Chapter 340: Hyperion's Peaceful Life

In the living room of the Earl of Milford's mansion, the flames in the fireplace jumped warmly, reflecting the edges of the velvet sofas and chairs slightly red, and also brought the necessary warmth to this towering interior. The crackling flames and the sound of burning wood added a touch of dynamics to the silent space.

Hyperion had her hands on her knees, her eyes complicated, as if she was thinking about something.

"Excuse me, Holy Son of Silent Destruction, why did you leave Northwestern Province in such a hurry?"

Hyperion looked towards Lord Milford and asked her question.

Although she knew that Lord Milford's intelligence was correct, she was still worried that this was a trap.

"It seems that something went wrong in the north of the empire, and Bishop Asksan of Annihilation has transferred it to the north."

Earl Milford also stroked his beard in confusion. He thought it was strange. How big a trouble would the North have to be in for the Bishop of Nirvana to transfer all the Sons of Nirvana there.

It was as if someone was helping Hyperion to draw away all the firepower.

Earl Milford was certain that the Son of Annihilation had now arrived at the northern transportation fortress Box Mountain Province by taking the magic rail route, and then began to head north.

"If the Son of Silent Resignation fails to complete the mission quickly, he may not be able to come back within seven days. But even if he comes back in the next few days, I will immediately help you plan a route to the imperial capital Helrom that can avoid him."

Lord Milford added.

He felt that the mission this young priestess was carrying was too heavy, and he didn't want her to have any more burdens if he could let her have a good rest.

"call."

Hearing this, Hyperion was completely relieved. Her tense heart felt a little dizzy for a moment because she was too relaxed, but it was difficult to calm down completely.

"Praise the goddess, please continue to bless Lady Hyperion."

The three priests prayed sincerely. In their opinion, this was a miracle of the goddess appearing.

As expected, she was able to become the disciple favored by the Saint and the spiritual friend of Mr. Lanqi Wilford. She was the girl of destiny chosen by the goddess of fate.

The new saint of the church must be Miss Hyperion.

"Goodbye... I won't have this kind of luck again. Helrom will not welcome me and create a new world for me."

Hyperion shook her head repeatedly. Sometimes being too lucky can be a little scary.

There is only so much luck in life, and whoever uses it up first goes first. Ever since she met Lanqi, her luck has become quite good. Unexpectedly, after a short separation from him, her luck has become even better.

Lanqi was sacrificing his merits in exchange for luck, so he had nothing to fear, but she was.

As the conversation came to an end.

Lord Milford leaned on his cane and looked out the door of the lounge.

"No matter what, you have worked hard all the way here, so take some rest. Miss Hyperion, your room is on the second floor. I will have the servants take you up there later. Also, Michella has probably been waiting near your room since she heard that you were coming today."

Earl Milford said to several clergymen of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny.

When mentioning his daughter Michella, he seemed a little helpless.

"It doesn't matter. I am Michela's cousin now. When we go to the imperial capital Helrom, I will take good care of her as my adopted sister. You can rest assured, Count."

Hyperion stood up and saluted again to Earl Milford, the helper of their church.

"Thank you, Miss Hyperion."

Earl Milford nodded slightly, touched the bronze lamp to cancel the soundproofing magic, and left the lounge with a few people.

When he opened the door, he saw a housekeeper in a dark blue uniform with gleaming silver buttons standing waiting at the far end of the mansion's corridor.

She bowed slightly to everyone. After Earl Milford noticed it, he turned back and said to Hyperion, "That's right. The housekeeper who is responsible for taking care of Michela is here. She will take you to your room."

Hyperion nodded, chatted briefly with Earl Milford and the three clergymen, said goodbye briefly, and walked away.

When the steward saw Hyperion, he bowed slightly and said in a respectful tone, "Please follow me, Miss Miriam."

…

In the corridor, the wall lamps cast a soft yellow light, making the stone walls look even older and more historical. Every few steps, there is a dark carved wooden door of a completely different style, and occasionally a faint light shines through the gap between the doors.

The housekeeper walked in front, her steps steady, neither fast nor slow, guiding Hyperion to keep up with her pace comfortably.

I walked up the stairs to the second floor and finally saw a figure standing in the distance at the end of the wide corridor on the second floor.

She has a slender figure and skin as white as snow. Her long golden hair is cleverly braided into a dignified bun, with two crystal jewelry on it. Her hands in translucent white gloves are placed quietly in front of her.

As he got closer, the girl also looked at him.

When you meet her eyes, you will find that the girl's eyes are bright, but her pupils are a little vertical, and the tips of her ears are slightly longer than normal people's.

