Don't confiscate my citizenship

The Ice Witch said curiously.

Hyperion nodded and took out the translucent orange card [Poet of Great Love] accompanied by the fragrance of flowers.

"My dear poet, please come out for a while."

She called out to the [Poet of Great Love].

No response.

"Lanfu?"

Hyperion took the orange epic and called it twice, but the Great Love Poet showed no intention of coming out.

Hyperion was confused.

Normally, every time I call the poet to come out at home, she would jump out happily, but this time it didn't work.

It seemed as if she was very afraid of the Ice Witch and didn't want to come out to see her.

However, if a magic card does not have its owner around, it may indeed be afraid of being touched by other super high-level magic craftsmen.

In the eyes of magic cards, it may be a top-level decomposition machine.

"It's okay. It's normal for intelligent summons to be afraid of strange magic craftsmen. I just didn't expect that demon summons would be so timid."

The Ice Witch looked at this card and said to herself.

For a moment, even she couldn't quite understand the composition of this card.

"Who is afraid of you? I just don't want you to see my peerless appearance."

Suddenly, the poet of great love took on a physical form, only with his face covered by his hands and his back slightly hunched.

If Lanqi hadn't emphasized to her before they set off that she shouldn't let the people of the Northern Continent, especially the demons, see her appearance, she wouldn't have cowered in front of this disgusting woman and even dared to call her a coward!

Although the Great Love Poet did not know the specific reason why Lanqi gave such repeated warnings, she could roughly guess something. For example, Tata might have been a relatively famous figure in the Northern Continent, and the Great Love Poet had almost the same appearance as Tata. If she was recognized, it might cause unnecessary trouble.

Hyperion looked at the poet's funny appearance and didn't know how to comment.

"How pretty can you be?"

The Ice Witch found it a little funny. She had never seen such a cowardly and stubborn summoned creature.

I had not intended to say anything more, but after hearing the extremely provocative tone of the great poet, I could not help but retort her.

"!"

The poet of love wanted to let go of his hand again and let the Ice Witch see that his beauty was no less than anyone else's. In his heart, he kept thinking about Lanqi's warning.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and finally, the great poet glanced slightly downward.

"It's prettier than your cutting board anyway."

The great poet raised the corner of his mouth with disdain and said.

The Ice Witch was stunned for a moment, but she soon understood what the Great Love poet meant by the chopping board.

She took a deep breath.

"I won't argue with you, but I can only tell you that with your personality, no matter how beautiful you are, no one in the world will really like you."

The Ice Witch said coldly.

Upon hearing this, the poet Da Ai was so angry that his hands were shaking, and he seemed unwilling to accept it.

Seeing that they were about to have a quarrel, Hyperion quickly stood between the Great Love Poet and the Ice Witch.

"Lanfu, calm down."

She didn't expect that the personalities of Artisan and the great poet were so incompatible that they would quarrel as soon as they met.

“Humph, although Lanqi always thinks that woman who looks like me is cold, fierce and old, I am different. I not only have good looks, but also charm!”

The Great Love Poet threw down these words and turned back into a summoning card.

"hiss--"

Hyperion broke out in a cold sweat and took a long breath. She knew that the poet of great love was making an indirect criticism. It sounded like he was talking about Tata, but he actually wanted to scold the Ice Witch for being cold, fierce and old.

Fortunately, this is the Northern Continent. If this was said in front of people Tata knows, Hyperion would definitely suspect that the great poet of love is hoping for Lanqi's death!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Artemis, the great poet is spoiled."

Hyperion quickly bowed her head and apologized to the Ice Witch.

"It's okay. It's my problem. I didn't expect to reason with a demon summon."

The Ice Witch shook her head.

The moment the poet of great love disappeared, she now understood the effect of this summoned creature. She didn't expect that even she would be affected by this musical magic.

Chapter 323: Hyperion sets out with great anticipation

For a moment, the hall was as quiet as the lake beside the temple outside the window. There were no ripples, only the distant echoes and the slight clinking sounds of crystal ornaments caused by the shaking of the chandelier.

The light and shadows reflected on the marble walls, which had been slightly disordered due to the wind blowing the leaves outside the temple, are now gradually regaining their orderly rhythm.

The atmosphere full of contention before seemed to have been quietly blown away, replaced by solemn and sacred tranquility.

