Don't confiscate my citizenship

"Mr. Loren, after today's battle, your reputation will skyrocket again!"

Nanwantina led the city defense commander and soldiers to shout excitedly to Loren.

Loren stood there looking confused.

In fact, he really didn't understand why the Holy Son of Destruction would come to him to send him away.

After the great victory, morale was at its peak, and everyone only focused on throwing away their savior and great hero Loren. Few people paid attention to Salomon's last words of unknown meaning before he died.

……

the next day.

The northernmost port on the southern continent.

The city of Rossam is located on the stone pillars and reefs protruding from the bay, with a beautiful and surprising landscape.

From here to the Hutton Kingdom located on the east coast of the central southern continent, it still takes about ten days to travel.

The center of the city is a huge seaport, full of ships and docks. It is also a gathering place for merchants, sailors and adventurers, where goods and culture from all over the world are circulated.

The architecture of the city-state is known for its maritime style. The houses are usually built in bright colors such as blue, white and wooden decorations, with spires and curved roofs, giving a feeling of waves, as if ocean waves are flowing between the buildings. Dance.

The upper and lower levels of the city-state are connected through a series of stairs and magic energy elevators.

The upper levels are mainly residential and town hall institutions, offering stunning sea and city views, while the lower levels have a variety of shops, bars and restaurants for residents and visitors to enjoy.

As the waves gently lapped against the wooden planks of the harbor, a large passenger ship slowly sailed into the harbor.

After a long time, among the many passengers disembarking, a woman with a pure temperament as ice and snow caught the eye.

Her light blue eyes vaguely reflected the sunlight in the port, and her long silver-white hair danced in the wind, as softly as snowflakes.

She walked down the ship's ladder lightly and stepped onto this port city in the southern continent.

There was a busy scene all around, crews were unloading cargo, vendors were hawking, the sea breeze carried the salty smell and the call of the distance, and the wooden planks of the port creaked softly under her feet.

She walked to a newsstand and selected a local newspaper with her thin white fingers, which printed the latest news from the southern continent and distant anecdotes.

After exchanging a few coins, she began to read as she walked, immersing herself in the news and stories of the Southern Continent.

She flipped through the pages of the Southern Continental United Times.

Until it stopped on a certain page, it was as if she had found what she expected.

The picture shows a united group of people, surrounded by a brown-haired man wearing a thick coat and whose eyes are full of natural gentleness and confusion.

The people's admiration for him needs no words, it is all written in their eyes.

[...The Son of Destruction chose to commit suicide after his defeat. He suffered multiple fatal injuries before his death. The specific process of his escape from Nanwantina is not clear, but his abnormal mental state and the last words he left behind are unclear. "The day you discover the truth, you will finally understand what kind of person Loren is." It is puzzling. Some people suspect that in the end, it was not the suicide of the Son of Destruction, but Loren's move to silence him at close range. . However, many experts interpret it as the Son of Destruction trying to discredit Loren at the end... The Southern Continent United Times reports for you. 】

"Loren...you really have a problem..."

The Ice Witch clutched the newspaper tightly, her expression full of hostility.

She will definitely investigate the source of the trouble, starting with the investigation of the royal capital of Icerita!

[Illustrator Lanqi painted for West Germany]

[Illustration - Lanci painted for West Germany]

——Chapter 488 "Lanchi's Painting to Sigrid"

Drawing by @Non_replica (Weibo)

Teacher Cui’s paintings (the real beauty)!

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Chapter 514 Lan Qi’s leisurely days

There has always been such a saying in the Southern Wantina Territory.

The summer in June is particularly boring due to the lack of holidays.

But today, this city-state is full of festival atmosphere.

It's only nine o'clock in the morning, and the taverns near the sea in the eastern part of the city are already boiling. The sea breeze is salty and fresh, intertwined with the lively cheers coming from the open-air booths, creating a different kind of summer vitality.

In the tavern, the sergeants laughed one after another, sitting together and enjoying the delicious food. The waiters were like hummingbirds flying back and forth in the tree house, serving meals and wine to the customers.

On this morning, the tavern owner specially took out his secret wine, which seemed to be a spirit that can ignite the soul. The eyes of the warriors who wanted to challenge it flashed with awe and nervousness, and they were already ready to drink a small glass. End of preparation for today.

In the midst of the jubilation, the commander with the rank of colonel on his chest raised his glass high, his voice as passionate as a war drum: "To our victory, to our glory, to the leader of Nan Wantina, to the noble high priest - cheers !”

Every word he spoke was full of strength and pride, flowing inside and outside the tavern like the wind of revival.

Last night, they had just returned from a tough battle. Although many of them were still hurt, their hearts were filled with the joy of victory and they were immersed in this hard-earned comfortable morning.

Lan Qi walked past the tavern with a smile.

He looked inside the tavern and felt that today was a good day and the whole city had become lively.

"The baby was born in the south of the kingdom, on the border of the noble settlement. It was born when the meteors fell from the Lion Stars. The baby grew up to be a young priest. As the goddess's most powerful staff, he traveled far and wide, bringing victory over all obstacles to wherever he went..."