Hyperion was familiar with such traits.

The girl waiting for him should be Michela, the daughter of Earl Milford. She might have a little demon blood, but at most only one-eighth or one-sixteenth mixed blood. Her demon characteristics are far less obvious than Hyperion's half-demon form after she removes her disguise.

It is said that in the Protoss Empire, there are many people with trace amounts of demon blood.

The blood of the demons does tend to bring stronger magical talents than ordinary humans, but they may also become extreme because of the demons' personalities.

Growing up in the Protoss Empire, an environment where demons are already hostile to each other, it is even easier for them to gradually find it difficult to get along with others.

The girl waited quietly until Hyperion approached without saying a word.

"Ms. Michella, I'm Miriam, and I'll be living here starting today."

Hyperion introduced herself to her in a friendly manner.

Michela looked Hyperion up and down with her eyes.

"Are you my sister?"

Michela seemed a little disappointed and shifted her slightly indifferent gaze away.

"!"

Hyperion was startled.

This familiar feeling reminded her of her hometown Ikerite.

Ever since her father disappeared, those who usually looked down on her but dared not show it seemed to have become even more aggressive, expressing their malice towards her unscrupulously, making her realize the fickleness of human nature.

After arriving in the Northern Continent, she finally met someone who was not very friendly to her.

"Come with me."

Michela said this with a cold face, and walked into Hyperion's room on her own. She seemed to have entered the guest room where Hyperion would live without permission.

“…”

Hyperion said nothing and followed him.

She had promised Lord Milford to take care of Michella.

Even if Michela is very willful, I will give in to her.

She had long been accustomed to tolerance during her days in Ikerit.

Hyperion walked through the open door of the room. The interior was as elegant and luxurious as the lounge. In the center was a large bed covered with a silk quilt embroidered with imperial classical patterns. Along one side of the wall was a spacious long table connected to the cabinet and a cotton-padded chair, on which were placed various magical devices for daily life.

At the same time, Michela's voice sounded again in front of Hyperion.

"You are so beautiful. Don't let others look down on our Milford family. A countess should act like a countess."

Michela still looked at Hyperion without a smile on her face.

On the sofa behind Michelle were several brand new gift boxes from the store, which seemed to contain some winter clothes and jewelry unique to the Milford Jewelry Store.

"Is this... for me?"

Hyperion was unsure for a moment, her lips slightly parted in surprise, and she pointed at the gifts.

"I didn't buy you much because I was afraid you wouldn't like it."

Seeing Hyperion's hesitation, Michela nodded in confirmation.

"Thank you, Michella..."

Hyperion was surprised and a little touched.

She suddenly felt the similarities between Michella and Earl Milford.

"In our family, we must follow the rules. If you feel there is a problem with the rules, you can bring it up and we can have a meeting to discuss it together."

Michela said to her when she saw that Hyperion didn't seem so nervous anymore.

"good."

Hyperion listened patiently to Michela speaking sensible words in a lecturing manner.

"We eat at 6pm in our family. Don't be late, or else Dad, Mom, and I will wait for you to arrive before we start eating."

Michela continued to explain the rules of their family to Hyperion.

"……OK."

Hyperion thought for a moment and realized that the consequence of being late was that the whole family would have to wait for her.

"Also, our family is not allowed to discriminate against people with demon blood, whether it is the servants in our house or my mother and me."

After Michela finished speaking, she thought about it and nodded, meaning that there were basically no other rules.

"Understood."

Hyperion nodded.

There was no reason for her to discriminate against demons, and the Milford family unexpectedly had fewer rules than she had imagined.

Now she used the ancient demon technology [Transformation: Human] that she and Lanci obtained in the Purgatory Corridor Academy. Even the Empire could not detect that she was half-demon. In fact, in the Protoss Empire, disguising one's race in this way is a capital crime.

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

Hyperion cannot confess to Michela that she is actually half-demon, and in Michela's eyes, Hyperion is just a pure human.

Seeing Hyperion's straightforward response, Michela looked away again.

"It's a good thing you're only staying in this house for a week."

She frowned slightly and muttered to herself.

“…”

Hyperion's heart, which had just warmed up, cooled down again.

As expected, as an outsider who suddenly came to Michela's house, I would be despised and excluded by her.

However, Michela looked around Hyperion's room.

"This room is too small. My father is so stupid that he actually let you stay in the guest room... But we will be going to Helrom in a week, so you just have to make do with it."

Michela complained with the corner of her mouth, obviously dissatisfied with her father's arrangement.

