Chapter 349: Lanqi's Shocking Call
After an unknown amount of time on the run, the strong wind on the snowfield brought Agnello to the wall of Bonn City, the northernmost city in the Snowfield Province.
The towering walls of this city-state are engraved with weathered symbols, and the city gates blend into the snowfield. Military guards and cavalry are patrolling nearby. Their vision is sharp and no detail escapes their eyes.
Agnello sped forward in the snow, the wind and snow behind him almost swallowed him up, the sky was gray, with only flying snowflakes dancing in the air.
As he approached the city wall, the wind and snow gradually weakened, and the thick clouds no longer seemed to cover the city of Bonn ahead. Instead, a faint ray of warm sunshine appeared, shining through the gaps in the clouds.
The light, which was beginning to brighten, was like a guide, reflecting on the city wall, giving the edges of the ancient stone wall a golden edge.
Agnello's eyes were attracted by it, his heartbeat gradually slowed down, and the lingering fear in his chest began to be replaced by safety and hope. The city-state's protective barrier seemed so gentle and kind, like a harbor in heaven.
Agnello walked into the city gate, looking less panicked. When the guards checked him, he took out the unique Imperial Army ID card from the inside of his clothes, which was engraved with his name and identity mark.
When the guards saw his identity, they immediately saluted and respectfully let him go.
The city gate slowly opened in front of him, revealing the interior of Bonn. Standing on the high ground and looking down, the busy streets, bustling markets and tall buildings made the city full of vitality, in stark contrast to the silent snowfield.
Agnello took a deep breath. He could feel the anxiety that had been suppressed in his chest for a long time finally being released. His heartbeat gradually stabilized, and every cell in his body was rejoicing in this moment of peace.
Walking along the main street, he realized that although he had escaped this time, he now had a more important task to accomplish.
The people in the city have no idea what is happening in the outside world, they go on with their lives, with foolish laughter.
If High Priest Loren was not far from the Snowfield Province, he would have chosen a few lucky people and slaughtered all these animals as evidence to send to the Catholic Church.
The closer to the center of the city, the more regular and solemn the buildings appear.
One of the most eye-catching buildings is the Temple of the Knights of Annihilation, which stands at the end of Bonn Square.
Its spires stand tall, and every piece of stone carries traces of history.
Agnello smiled a little when he could see the temple.
As he entered the temple, he immediately found the high priest who was guarding the temple.
Upon seeing the Son of Nirvana, Agnello, the high priest's eyes showed a hint of shock, which then quickly turned into joy.
"Lord Agnello, it is an honor for our Snowfield Province branch of the Knights of Annihilation to have you here."
He saluted.
"Save your compliments. I need to see the Governor of Bonn. Immediately."
Agnello didn't have much patience to beat around the bush with the archpriest, so he said coldly.
The high priest was somewhat surprised at Agnello's order. It was obvious that there was something very urgent that made Agnello show such an attitude, but the high priest nodded quickly and stretched out his hand to signal Agnello to go directly out of the temple.
"Of course, I'll take you to the Governor's Palace."
He responded.
The interior of the temple was magnificent, but Agnello was not moved by it. He just walked through the corridor with the archpriest and quickly left the temple.
The streets of Bonn are paved with snow-white bricks, with trees and flower beds on both sides. Although there is wind and snow all year round, the northern green plants here are still lush.
When the pedestrians on the street saw Agnello and the Archbishop of the Branch of Annihilation passing by, they all stepped aside.
Agnello had no idea about the attitude of the people of Snowfield Province. This place was almost a province that was abandoned during the war. If it were not for its geographical location being extremely far away from the Northern Border Province and relatively close to the Box Mountain Province, it would have been destroyed long ago.
This remote province was filled with stubborn nobles and was in a mess. Even the imperial capital of Helrom had yet to find anyone to take over the post of governor.
However, I heard that some time ago, a new strong-handed governor took office in the Snowfield Province. The city of Bonn even built a governor's mansion for him in advance. The governor started working here directly after taking office. As for the original lord of Bonn City, Viscount Black Bonn, he was imprisoned for treason and would be escorted to the imperial capital Helrom for further trial. Now the city-state is managed by the governor and several other lords, and has become the new administrative center unanimously recognized by the provincial dignitaries and the people.
Soon, Agnello and the archpriest arrived at the other end of the city-state. In the distance, there was a more magnificent new building - the Governor's Palace of the Snowfield Province in Bonn City. On the stone road, the footsteps of the two echoed with a sense of urgency.
Crossing an open square, the two arrived at the Governor's Palace in Bonn. The palace stood on high steps, and the door was surrounded by various statues of imperial heroes, as if their heroic spirits would continue to protect the empire for thousands of years.
The high priest explained his purpose to the guards at the gate, who immediately let them pass and used communication equipment to contact the important figures in the palace.
The door of the Governor's Mansion slowly opened, revealing a magnificent hall. Exquisite tapestries were hung on the left and right walls, on which were painted the totems of the city-states in the Snowfield Province. The wall lamps cast a soft light.