Now the troubadours on the street have played and sang martial arts poems about the great priest.

People in the city-state are also happy to gather in a circle and listen to this new hymn called "Lion's Heart of Thorns".

"..."

Many people are just passers-by in the life of the great priest, playing different roles in his life. Just like Lan Qi at this moment, he can help Loren protect the Nan Wantina leader and Nan Wantina without too much rehearsal. led people.

It's a pity that there are successive degrees of learning and specializations in the arts. Lan Qi does not have the consciousness of a great priest who has sworn to dedicate his life to the goddess long ago. He just wants to live a life of retirement. In many things, he can only help what he can. degree.

"We have to speed up."

Lan Qi looked at the rugged sea and murmured to himself.

More than a year has passed.

In the next few months, I have to find a way to go to the Kraiju Empire in the south.

Perhaps because he keeps hindering the vampires from harming Hyperion, now the vampires are becoming increasingly restless. Even the United Kingdom Council can feel the unrest brewing in the Creja Empire.

If it were a little later, Duke Milaya and Miss Iphatia might become in danger. Lan Qi's civil commissions were always 100% praised. He would give his best to every job, no matter how big or small or how difficult it was. , treat as best you can.

Before that, he still needs to challenge Hyperion again to the Blood Moon Bad Shadow World.

He is already very close to the fifth level, and any shadow world can help him complete the upgrade.

In addition to the [Fake Slate - Wind], he now also has a real [Original Slate - Seal], which is effective for most of his summons.

[Poet of Great Love] is of spirit and wood type, Purgatory Chorus [Wonderful Notes] has dual categories of spirit and seal, Little Sun [Glory Virtue] is of light and seal type, and [Fusion Wolf] is of fire and seal type.

In other words, [Poet of Great Love] cannot get the bonus of [Original Stone Slate-Seal].

In addition, Lan Qi once came into contact with an unknown level of sealed magic called [Immortal Punishment] at the second Shadow World Temple Villain Dinner. Although he could remember it and roughly understand the principle of this magic, he could only Only at the fifth level can you really start to try to master it.

Unlike Loren, a magic genius, Lan Qi has not learned any spells yet. His essence is still a magic craftsman. The casting of spells relies heavily on magic cards, and the most noble epic-level spell cards have not even been able to cast shadows. Never seen it.

For example, vampires are born with powers comparable to epic-level spells, or demons can possess epic-level spells by discovering their innate magic. However, the ability of great human magicians in history to create an epic-level spell in their entire lives is almost the limit, and It cannot be passed down yet.

In Lanqi's opinion, spell cards that can allow people to instantly master epic-level spells are plug-ins.

This is why Lan Qi taught Zestila in the Northern Continent that spell cards are the most noble of the three types of magic cards. If there are spell cards in the endless library, choose the spell card.

"Haha, I'm still alive without you."

Lan Qi smiled in relief.

He doesn't like magic and magic cards much.

When the day comes when the world is at peace, he will have nothing more to want, just like the answer that the fallen gentle country gave him.

perhaps.

Lan Qi just walked alone on the streets facing the sea in the eastern part of Nanwantina Territory.

On this winding path, his steps were twists and turns, enjoying this rare leisure time.

The barrier has been restored, and more reinforcements have arrived in the southern Wantina territory from the north of the Hutton Kingdom. There is also a high priest stationed there, so people are not worried about any more unrest in the short term.

Lanqi knew even more that it was impossible for the vampires to attack during the day.

The beloved poet is very interested in the decayed alchemy beast, and Pranay also has some research on the alchemical products of the demon world. However, this alchemy beast cannot stay in Nanwantina territory for a long time, otherwise it will be traced by the city defense army.

So Planai and the others sealed the out-of-control decaying alchemy beast and took it back to the royal capital of Ikerite after dawn to assist the poet of great love in studying it.

It would be great if the Decay Alchemy Beast could be turned into a controllable summon.

The only problem is that using this summon can easily lead to being mistaken for Farmer, the Rotten Exarch.

Especially Miss Juliana, the Undead Sword Saint who is the mortal enemy of the Decayed Bishop Farmer. Once she sees the Decayed Alchemy Beast, she will probably chop it down without saying a word.

As the guardian of the Kingdom of Aloran, Juliana has been keeping an eye on the infiltration and movements of the Rotten Branch into the Kingdom of Aloran all year round. It was obvious that she had agreed to go on a date with Loren six months ago, but now both parties are unable to fulfill this agreement. An agreement.

"Oh, I'll help them next time."

Lan Qi shook his head, he was always thinking about Loren's marriage.

Unfortunately, when I returned to the Southern Continent, I still couldn't hear the news about his successful date with Juliana.

In this way, Lan Qi continued to move forward on that dazzling seaside.

More than ten minutes flew by.

South Wantina leads the east port.

The morning sun shone in the gentle breeze blowing over the sea, like countless small diamonds jumping between the waves.

Many ships were busy preparing to go to sea, the calls of seagulls echoed in the air, and the ropes and canvas made a slight friction sound.

Just above this pier, a large passenger ship has docked at the shore.

Lan Qi came here wearing a casual vest, looking particularly dazzling in the sun.