“…”

Hyperion's eyes felt a little sore. When she was the duchess of Ikerite, she didn't have a stepsister who was so kind to her.

On the contrary, after coming to the Northern Continent and becoming a priest without noble status, he always felt all kinds of warmth.

Michela is a good child, but she has some problems expressing herself because of her father's serious look.

All in all, the Milford family are good people.

"Don't embarrass me when you go to the imperial capital."

Michela said as she looked at Hyperion's slightly fragile appearance.

"Um."

Hyperion just responded softly this time.

"If we are picked on by the Milford family, we must fight back. If anyone dares to bully you, call me."

It turns out that “not to lose face” means that you must fight back if you are bullied.

Hyperion gradually began to understand how to understand Michela's meaning.

Although Michela is only at the second level, she obviously has the confidence of a countess in Protoss Academy.

This feeling of being cared for reminded Hyperion of the time when she first entered Ikerit Academy.

At that time, everyone was very unfriendly to me, and there were even some annoying people who actively came to cause trouble for me.

But in the past at Ikrit Academy, there was also someone who always protected me...

Would it be the same if he was at the Protoss Royal School of Magic?

“…”

Hyperion shook her head and ended her fantasy time.

"Don't worry, Michella. I'm very strong."

Hyperion looked at Michela and said with a confident grin.

She first trained with Lanqi for a semester, then received instruction from Tata, and underwent more than a month of special training from the Ice Witch. Now she is different from when she first entered school and was bullied.

"Then I'm relieved. Anyway, if you meet someone who deserves to be punished, you should beat him up. Our family can afford to pay the compensation, so don't be afraid of causing trouble for your father."

Michela nodded and said.

Although she was not good at expressing herself, she had a unique talent for emotional recognition and could feel that her sister was a very pure person. She was afraid that she would be bullied in Helrom, a place where materialism was rampant and people were cold and ruthless.

The two seemed to have finished their greetings and fell silent for a moment.

There was still no expression on Michela's face, making it difficult for Hyperion to guess her mood or what she wanted to express.

"By the way, Michela, have you ever heard of a man named Rocky?"

Hyperion asked tentatively.

She has been thinking about this matter for a long time.

She wanted to wait until the next time she saw Earl Milford to ask him alone. She didn't want the three gods to know Lanqi's alias and whereabouts in the northern continent. The conditions of those three people must not get worse.

Now is a good time to ask Michela. She has been to the imperial capital Helrom many times and may know more about the situation in the south.

"Rocky? I've never heard of him. What's your relationship with him? Does he have any characteristics? Do you need me to help you find him?"

Michela raised her eyebrows and asked back.

Facing Michela's cold yet passionate questions, Hyperion just shook her head and waved her hands.

"He's a friend I lost contact with for a long time. I'll look for him when we get to the capital."

She felt relieved after hearing Michelle's answer.

Hyperion couldn't help but sigh in her heart, it seems that Lanqi really didn't become famous in the Northwestern Province, that's a good thing.

Although there is still a certain information lag between the Northwestern Province and the imperial capital Helrom due to the news blockade in the north, at least more than a month ago, Lanqi was not famous in the imperial capital or the south.

"It's okay. I know someone at Helrom Broadcasting Company. We can just post a missing person notice and we'll definitely find him."

Although Misura didn't know what kind of person the man her cousin was thinking about was, as long as he was in the Protoss Empire, they would be able to find him when they went to the imperial capital, Helrom.

"I'll see what your vision is like then, sister."

Seeing Hyperion's reaction, Michela felt that this was definitely the person her sister liked.

If one wants to marry the eldest daughter of Milford, then the man must have made some achievements in the empire and be ambitious, ambitious and talented.

She will help her sister keep a close eye on things.

"Misra, you seem to have misunderstood something...?"

It was difficult for Hyperion to read Michela's subtle expressions.

But she couldn't tell Michela the story of her and Lanqi in the southern continent.

But Hyperion didn't know why.

After arriving in the Northern Continent, the people and things I met were all filled with emotion and beauty.

Hyperion could only sigh in relief and look to the other side of the large room.

There was still a drizzle outside the window, as if it was the sound of time. In this quiet and cozy room, she looked through the glass at the mottled lights in the rain and fog in the courtyard.

The ordinary scenery gave me a new feeling.

Everything is just right, and people are inspired from the bottom of their hearts.

Even though the future imperial capital of Helrom is full of unknowns and dangers, Hyperion feels full of strength.

Looking forward to it, after it's all over.

The moment I met him again.

(End of this chapter)