The silver eyes of the Ice Witch have regained their familiar coldness.

Hyperion stood aside, watching the expression of the Ice Witch. Her tense heartstrings finally relaxed, and she secretly thought that she would be more cautious when taking out the Great Love Poet in the future.

"Hyperion, keep an eye on this summon and don't let it mess around in the Protoss Empire."

The Ice Witch said as she stared at Hyperion.

I don't know why the summoned creature wanted to cover its face. In fact, if you think about it carefully, with its graceful figure, fair skin and delicate lips and teeth, it shouldn't be that ugly. It may even be a very extraordinary beauty.

Just a terrible personality.

Because of this, no matter how beautiful she looks, I won't be surprised at all.

"Don't worry, teacher. She will listen to me no matter what."

Hyperion responded, reassuring the Ice Witch.

"That's good. After you get used to your identity in the Northwest Province, you can go to Box Mountain Province, and then take the magic rail train south to leave the restricted area in the north of the Protoss Empire and arrive at the imperial capital Helrom."

The Ice Witch gently placed her hand on Hyperion's shoulder, her expression softening slightly,

"The most dangerous thing is that there are minions of the Silent Branch all the way from the Northwest Province to the Box Mountain Province. You must be careful of the Son of Silent Saint. Once you are targeted by them, it will be difficult to escape."

After parting with Hyperion today, Hyperion will embark on that dangerous journey.

Three clergymen who are familiar with Hyperion will escort Hyperion to the Northwest Province through a channel prepared and never used by the Church of the Goddess of Fate, and then stay in the Northwest Province to wait for her to be picked up, so as to avoid too many targets adding unnecessary difficulty and attention to Hyperion's infiltration into the imperial capital.

After leaving the Northwestern Provinces, she was alone, regardless of safety or danger.

"Don't worry, Mr. Artemis. I will run away if the situation is not right. But I am confident in running away!"

Hyperion clenched her fist in assurance and replied.

"Ugh."

Although the Ice Witch could hardly imagine that the modern demon royal family could confidently say such cowardly words, she smiled helplessly, "Unfortunately, our absolutely reliable supporters in the Protoss Empire can't give you much help."

There are powerful people in high positions in the Protoss Empire who are affiliated with the Church of the Goddess of Fate, but they cannot be completely trusted.

Hyperion's action this time is absolutely secretive, and any detail is related to her life safety.

If you rashly try to seek help from her, it will easily harm Hyperion.

"It's okay. There is a local city-state lord who can give me identity and shelter, which has been a great help!"

Hyperion said very seriously.

The Church of the Goddess of Destiny has already created all the conditions for her with all the preparations. All she has to do is complete a series of difficult challenges that no one else can help her with.

However, the first step is to try to find out any news about Lanqi in the imperial capital Helrom.

By the way, his name is Rocky now.

Hyperion was worried about whether he and Boss Cat were doing well in the distant Protoss Empire.

Every night before she covered herself with the quilt and went to sleep, she would look at the ceiling for a long time and think.

"Thinking about him again, huh?"

The Ice Witch asked as she stared at Hyperion who was in a daze for a moment.

"Haha, I'm worried about him."

After her thoughts were seen through, Hyperion lowered her head and touched the back of her head in embarrassment.

"Come on, Hyperion."

The Ice and Snow Witch cheered again, but I don’t know what the meaning of this cheer was.

The way she looked at Hyperion became more serious.

Hyperion was slightly stunned, but still nodded.

She always felt that her teacher was a very intellectual woman. She heard from the priests that the Ice Witch's singing could not only heal others, but also move people from the bottom of their hearts or even bring them to tears. However, Hyperion had never experienced the teacher's musical magic.

"Anyone who loses, loses for a reason..."

The Ice Witch exclaimed.

"for example?"

Hyperion asked confused.

"For example, if you imagine a love story where the loser heroine is either eating or holding food in her hands every time she appears, do you think it's unfair for her to lose?"

The Ice Witch took out a book from the bookshelf. It seemed to be a novel called "Romance of the Holy War" that was circulated from the Protoss Empire. The story was based on the historical background of a hundred years ago. The author was a historian from the Protoss Empire who had become famous in recent years.

"If she can win, it will actually be quite a show."

Hyperion began to analyze the problem from another angle.

But she really didn't expect that there were history books of this type on the teacher's bookshelf.

"Is this so?"