Chapter 358: Huberlian is Here

on Fremont's team, they still couldn't gain the trust of the other nine people."…"The ancient trees outside swayed in the wind, rustling softly, the only sound that could break the silence of this va...Chapter 359: Huberian is Here

Two days later, early morning. ▲search.▲

In the north of the Protoss Empire, Box Mountain Province stands as a jewel on the northern plain. Not only is it the most prosperous province in the north, but it is also a bustling transportation hub where goods and people converge.

To the north, mountains stand like guardians, encircling it and forming a natural barrier. At their foot, melting snow flows into winding streams that thread through the city from east to west. When spring arrives, the moat waters the land silently, giving this city boundless vitality and vibrancy.

Once you arrive in this province, you will find that the architectural style echoes that of the imperial capital, Herlohm, with a preference for naturally occurring stone and wood. This creates a harmonious blend with the rugged mountains of the distant north, where stone and wood seamlessly integrate into a breathtaking tapestry of three-dimensional art.

But this year, the celestial currents are in disarray, and the chill is unusually intense. Even the warm lands of Protoss Empire's south have been blanketed by winter snow.

Even though it was almost mid-April, the Northern provinces remained stubbornly reluctant to embrace spring. The weather was unpredictable and fickle, bringing wind and snow at times, sweeping the cityscape clean and even leading the residents to wonder if this frozen world would persist until the next winter.

Boxer Mountain lies in the province's south, and the "Rock Convergence" magical rail station on its western outskirts is a vital hub connecting to the Imperial South. This largest magical rail station in the northern Empire, also stands as a testament to ancient craftsmanship and arcane power.

On the tracks, every screech of brakes and the sparks flying from the friction of iron wheels were like the heavy notes in the symphony of the magic-powered behemoths. They echoed throughout the vast platform levels of the rocky junction station.

At the far end of the station, a magical train laden with the icy breath of the north sped towards the station's high platform, its roof covered with a thin layer of frost and snow.

The side of the carriage displays a long, crystal screen scrolling with imperial script, showing that this is a magitech rail train departing from Milford Station in the Northwestern Province and heading to the Rock Convergence Station.

The front section of the carriage was designed like a hotel suite, with a space that combined elegance and comfort.

This section's ceiling is handcrafted with an elaborate molding, and the walls are covered in dark-colored paneled wood that exudes a faint sandalwood fragrance. Embedded within are art pieces framed in gold, adding splashes of color. Beyond the spacious armchairs and beds upholstered in premium leather and velvet fabric, there are soft pillows and blankets for added warmth.

Hubert sat down on the armchair, and gazed out the window in silence.

She woke up before the sky outside her car window had brightened, washed and got ready early, carefully checking her luggage. She was extra cautious along the way.

Since leaving the Milford estate, a heavy sense of unease had permeated the empire, as if it were perpetually shrouded in a thick, grayish fog. This kept her from finding peace.

"Sister."

In a short while, Miseura, who had just woken up, finished her preparations as well and sat down opposite Huberlian. Although she didn't say anything, her actions signaled to Huberlian that she was ready to depart at any moment.

"I heard from the flight attendant that these days at the Rock Convergence Station, the platform level is completely filled with members of the Obliteration Cult, always in a state of terrifying readiness, like they're about to strike at any moment. It's really unsettling."

Huberly sighed and said to Misura.

Although she had anticipated that the event of the Extinction Branch's main force in the Northwest Province being completely mobilized would be a major undertaking, she increasingly felt that the Protoss Empire was undergoing some kind of upheaval. As an outsider, she couldn't see through the fog at all.

The more you don't understand, the more frightening it becomes.

"Even when those scoundrels were searching for the Church of Lady Fate and spies from the kingdom of Ethersland in Milford, they didn't go this far to blockade a station."

Mishula's tone was clearly displeased with this group of revivalists.

"Sister, you don't need to worry. A clear conscience fears no accusations. The Annihilation branch has no reason to target our Milfort family."

Michelle said with unwavering conviction.

"Indeed."

Huberly nodded.

The most absurd thing is that the papal election will take place in over a week, and then Father will also go to Herlome, the imperial capital. He'll probably have to vote for Bishop Annihilus, after all, no nobleman in the north dares to vote against him now.

Meira's eyes held a distinct disgust when she mentioned the Cult of Rebirth, especially its annihilationist branch. She wished to banish every one of those heretics from Milfort.

If, at a critical moment, you didn't back Askos, and he ultimately won, this guy might not outwardly do anything. But one day he will exact the most brutal retribution upon the northern imperial nobles who betrayed him.

Everyone knows what kind of man Archbishop Askens is.

In a moment, we'll be getting off at the junction station, a place where desolate figures resembling hawk-like church dogs congregate. Misura had to conceal her true feelings; this was the last chance for free conversation before stepping onto that desolate platform.

This election is a foregone conclusion for the Empire. All we hope for is that the Three Evils will vie amongst themselves, making the outcome slightly less dire. Having either Overlord or Mournful win would be preferable to Silent's victory.

Huberley shook her head.

She has limited knowledge of the style of the cardinal in the Northern Continent.

According to the Snow Queen, the best outcome is that the Bishop wins.

Compared to the extremely ambitious and selfish Annihilation Bishop and the Tyrannical Bishop, the Mourning Bishop is comparatively more conservative and neutral.

This kind of thing wasn't something she could interfere with. The purpose of her trip was to succeed just by rescuing the great demon from Helrom's underground prison, who was said to be a close friend of her aunt.

"Domination and Lament are not good things either. In the imperial city of Helrom, we might even see priests from these two branches, and who knows if there are hidden members infiltrated within the schools... In any case, no matter how friendly the Revivalists appear, you shouldn't believe a single word they say."

Mishuara is very worried that her sister might be deceived by the evil cultists of the Resurrection Church. Those insane animals are capable of anything.

If the higher-ups of the Revival Church took notice of Sister's talents and her position in the Milford family, they might try to contact or influence her, in order to bring the Milford family into the southeastern cardinal branch at this crucial juncture in the Empire.

"Rest assured, Mishura. We maintain a clear distinction from cultists and will have absolutely nothing to do with the Cult of Resurrection."

Huberly smiled, her voice like that of a morning prayer in the temple, assuring Mithra.

Hearing her sister say that, Mishula felt reassured.

Looking at her sister's virtuous, kind, and upright demeanor, she firmly believed that her sister would never stoop to the level of a cult member like those from the Resurrection Sect.

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