Don't confiscate my citizenship

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As the sun sets at Herrom South Station, the station hall is busy and full of energy.

The dome is towering, supporting a huge curtain wall-like building structure. On the crystal screen that can be seen every other way, programs of the Herrom Broadcasting Company are being shown.

People hurriedly shuttled back and forth, some dragging suitcases, and some checking the tickets in their hands, filled with the rush of the journey and the anticipation of the journey.

Lan Qi took three friends on the road to the concourse level and walked towards the platform level.

I don’t know when it started, but the discussion in the station hall gradually started. More and more people looked up at the screen, their expressions full of surprise, causing a brief chaos in the station hall.

The light of the screen casts shadows of light and dark in the surrounding space, attracting the attention of passing passengers.

Their eyes were firmly attracted by the paintings that suddenly appeared on the screen.

This painting seemed to touch the heartstrings of everyone, whether it was the hurried travelers or the station staff, who were all moved by the radiance of the figure in the painting.

"Wow, isn't this Miss Sigrid? Who painted it!"

Antanas was the first to notice the movement, dropped his suitcase, and ran over to look at the nearest crystal screen.

"Wait a minute, didn't Wang just go to see Miss Sigrid..."

Sinora murmured, becoming surprised.

"..."

Pranai also noticed something was wrong and stared at Ranchi.

Lan Qi smiled slightly and didn't say much.

He looked at the painting on the screen, but not at the painting, but at the person in the corner of the screen.

"Wow, Wang, you are so bold."

Antanas ran back and shook the cat boss in his hand, shouting in surprise.

Now I'm afraid the whole of Herrom can see who painted this painting!

"Okay, okay, it's time to go, otherwise you'll miss the magic rail train to Lilomu City."

Lan Qi dragged his suitcase and walked forward.

"Do you have any other works?"

Pranay walked beside Lanchi and asked curiously, his eyes focused more on him.

"There is another random painting, which is completely incomparable to this one."

Lan Qi thought about the one at home, shook his head and smiled.

Pranay seemed to understand instantly who was in the painting.

In fact, in Pranay's impression, Talia has always been a very cold demon princess.

For some reason, when she came to Wang, she seemed to have become a comedian.

Forget it, it would be rude to think about it again. You will understand when you go back with the king and see Thalia.

Chapter 490 Sigrid prepares to be a courier

Mid May.

A giant country on the southern side of the Southern Continent - the Kraiju Empire, with its capital Brilda.

No matter how warm and bright this season makes the city-state look, no one notices that deep underground, an ultra-ancient city is slowly waking up.

If you get permission from somewhere, you can travel through the long and dark road to the deepest black palace.

In the palace, a figure walked, leaving rhythmic footsteps on the carpet.

He was wearing a dark green scholar's dress and a top hat. His hair and beard were neatly arranged. He looked gentle and elegant, as if he had never experienced combat.

The weak lamp in his hand cast deep shadows on and around him.

Until he came to the black iron door of the meeting hall and pushed it open.

The magnificent meeting hall was dark, with candles at the edges replacing the lights. The towering roof seemed to touch the sky. The end of the carpet was occupied by a banquet table tens of meters long. Each high-backed chair on both sides was like a throne, with the top engraved with A gemstone totem corresponding to the chair owner.

Looking around, there are only two figures sitting on the seventh high-back chair and the eighth high-back chair in the main hall, waiting here.

They all looked at the person coming——

"The Rotten Bishop Farmer."

Marquis Herrithir, who was sitting on the seventh high-backed chair, spoke in her cold voice.

"I have completed your commission."

The man in dark green dress opened the suitcase and gently placed a sealed test tube on the table.

Although it was just a simple action, it made the two vampire marquises much more alert. It was a sign that they would take action whenever they saw Farmer doing anything remotely dangerous.

The motionless test tube contained a terrifying alchemical creature. If Farmer smashed it into pieces in the palace, the palace would probably suffer a lot of damage.

After a while.

Marquis Helitier gently raised his hand, took the test tube in his hand, and then nodded.

"We will fulfill our promise in the near future, and then we will lead the Decay Branch to become an official member of the Creain Empire."