Before Agnello had to wait in the hall for long, a middle-aged man came down the spacious steps. He was wearing a dark brown noble robe and seemed to be working. He took time out of his work to come and meet the two men because of their arrival.
In the hall of the Governor's Palace, every guard present saluted and expressed deep respect to the middle-aged nobleman.
"May I ask what brings you to the Governor's Palace today, Archbishop?"
Viscount Levin Kingston walked up to the two of them with a calm and composed look in his eyes. He invited them in and asked.
"I am not here to see you. Our Lord Saint of Silent Destruction has important business to discuss with you."
The high priest briefly introduced Agnello's identity to Viscount Kingston and said to Agnello: "Lord Agnello, this Viscount Kingston is the current acting governor of the Snowfield Province. When the governor is away, he can handle many affairs on his behalf."
"It turns out to be Lord Saint Son of Extinction."
Upon hearing this, Viscount Kingston showed an expression of enlightenment and respect on his face. "If you have any instructions, just tell me."
Viscount Leven Kingston spoke in a calm tone and spoke every word clearly, giving people a very stable and reliable feeling.
The Son of Nirvana nodded lightly.
"Viscount Qinston, I need to use the communication terminal in the Snowfield Province immediately to establish contact with the battle line on the northern border and the imperial capital Helrom."
There was no extraneous emotion in Agnello's voice.
"However, the communication terminals in our Snowfield Province are now under the control and restrictions of the Imperial Military."
Viscount Kingston was slightly startled, then nodded slowly and responded.
"I have the authority."
Agnello glanced at Viscount Kingston with a stern expression.
"Okay, we will naturally meet your request as soon as possible, but what urgent matter has occurred that requires you to contact the imperial capital and the front line in such a hurry?"
Viscount Kingston asked with a little concern as he continued walking forward with Agnello and the archpriest.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
A hint of vigilance flashed across Agnello's eyes, but soon returned to his coldness.
Viscount Kingston is a shrewd man, and it is normal for him to care about the safety of the Snowfield Province. What's more, he now wants to let as many people as possible know the news that "Loren appeared in the empire."
"The High Priest Loren from the Southern Continent has arrived. I must use the communication terminal to inform the top brass of the empire of this urgent message as soon as possible. I will talk about the rest after the contact is completed."
Agnello replied briefly.
“Is this true or false?”
Viscount Kingston immediately raised his eyebrows and exclaimed in surprise.
But he didn't say much, just nodded slightly, quickened his pace with a serious expression, and motioned Agnello to continue following him, as if he understood the urgency of the problem.
The three of them walked up the stairs to the third floor of the Governor's Mansion. The carpet in the corridor was embroidered with golden emblems and coats of arms, reflecting the glorious will of the snowfield. This floor was the meeting area and the Governor's office, guarded by elite guards from several provinces. The lights were arranged very appropriately in every corner, and the dazzling chandeliers on the high arched ceiling illuminated the entire corridor as brightly as day.
The team led by Viscount Kingston stopped in front of a large oak door. He reached out and pushed the door open, revealing an elegantly decorated office with dark wood-grain wallpaper on the walls and bookshelves filled with precious ancient books and archives of the city-state.
On the desk, there were neatly organized documents to be processed and valuable magic equipment.
One of them is a communication terminal connected to the provincial switching center.
Viscount Kingston motioned for Agnello to go to the communication terminal: "Lord Son of Silent Resignation, please."
Agnello nodded indifferently, then looked at Viscount Kingston and the archbishop without saying a word.
The two of them were caught by his gaze and immediately understood. They greeted him and turned back to close the door.
then.
Agnello was the only one left in this spacious office.
His body involuntarily relaxed a little.
The air was filled with a faint scent of agarwood, and the wall lamps cast ample light into the entire space. Every decoration and layout in the style of the Protoss Empire demonstrated that this was an orderly and stable center of power.
This is exactly the sense of security and reliance that Agnello desperately needs during his journey of escape and battle.
Stepping over to the communication terminal, he inserted the Imperial military's special [Encrypted Communication Program] into the terminal and began to make the contacts he needed.
As he waited for the communication to be connected, his heartbeat began to speed up again.
As long as this message that is enough to shock the Protoss Empire is passed on, it will still be a great achievement.
He will gain greater trust and unimaginable prestige from the Protoss top brass! There was a buzz and a prompt tone coming from the microphone, which was a signal of a successful connection.
Agnello's mission is finally about to be completed. All the pressure and shadows behind him are dissipated by the sunshine at this moment, and filled with deep satisfaction and expectation, as if after a long journey, he finally saw the oasis in his heart.
Next second.
A gentle voice came from the microphone, which surprised Agnello.
"Hello."
Agnello was just immersed in that peace, his heart full of hope, however, when this voice sounded.
A chill seemed to flow from his ears into Agnello's brain.
His hands trembled as if he had been electrocuted, and he wanted to drop the microphone.
This did not sound like the voice of an officer from the Imperial Capital Helrom's Defense Department.
What frightened him even more was that he seemed to have heard this voice not long ago! (End of this chapter)