Chapter 295: Hyperion is not afraid of difficulties
The Kingdom of Aethertalan, located northwest of the Protoss Empire, is the capital of the northern land, Gedalia.
The sunset glow shines through the dense treetops, dancing with the smoke from cooking in the air, giving the twilight of the forest city a soft sheen. As the stars in the sky slowly light up, the city-state begins to welcome the night.
At the end of February, the short day is about to end.
In the heart of the city, beside a clear lake surrounded by trees, stands a magnificent temple.
Deep in the temple, there is a hall made of pure white jade and dark gray stone pillars.
The Ice Witch sat gracefully on the sofa, and gently picked up an exquisite porcelain cup. The light green tea leaves slowly expanded in the transparent hot water, releasing a pleasant fragrance.
She closed her eyes, savoring the tranquility of the moment.
However, the tranquility did not last long.
In an invisible corner of the air, Hyperion, who had fallen into invisibility, was observing with a firm and cold look, or perhaps she was preparing.
As long as she can meet the Ice Witch, her special training will be successful.
The sound of her breathing had long been muffled, and she approached the Ice Witch quickly and stealthily like a shadow.
But the Ice Witch still sat there quietly, not moving at all, as if she was completely unaware of the approaching Hyperion.
When Hyperion's dagger was about to reach the back of the Ice Witch, she suddenly felt the coldness of her feet.
An invisible chill quickly spread from the floor to her ankles, freezing her feet and locking her firmly in place.
Hyperion tried hard to break free, but the power of the cold air was no match for her, and it spread to her hands, causing her dagger to remain in the air, just a hair's breadth away from the Ice Witch.
"You still haven't eliminated your intention to attack."
The Ice Witch finally opened her eyes and said calmly.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Artemis."
Hyperion lowered her head in frustration, with a glimmer of disappointment in her eyes.
But the Ice Witch's eyes were deep and gentle.
"It's okay. You're almost getting the hang of it. You have a unique talent for eliminating your presence, but it seems to only be activated in life-and-death situations."
She gently raised her fingers, and the cold air immediately dissipated, freeing Hyperion's feet, and along with the healing magic, there was no frostbite left on Hyperion's body.
“…”
Hyperion retreated cautiously, her face flushed and her heart filled with respect.
Although she could indeed feel that she could sometimes eliminate her magic power, aura and even presence in a critical moment.
But she was embarrassed to say whether it was her talent or something that was created by someone.
"Huprienne, continue."
The Ice Witch said softly, and at the same time a chill pushed Hyperion to the corner of the temple.
Thus, in this hall belonging to the Ice Witch deep in the temple, changes of calmness and frost occurred again and again.
Until there was no more afterglow of the sunset penetrating the colorful window frames, leaving only the light shining on Hyperion's young and determined face. Her shadow stretched out on the cold stone floor, still a little bit away from the Ice Witch.
"Let's stop here for today. Don't worry. You're almost getting the hang of it."
The Ice Witch healed Hyperion's minor frostbite.
She will send Hyperion to the Protoss Empire next month, and currently she is still training Hyperion's stealth and escape abilities.
No matter what, survivability is the most important thing.
Although the three clergymen that Hyperion was familiar with would be sent as contact persons to the northwestern province of the Protoss Empire, Hyperion would still be the one to carry out the mission in the imperial capital of Helrom.
"You will be attending the Protoss Royal School of Magic next month. It is a school that is not very friendly to ordinary students. Coming from the southern continent, you will probably find it difficult to adapt. The first difficulty for you is to get enough credits before the planned prison break so that you can successfully reach the threshold and successfully accept the prison internship mission."
The Ice Witch motioned for Hyperion to sit next to her and told her,
"If you are good enough, you can quickly rank among the top ten third-year students. Even if you are only the tenth at the end, you will have considerable power... But there is only one month, so it is almost impossible to do it. And if you are not a tenth-year student, you may be treated very harshly and unfairly in this school when you try to get credits, and you may be wronged."
"It's okay. I'm very tolerant, Mr. Artemis."
Hyperion nodded and replied.
She has never been the domineering type.
“…”
The Ice Witch couldn't help but feel confused during her brief silence.
After a month of getting along, she found that Hyperion was a good child and she didn't seem to be pretending at all.
She is graceful, true to her promises, pure as falling snow, gentle and fearless.
Very different from her mother Ifatia.
If Ifatia is treated as a weak little angel, the consequences will be quite serious.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Although the sisters Talia and Ifatia have very different personalities, they have one thing in common: when they want to take revenge on someone, they become extremely crazy and terrifying.
As it stands, Hyperion looks nothing like either her mother or her aunt.
"By the way, Mr. Artis, is there any news from the Protoss Empire recently?"
Hyperion asked.
The Ice Witch shook her head.
Recently, the blockade of the northern border has been tightened, and even the communications of the northern provinces of the empire have been cut off from other provinces. Except for confidential departments with special channels, even the imperial capital Helrom cannot obtain news about the northern provinces.
"Are you worried about him again?"
The Ice Witch asked back.
She certainly knew why Hyperion cared about the Protoss Empire.
The young man named Lanch Wilford should have drifted to the territory of the Protoss Empire after being separated from Hyperion.
"I hope Mr. Cat will listen to me and keep an eye on him."
Hyperion was indeed worried about Ranci, but it was a worry with multiple meanings and it was difficult to explain it specifically to the Ice Witch.
"Don't worry. I have great faith in Loren's character. The students Loren teaches will definitely be people who uphold order and have good conduct. You can rest assured about such young people."
The Ice Witch took another sip of her tea and commented with assurance.
“…”
There are some things that Hyperion finds hard to say.
After all, she never said anything bad about Lanqi, so she had nothing to say now.
But maybe she was really worrying too much.
Lanqi promised himself that after finishing the project, he would take a leisurely tour around the empire and then go back.
Putting aside what he did in the shadow world in the past, he is still a very stable and trustworthy man in the real world.
There shouldn't be any problem.
I have to keep working hard too.
precipitation.
Hope to see you again in the imperial capital.
Please give me a monthly ticket! Xi Gouzi kowtows to his fathers! (End of this chapter)