The strong figure of the Marquis of Somerset, who was leaning on the eighth high-backed chair on the opposite side of the Marquis of Helitier, said to Farmer with a bit of arrogance and arrogance.

"Hmph, I'm looking forward to it."

The Rotten Bishop Farmer stood at one end of the long table, facing Marquis Herrithier and Marquis Somerset, laughing calmly and powerfully.

In today's Creation Empire, in addition to the ninth-level vampire duke and the eighth-level vampire marquis, there are also two cardinals from the Resurrection Church who have formed an alliance with them.

Most of the empire's generals are under control, and soon they can begin clearing away internal obstacles and accelerating infiltration plans.

"But do you really have to do this to kill Mi Gaiya's daughter? Now even if the eighth level protects her, she will definitely die."

Rotten Bishop Farmer asked with interest.

Previously, the vampires even entrusted their Resurrection Church to take action. Unfortunately, both those who destroyed Bishop Ivanos and those who corrupted Bishop Farmer failed.

In the past six months, the thorn in the side of the vampires, Princess Hyperion, has disappeared without a trace.

This caused the vampires who had been hiding behind the scenes to start personally and pay a high price just to kill the weak girl.

"The longer we are unable to kill that hybrid demon, the less anxious the eighth-level demon will be. Her evolution speed is really a bit outrageous. If we let her hide in the Crease Empire to practice like this, she will come back next time. Attacking us might be the ninth level."

The Marquis of Somerset sighed.

Ever since they captured Duke Milaya, the silver-haired female demon has never given up. She tortured the vampires to death when they caught them, and even interrogated them to find out the location of their underground palace.

However, as long as she can generate intense hatred, no matter how she grows, she will never be a match for Duke Rashal, the third ancestor of their vampire family who currently has the highest combat power.

Duke Rashal's power [Heart Control of Blood] is at the pinnacle of mental magic and illusion magic. The more negative the enemy's emotions are, the easier it is for Duke Rashal to find flaws in his mind and complete mental control and forced brainwashing.

However, the threat of the silver-haired demon was not the main purpose of killing Princess Hyperion.

The real meaning of Princess Hyperion's death is to break Duke Miria's spiritual defense.

Only in this way can Milaya become a slave of the vampires and hand over all his original magic.

Duke Milaya's dark magic is very useful to the vampires.

Even in the daytime, it can be a protective umbrella for the vampires.

If the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, can still be found, he can absorb Milaya and maximize Milaya's benefits.

"Oh? Is she stronger than me?"

Upon hearing this, Bishop Rufu suddenly became interested.

"No. But maybe next time she shows up."

Harrithir listened to Farmer's seemingly humble but actually extremely confident question and opened her mouth to answer.

Every cardinal of the Church of Resurrection is indeed an incredibly powerful and terrifying human being. In other words, Harrithir has never seen such powerful human power in any era.

If it weren't for the immortality of their vampire clan, they might not be willing to easily provoke the mysterious organization of the Church of Resurrection.

"Is it so strong?"

The Rotten Bishop Farmer nodded, the interest in his eyes became more intense, as if he wanted to find an opportunity to capture this talented demon and bring it into his laboratory.

Farmer put away his suitcase, put on his hat with one hand, and was about to turn around and leave. Then he heard the voice of Marquis Helitier again.

"By the way, have there been any changes in your Resurrection Church recently?"

"You're asking me?"

Farmer asked, pointing to himself with a smile.

The vampire astrologer actually asked him for information.

"..."

Marquis Helitier didn't want to repeat it again, and his eyes told Farmer that he was not joking.

The prophets on the northern continent had already begun to interfere with her.

The intelligence from the two places is lagging behind, and it is difficult to determine its authenticity. Recently, it has always had an unknown impact on her observations.

Understanding as much real-world information as possible can also help her proactively calibrate the next observation.

"There seems to be a change of bishops on the northern continent."

Farmer thought for a moment and replied.

"Who won?"

Harrithir never cared about the loser, she only cared about the winner.

"..."

Rotten Bishop Farmer shook his head.

According to the hazy ancient text, they could only roughly read its meaning, but they didn't know its true identity.

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