away, a whisper of Ts'ivir, came from behind."…"Lancer hesitated for a moment, unwilling to continue provoking her. Just then, he caught a glimpse of Tsul'vir's expression from afar when he turned hi...Chapter 259: Lan Qi Arrived in the Imperial City

Imperial City of Helgen. {Google Search}

The luminosity of the architectural complex illuminated the somber twilight of this Protoss Imperial stronghold city.

This colossal city seemed isolated from the rest of the world. From afar, its towering and imposing walls appeared to merge with the sky and earth. The buildings along the edges, constructed from hard stone and cold metal, gave the city an air of profound historical weight.

The magic-powered train station on the city's border was still bustling with passengers at 10 p.m., even at night. A wide corridor connected the platforms and waiting area.

In the distance, a train pulled into the station. The screech of its wheels against the tracks echoed across the open rails, and the lights from inside the carriages spilled onto the moonlit platform.

This is a train with classical decor, yet bearing many marks of modern renovation. Its surface is covered in subtle runes that gradually begin to flicker as it approaches the station, resonating with the station's protective barrier.

Inside the carriage.

"Have you finally arrived in the Imperial Capital"

Zetsila and Lanci waited briefly at the door.

Even before the doors opened, music could be heard echoing from the platform level.

"Here we go again with this annoying…"

Zestilla frowned slightly and murmured.

Lance could also hear clearly from the sidelines.

As if it were the background music of this city of Helrom, in order to depict the rich history of Helrom and the noble bloodlines of its powerful rulers, the main melody chose a large-scale symphony, including majestic brass instruments and religious strings. It was solemn and mysterious, yet calm and lonely. Perhaps because of the northern geography and climate, there were intense and tense sections in the modulation, and the organ and constantly rising high notes revealed a sense of urgency that war would never cease.

As the melody descends, it quickens in pace, while when it ascends again, the speed slows. The brass instruments, trumpets and trombones, layer upon each other. When the high notes are at their weakest, the low notes are at their strongest. This back-and-forth cycle ultimately deceives the brain, creating an illusion of a pitch that is constantly rising, leaving one wondering when it will inevitably fall.

Only despair and hopelessness could be heard.

Just as the history of that heavy demonic war has been engraved into our very bones, there was never a gentle melody or harmonious harmony from beginning to end.

Even today, at its core, it contains an attitude of exclusion towards demons.

"I guess I can see why you'd find this music unpleasant."

Lanche stared out the car window, lost in thought.

"...."

Zethira remained silent.

She knew that Lan Qi was an artificer, which might mean he had studied the creation of some magical items like musical instruments or enchanted melodies.

The dissonance was slightly uncomfortable, but that wasn't the root cause. A human who grew up in the peaceful South Continent from a young age simply couldn't empathize.

Until it gradually came to a stop, the car door slowly opened. A faint, transparent mist emanated from inside the vehicle cabin as the residual heat released by the stabilizing regulator gradually dissipated.

In the music that permeated the station, Lan Qi stepped out of the carriage with Zeestilla. A transparent screen first came into view, capturing the expressions of travelers who had just arrived in the Imperial City. It held them for a few seconds before disappearing.

"It's a tradition at the station, used to record and verify the identity of every traveler arriving in the capital."

Zephyra said from beside him, telling him not to worry.

If one has camouflage magic, they will be exposed to their true form and immediately arrested by the imperial guards.

What is this

Two people walked on the platform paved with gray stone. The road was intermittently lit, revealing a deep blue glow that created small ripples spreading beneath their feet, like walking on water.

Lan Qi understood this wasn't something stepped on out of aggression.

If you do not have valid documents from the Empire, you will be unable to move freely here.

Ze'thira was explaining.

Although she usually avoids interacting with anyone unless necessary, she has grown accustomed to patiently answering Ranch's questions.

Because this innocent and fragile young man needs her.

Through a series of complex security checks and checkpoints, the two people passed through the station and arrived inside the Imperial Capital's fortified barrier.

One could see on the horizon of Helm's Deep, towering skyscrapers lit up with brilliant lights, ancient churches and otherworldly floating architectural structures coexisting. The night sky wasn't just deep blue, it occasionally shimmered with golden fireflies, like a reflection of the city itself.

This is a city filled with magical wonders. Due to the catastrophic accident caused by the Holy War a hundred years ago, Helrom has been left with many changes that transcend the physical realm, extending even into its culture, society, and laws.

In the bustling city of Helstrom, humans and all manner of hybrids co-exist, a melting pot of uncertainty. You might glimpse floating sky gardens nestled between towering structures, or encounter runaway Chain Golems escaping on the underground aether rail. Shops range from ancient apothecaries to advanced arcanotech merchants.

Although some areas of the city-states are ruled by powerful figures and imperial forces, known as absolute order, chaos, crime, and violence often occur in places far removed from their influence.

"Stay with me, and hostile stares will become your daily routine."

Zethira walked on the road to Protoss Royal Academy, saying to Lance.

The school is not far from the station and can be reached on foot.

"Speaking of which, will there be people who come to cause trouble for you when you get to school"

In fact, Lanqi had already noticed that people along the way had rather piercing gazes. Not only the residents, but even the guards, almost none of them were kind. Zestira looked too much like a pureblood demon.

For example

For example, you're reading a book in school and doing just fine, but suddenly some arrogant young lord comes up and mocks you.

Ranch, combining practicality, gave an example of the "Ictereus wind".

"Then I'll slap him in the face."

Zestilla looked at Ranchi, expecting an answer.

"Good child."

Lance praised.

In terms of Demon Realm culture, this is already quite polite.

Since she wants to be a demon, she shouldn't be judged by human standards. Ranchi has always been a teacher who respects the individuality of his students.

"But that kind of situation shouldn't happen. At this school, those who truly want you dead almost never talk to you much, and they might even try their best to become your reliable ally first."

Zesthira said.

Although she didn't expect Lance to praise her, what Lance said was too refined and aristocratic.

For example

Lance also needs Zesira to give an example.

For example, at the end of this month there's the big exam for the pre-college students and the Shadow World Challenge at the beginning of next month. Most of those who want to join my team don't seem to have good intentions.

Zethira answered blandly.

"Zara, how do you know about other people's attitudes"

Lan Qi doesn't think Zesitera has paranoid delusions, her words are very certain.

"I can sense to some extent hostility and kindness, you are very special, simply like a blank sheet of paper."

She looked at Lance again and said.

(The End)

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