Chapter 467 Sigrid Arrives at the Capitol

In the Protoss Empire, early morning on the day of the bishop election.

The sky over Helrom was still a deep gray-blue, the tops of the buildings were shrouded in mist, and the ground was filled with dusk.

The Capitol stands on the south side of Helrom, looking even more mysterious and solemn in the hazy morning light.

The base floor is the reception and security check area and is the main entrance to the building for the public and staff.

The central hall on the second floor serves as the main visitor area and is open to the public most of the time, allowing visitors to visit and learn about the legislative process and history of the Proteus Empire.

The upper floors include offices and meeting rooms, as well as work areas for councillors and staff.

Starting from the fourth floor, there are more offices and committees, where smaller discussions and talks take place, usually used to support legislators' legislative and research work.

However, today, the Capitol is not open to the public, and only a small number of reporters from the Helrom Broadcasting Company can enter the restricted area.

And downstairs of the Capitol, the crowd had gathered into a sea.

Media reporters crowded the surrounding streets, holding devices and microphones, anxiously awaiting the historic moment.

The air was filled with tension and expectation. The faces of the people being interviewed showed curiosity and uncertainty about the future, trying to get a glimpse of the big events that were about to happen from every angle.

Helrom police officers set up a security barrier around the building, but this did not dampen the enthusiasm of the gathered crowd.

The citizens of the imperial capital also gathered under the giant screens in various commercial areas of Helrom.

Today's events inside the Capitol will be broadcast live by HRH Broadcasting Corporation.

Inside the Protoss Capitol, in the dedicated magic helicopter.

Hyperion was wearing a black suit today, with a neat high ponytail, following Ba Jiaotong like a butler and a deacon.

The magic energy elevator slowly rose up, and in the silence only the slight sound of the machinery operating and the breathing of the two people could be heard.

Originally, the bishop should have brought the Holy Son or Holy Daughter with him, but Holy Son Tyrant could not accompany Tyrant Catholic Church today.

Hyperion had mixed feelings.

For some reason, Lanqi's request to her was to serve as a temporary direct soldier of the Tyrant branch to escort the Tyrant Catholics into the battlefield to prevent the Tyrant Catholics from taking action unless necessary.

She has many ways to save her life, and she also got a new life-saving spell from the Ice Witch. She can be said to be an excellent guard.

"Girl, why are you so wary of me?"

While Hyperion was thinking, Tyrant Catholic turned his head slightly, moved a little closer to her, and whispered in her ear.

Hyperion was startled and quickly moved away a little.

“…”

She stared at Ba Jiao and refused to speak nonsense.

Hyperion was actually very scared, she didn't expect that she would meet Tyrant Catholic at such a close distance.

And Ba Catholicism was totally different from what she had imagined.

Such a terrifying and cold-blooded woman actually whispered to her when they were alone together and she was off guard.

"Would you like to be my saint?"

Tyrant Catholic looked Hyperion up and down and asked with interest.

"impossible."

Hyperion firmly rejected it.

It was obvious that in the Church of the Goddess of Destiny, it would be extremely difficult for her to reach a status comparable to that of the Son and Saint of the Church of Resurrection, but now the Catholic Church of Tyrants had extended an olive branch to her.

Of course, the more likely possibility is that the other party is just testing her.

Although she was frightened and couldn't understand why the Tyrant Catholic Church admired her and unexpectedly asked her to become the Tyrant Saint, she was clearly separated from the Resurrection Church and would never continue to sink into this abyss!

"I can give you the same care as a mother, protect you, and make sure no one dares to bully you."

Tyrant Catholic stared at Hyperion, opened his hands slightly, and said with a smile.

"……unnecessary."

Hyperion felt that the Catholic Church was not joking...

Originally she thought that Ba Jiaotong was an extremely scary person, but she discovered that when they were alone, Ba Jiaotong's contrasting appearance inexplicably made people feel that she was very gentle?

"You hesitated?"

Sigrid observed Hyperion's tangled frown and asked again.

"No, I just hope that the bishop can keep his promise and pretend that he has never seen me after my work is done today and not embarrass me."

Hyperion stared at Ba Jiao and answered without wavering.

She believed that there must be some trap behind the "Saint's" invitation.

Although Ba Jiaojiao obviously had no ill will towards her, she always felt that he was trying to tease her.

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

"That's a shame. I actually like you. After all, you are the bravest girl I have ever met. It will be nice to put you at the children's table at my wedding."

Tyrant Catholic shook his head regretfully.

"...Can you judge based on just the one encounter you had with me?"

Hyperion didn't understand why Tyrannosaurus thought she was so courageous.

Is it because she is now very cold towards the Catholic Church?

The door of the magic elevator opened and light shone in.

The floor is carved with intricate patterns and makes a dull echo when you walk on it.

The lights above the corridor were dim, providing only the most basic illumination, making the shadows on both sides of the corridor even deeper.

"One day you'll know."

Ba Jiaojiao just pursed his lips, walked out, and motioned Hyperion to follow.

“…”

Hyperion collected her thoughts and walked outside to the Franklin Central Hall.

But she became confused again.

Generally speaking, a bishop can only accept one Saint Son and one Saint Daughter at most. Lanqi is now the Saint Son of Tyrant, and Tyrant Catholicism has now invited me to be the Saint Daughter of Tyrant. Could it be that the woman who seduced Lanqi in the mansion that day is not even as good as the Saint Daughter of Tyrant? He walked out of the corridor quickly, and his vision brightened.

In the Franklin Hall on the 33rd floor of the Capitol, imperial nobles and ministers were walking around in circles of fan-shaped seats arranged from low to high. Their conversations, laughter and debates were intertwined. Most senators had already taken their seats and were whispering in the corners to exchange opinions.

In the spacious hall, the morning light of Helrom poured down from the high transparent dome, softly illuminating the ancient stone floor built hundreds of years ago, creating a subtle interweaving of history and reality.

Hyperion looked up and saw Earl Milford, who was sitting on the left side of the fan-shaped seats in the hall. He was also her uncle, now Miriam Milford. Not far away on the other side was Lankey, who was sitting leisurely. He seemed to be from another world.

Now Lanqi is dressed in a suit and tie, and is the center of attention, chatting and laughing with many big names in the imperial political circles.

“…”

Hyperion felt like there was something stuck in her throat.

At the beginning, she also watched Lanqi inexplicably become the principal in the movie world, sitting in the conference room and arranging work for a group of school leaders.

Now that he has reached a bigger stage, his abstraction has indeed reached no limit.

(End of this chapter)