Chapter 259 Lanqi Arrives in the Imperial Capital

The imperial capital of Helrom.

The lights of the buildings supported the heavy twilight of this fortress city-state of the Protoss Empire.

This giant city seems isolated from the world. From a distance, the towering and solid barrier seems to be integrated with the sky and the ground. The marginal architectural style made of hard stone and cold metal makes the city full of a sense of the sedimentation of the times.

At the Magic Energy Train Station on the city's edge, even at 10 o'clock in the evening, there were still many passengers coming and going in the station hall, shuttling through the wide passages between the platform and the station hall.

In the distance, a train pulled into the station. The sharp sound of the wheels rubbing against the rails echoed on the empty tracks, and the lights in the carriage shone through the windows onto the platform in the moonlight.

This is a train with classical decoration, but also with many traces of modern renovations. Its surface is covered with subtle runes, which gradually flicker as it approaches the station, echoing the station's protective barrier.

Inside the car.

"Have we finally reached the imperial capital?"

Zestila and Lanqi waited briefly at the door.

Even before the doors open, you can hear the music echoing on the platform level.

"It's this annoying thing again..."

Zestila murmured with a frown on her face.

Lanqi standing nearby could also hear it clearly.

As if it is the background music of the city of Helrom, in order to present the rich history of Helrom and the noble bloodline of the powerful people, a large symphony was selected as the main melody, including majestic brass instruments and religious string instruments. It is solemn and mysterious, calm and lonely. Perhaps because of the geographical location and climate in the north, there will be fierce and tense passages in the modulation. The organ and the treble part of the constantly rising scale reveal a sense of urgency that the war will never stop.

The melody becomes faster as it descends, and slows down again when it rises again. The brass section, French horn, and trombone overlap, and the bass part is the strongest when the treble part is weakest. After this reciprocating cycle, the brain is deceived, creating an illusion that the pitch is infinitely rising, and it is unknown when it will fall.

The only thing I can't hear is hope and relief.

It was as if the heavy history of the Demon Tribe's holy war had been engraved into their bones, without waiting for the gentle melody and harmonious harmony from beginning to end.

Even now, its essence contains an attitude of rejection towards the demons.

"I think I can see why you might find this music annoying."

Lanqi looked out the glass of the car door, thinking.

“…”

Zestila said nothing.

She knew that Lanqi was a magic scholar, so maybe he might have learned something about the making of artistic magic props, music magic, and the like.

The musical dissonance made her feel a little uncomfortable, but this was not the fundamental reason. Humans who grew up in the peaceful southern continent could not empathize with her.

Until it gradually stopped, the car door slowly opened, a light transparent mist floated out from the interior of the car, and the residual heat released by the stability regulator when working gradually dissipated.

As the music filled the station, Lanqi followed Zestira out of the car. The first thing he saw was a transparent mirror screen, which captured the expressions of the passengers who had just arrived in the imperial capital, retained them for a few seconds, and then disappeared.

"It's a tradition at the station, used to record and verify the identity of every passenger arriving in the imperial capital."

Zestira said from the side, telling him not to worry.

If he had camouflage magic on him, his true form would have been revealed just now, and he would have been immediately arrested by the police officers of the imperial capital.

"What's that down there?"

The two walked on the platform paved with gray stones. The road was lit up from time to time, emitting a deep blue glow, which created small ripples under their feet, as if they were walking on the sea.

Lanqi knew that this was not an offensive technique, so he stepped on it.

"If you don't have a legal document from the Empire, you won't be able to take a single step here."

Zestila explained.

Although she usually wouldn't communicate with anyone unless necessary, she was used to patiently answering Lanqi's questions.

Because this ignorant and fragile young man needs her.

After passing a series of complex security checks and checkpoints, the two passed through the station and arrived at the fortress barrier of the imperial capital.

On the skyline of Helrom, brightly lit skyscrapers, ancient churches and floating architectural structures that seem to be from another dimension coexist. The night sky is not only dark blue, but also occasionally shows golden fireflies, like a mirror reflecting the city.

This is a city full of magical miracles. Due to the catastrophic accident caused by the holy war a hundred years ago, Helrom was left with many changes that went beyond the physical level and even spread to culture, society and law.

In the city of Helrom, humans and all kinds of hybrids live together in a crowded environment, full of uncertainty. You may see floating sky gardens in the gaps between high-rise buildings, or bump into an alchemical beast that has run away out of control on the underground magic track. The shops sell everything from ancient formula potions to advanced magic devices.

Although parts of the city-state, with powerful people and imperial strongmen, are known as absolute order, chaos, crime, and violence often occur away from them.

"When you're with me, hostile looks will become a daily occurrence for you."

Zestila said to Lanqi as they walked towards the Protoss Royal Academy.

The school is not far from the station and can be reached on foot.

"By the way, when we get to school, will there be anyone looking for trouble with you?"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

In fact, Lanqi had already discovered that the gazes of people along the way were a bit dazzling, not only the residents but even the guards. Almost no one had good intentions. Zestira looked too much like a pure-blooded demon.

"for example?"

"For example, you are reading a book in school and suddenly a young marquis appears and mocks you."

Lanqi combined reality with the example of the Ikerite wind.

"Then I'll slap him in the face."

Zestila looked up at Lanci as a matter of course and answered.

"Good boy."

Lanci praised.

In terms of demonic culture, this is quite polite.

Since she wants to be a demon, she should not be judged by human standards. Lanqi has always been a teacher who respects students' individuality.

"But that shouldn't happen. The guy who really wants you dead in this school will hardly talk to you. He may even try to become your reliable ally first."

Zestila said.

Although she didn't expect Lanqi to praise her, the nobles Lanqi was talking about were too handsome.

"Like what?"

Lanci also needs Zestila to give an example.

"For example, the big assessment for preparatory students at the end of this month and the Shadow World Challenge at the beginning of next month. Most of those who want to team up with me have bad intentions."

Zestila replied indifferently.

"Zestila, how do you know about other people's attitudes?"

Lanqi didn't think that Zestila was suffering from paranoia, her words were very certain.

"I can sense hostility and kindness to a certain extent. You are very special, pure as a blank sheet of paper."

She looked at Lanqi again and said.

(End of this chapter)