her sister's deep concern and didn't press further. She sat quietly beside her, waiting for the train that was yet to arrive.

(End of Chapter)

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