the .If Huberlian's murder served as the trigger, the Cult of Resurrection further secretly fanned the flames, finding ways to exacerbate the already tense relationship between Grand High Priest Lore...Chapter 371: Lancy stood in the most conspicuous position waiting for her return.
"No problem, I'd also like to see the famously brilliant Helrom. ▲search.▲"
Huperlyan glanced at the time. It was only a little past seven. Before moving into their new home, she could definitely buy some necessities beforehand instead of having to rush and buy whatever they were missing tomorrow morning. Besides, she wanted to familiarize herself with the city-state of Helrom a bit more with Misula.
And although Misura's face was somewhat stiff, her eyes were burning with intensity, clearly eager to spend some time browsing the commercial district of Helrom together before heading home.
It is said that Helmrom's skyscrapers are filled with massive screens spanning the sides of the buildings, a stark contrast to Ecthelion's preference for blending magical displays into the building's glass facades.
Huperlian had been curious about this enchanting city-state for a long time.
"Let's go, Mishura."
She rose gracefully from her seat, her movements smooth and measured. She first checked her attire, then reached for the small handbag beside her seat.
Mishula also got up, she wasn't in a hurry at all. With a composed attitude, she counted to make sure neither of them had left any personal belongings behind before leaving the room.
The train's final deceleration was accompanied by a series of mechanical creaks, the carriage swaying gently until it finally came to a smooth halt on the platform at Helholm.
The car door opened slowly, and the cool night wind carried with it the scent of magic mineral water and metal.
Passengers moved orderly toward the exit, Huberly and Mishula following suit to the door.
In this station, filled with a unique orchestral music, a transparent screen came into their view. It began to capture the expressions of passengers who had just arrived in the capital city, retaining them for a few seconds before disappearing.
"It's fine, this is a barrier spell to check for disguise magic. The one on the ground is for identification."
Meryl walked along the platform, explaining to Huberly.
The road beneath their feet would sometimes shimmer with a faint azure light, rippling like water.
"We might be a bit late back to school. At night, the sky gardens above will have singing flowers and ghostly figures like starlight. That creepy old neighborhood, we definitely shouldn't just wander into. And Herrohm Chain Gold Zoo Stay far away…"
Meira counted on her fingers, continuing to remind Huberlian.
This city is magical, yet it's also filled with danger. The prosperous areas of the city-state maintain order through powerful figures and ancient wards, while in places farther from these regions, chaos, violence, and crime are common occurrences.
"Actually, I was scared a few times when I first came to Hellam, and I was even made fun of..."
Mishuara mumbled, as if a little wronged.
In this city, not having a guide can be considered dangerous in itself.
Although she usually wears a blank expression and seems indifferent to everything, her heart is actually full of emotions.
"Don't worry, Mishura, I won't be scared. You don't need to worry about me."
Huperlyan smiled, watching Misura with her eyes. "
She is more than just a demon princess, she is also the duchess of Heltton Kingdom and a divine official. Now, she has disguised herself as a young lady from an earl's family. She must always be elegant and polite, no matter what happens, she must remain calm and composed.
Only in this respect was Hubertian confident.
……
Meanwhile.
In the heart of Helstrom's sleepless city, a towering skyscraper stands amidst the bustling urban chaos. Its exterior is unremarkable at first glance, yet it exudes an undeniable presence. A series of illuminated marquees adorn its peak, piercing beams of light that announce its status as a media giant to every corner of this city.
This is the famous Broadcasting House of the Protoss Empire - the birthplace of Herlome Broadcasts, and a place where countless dreams and art converge.
The broadcasting hall's exterior features a stark, dark glass curtain wall that reflects the cityscape during the day. At night, it transforms into a giant projection screen, displaying the Royal Charter insignia of Helmrom and snippets from the programs currently airing.
The entrance to the ground floor was packed with people hoping to be part of the studio audience, clutching their tickets and waiting for the uniformed security guards to let them in. Extra police officers were on duty today, their expressions serious, badges gleaming as they maintained order at the Helstrom Broadcasting Company building.
After tonight's program ends, they will still have to further evacuate the crowd and escort celebrities out of the crowded and chaotic city center.
But on the twenty-first floor of the Herolim Broadcasting Corporation building, in the backstage makeup room, the atmosphere was quite different.
Lan Qi stood before the makeup mirror, silently stroking the small black cat in his hand, waiting for the staff to invite him onstage.
At this moment, the vanity light seemed particularly dazzling. Lanchi's figure was almost splitting into countless afterimages in the mirror, each one bearing a composed smile.
The air was thick with heavy foundation and perfume, making the little black cat a bit uncomfortable. But it all seemed irrelevant to him; his gaze pierced through the bustling Herloom outside, fixated on depths only he could see.
"Meow meow..."
The cat boss sat restlessly in Ranch's hands, flipping back and forth constantly.
"Meow boss, would you like to join me for the program later"
Lanche smiled and asked.
He felt that the cat boss actually wanted to see the world, or at least see the commotion.
It is timid, but very curious.
If you miss this opportunity, there will be no other.
The show he'll be on later, *The Helmer Evening Show*, first aired in 1754 on the Helmer Broadcasting Company. The program, under the guidance of its original host, set the basic format for late-night talk shows, including opening stand-up comedy, celebrity interviews, comedic skits, and musical performances.
Subsequent hosts brought their own personal style and emotional elements to the program, making it more focused on interviews and conversations. This led to a golden age for the show, marked by the unique humor and approachability of its hosts. The program became a cultural icon in the Herloom evening hours.
The program content is extensive and covers a wide range of areas, including social issues, current events, mental health, life stories, and cultural topics.
The talk show will begin promptly at eight o'clock. Taking a look at the clock in the makeup room, it should be ready over there at the broadcasting hall.
Meow meow…
The cat boss is still looking like a sad kitty with tearful eyes.
The makeup artist, for some unknown reason, even put a little bow tie on it.
The more I understand the current situation, the more hopeless it feels. It's truly never seen anything like this before.
Before coming to the North Continent, it had never dreamed that one day it would be in such a situation.
It actually still naively believed that this kid was just a little bit abnormal, and leaving the Icterus Academy wouldn't cause much of a stir.
After these two months, it finally understood what a ranch without a Huberlian tether was really like.
A deep sense of guilt was about to kill the cat boss. Every time he recalled Huabao telling it how important it was to watch over Ranch, and how it had ignored him, it felt like it had committed a grave sin.
"Don't worry, Hubrian didn't say that If we get separated in the Empire, just go to a conspicuous place and wait for her, she'll find me soon, I might even see her today."
Rancy was always optimistic, gently stroking the cat boss over and over again.
"...."
The cat owner raised his head, tears welling in his eyes, and stared silently at Lance for a long time.
Could she be talking about geographically prominent, rather than making you stand out in that way
Even so, it still chose to be an ostrich cat and buried its head.
By now, its attitude had changed from praying for Hugh Bao to come back quickly to praying that he wouldn't.
Fortunately, the northern blockade is strict. With Xio Bao's abilities, it's highly unlikely that they could slip back into the Protoss Empire!
Let's meet again in South America!!
Yesterday's four chapters were a bit hard to stomach, today will be slow, tomorrow I'll add more, and finish writing the meeting between Lancy and Huberlian.
(The End)
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