Chapter 274.Chapter 272 – Ranchi’s Injustice Has Its Own Owner
Chapter 272 – Lan Qi’s Injustice has a Head and a Debt has an Owner
The next day.
The sunlight somewhat shyly penetrated the deep clouds, and each beam of light, after breaking the gloom, was like a golden bundle of release, vaguely reflecting the outlines of the pedestrians and monsters that mingled in the streets of Helm on Sunday.
Every window of the buildings lining the streets became little theaters of life, with small magical pets or alchemical creatures resting their tentacles and tails gently on the window sills, peering curiously at the world outside.
And in this early morning.
Ranch had left his inn near the Royal Academy of Magic in Protoss.
Walking on the road to the Silent Knights’ shrine.
Tomorrow he would be spending five working days in the Protoss Royal Academy of Magic.
Today, as the last day of the weekend, in the morning he needed to go to the Order of the Silent Knights to meet with the Grand Cleric who had granted him the Certificate of Resurrection of the Silent Branch to receive his future work schedule.
Just as Ranchi was taking a leisurely stroll, the voice of Boss Cat rang in his ears again.
They were one person and one cat dependent on each other in a foreign country, and Boss Cat would chant with him all day long.
“Meow meow, Ranch, you’ve become the new cleric leader of the Silent Branch …… won’t really have to meet Silent Bishop Ascension …… right?”
If it really came to that, it wouldn’t dare to follow this kid to meet the Cardinal!
As long as it appears in the vision of that kind of natural disaster incarnation, it will not have any power to resist, and if it is not careful, it will be corpsed.
“Don’t worry, I’ve always been serious about my subjects and have never forgotten my original intention.”
Ranchi said calmly.
“Meow! Why don’t you develop your career in the Empire more! I feel like the Hegemony branch is even safer than the Silence branch!”
Boss Cat felt that he was lying to ghosts.
Who do you want to go undercover in the Church of the Resurrection like this!
It looks like Ranchi just accidentally drank fake alcohol and got high.
The cat boss has long heard from Tata that this kid has made some jokes because of alcoholism in the border city state South Wantina collar in the beginning.
He was worried that Ranqi would fall deeper and deeper into the hole and would not be able to turn back. In contrast, he would fully support and inspire him to do whatever he wanted to do in the empire, as long as he didn’t continue to get involved with the Church of the Resurrection.
“Don’t worry, I’ve already cut the Hegemony branch side cleanly, the Herald is the Herald, Rocky is Rocky, and the Empire trip will definitely satisfy you.”
Ranch looked back at his shadow, raised his eyelids, and passed a smile to the cat boss.
“…… Meow.”
Meow meow meow, trust him one more time.
The scent of the city was mixed with the distinctive smell of magical potions and the faint aftertaste of rainwater.
Ranch walked along the pavement covered with regular rectangular slabs of stone.
Every time he crossed a street corner, the passersby on the street gradually became one point less.
Even the window sills of the tall buildings became much colder.
Then a detail caught Ranch’s eye.
Not far ahead, a woman was walking in the direction of the temple, her long hair swaying gently in the breeze, laying on her silver skirt armor, the pale skirt armor had an ancient design, every connection showed the craftsman’s exquisite skill, the sunlight shone on her armor, emitting a faint white light, like flowing water.
Ranch had an impression of this woman in silver skirt armor.
Their destination was obviously all to the Silent Knights.
And this female called Syd, she was one of the reasons for the delay in the final assessment rating.
However, Ranchi and her didn’t cross paths, they would become colleagues in the future, and sooner or later they would have to get to know each other, so there was no need to take the initiative to greet her in any way.
Ranchi thought like this, just as he walked into the next street, without even feeling any movement on his side, a cold hand had violently grabbed his upper arm!
The hand was so powerful that it seemed like it could easily crush his bones, but the owner of the hand used the force precisely to make sure that it wouldn’t hurt him.
“You ……”
Ranch didn’t have time to react, because he really didn’t feel hostile, or the opponent was so much stronger than him that his nerves weren’t qualified to keep up with his opponent’s speed.
The moment he took in the other’s figure, the wind hissed in his ears, all gravity seemed to have disappeared, the soles of his shoes lost all contact with the ground, and the pressure of the air convinced him that he had been grabbed by the other to the heights of the empire.
The emerald green light in Ranch’s eyes cut a clear trajectory through the fog of the Imperial Helm, the clouds swept swiftly past his sides, bringing with them a cold, piercing sensation.
Buildings, streets, vehicles, and crowds, all of them dissolved into blurry shadows in his eyes, every detail torn apart by speed, leaving only a chaos of color and light. The next second, everything began to accelerate, eyes almost unable to open from the cold wind, this hyper-speed roller coaster ride overlooking the city-state looked like broken pieces of stained glass, that over the ear-shattering sound of the wind filled Ranch’s mind with a buzzing noise, the air’s coldness made it difficult for him to breathe, and every breath he took seemed to be inhaled from an icy cellar.
His vision was on the verge of becoming blurry, his consciousness drifting away from him.
However, the hand still held him firmly, shielding his entire body from balance with a force shaped like force magic, becoming his only fulcrum in this high-altitude world.
As his consciousness gradually blurred, ready to fall into endless darkness, the speed suddenly slowed down.
It wasn’t until the fall with Ranch in tow that he was placed firmly on a flat piece of ground, the strong shock restoring Ranch’s consciousness slightly.
“……!”
He covered his forehead and stabilized his shaking body, only to realize that in just over ten seconds he was in a completely different place.
It was inside a building with an ancient and grand design.
“If there’s a next time, could you please not bring me here so much?”
Ranch dropped his palms and shook his head, the sense of dislocation still fresh in his body.
His heart was fine, and this tenfold acceleration-like roller coaster didn’t knock him out.
But he was suddenly tied up, and even though the other party seemed to have tried to be as gentle as possible, the difference in strength and physical quality between them was obviously too great, and if Ranchi’s rank had been lower, he was afraid that he would have been unconscious by now.
And the color-skirted armored figure that brought him here didn’t pay any attention to him, but just walked towards her main seat on her own.
In this space, the tall lintel, the exquisite carvings, the various mysterious items and ancient paintings hanging on the walls, at a glance it looked like a private collection, presenting a deep and calm atmosphere, all of which told Ranqi that this place gathered heavenly collectibles from different regions and different eras.
The floor is made of dark brown wood that has been baptized over the years, and each plank is slightly worn, with different textures and colors, but all of them carry a unique story, as if that’s what makes them so valuable.
In addition to this, the entire hundreds of square meters of the temple seemed unusually open, with only the main seat, again seemingly the only throne in the space, behind which were racks of bottles and jars of all kinds, from amber-colored glasses to spirits as clear as water, all of which were quietly waiting for their moment to be chosen.
At this moment, Ranch’s recovered sight also finally took in the figure that had forcibly brought him here.
Sid.
The attire on his body had changed.
Her figure was still tall, her light-colored hair was spread behind her waist, her pupils were like stars shining in the night sky and like violets blooming in the spring, and her ambitious aura was as strong as the queen of the land – she wasn’t satisfied with controlling what was in front of her, but rather she wanted to conquer everything within her sight.
“Most of the time I don’t like to work with others, and some people think I’m too strong to collaborate with others because I like to interfere and provoke them, but all I know is that I never let go of anything that is in my favor.”
She introduced herself simply, her dominant yet calm eyes seemed like a sharp sword that could pierce the heart of her opponents resting in the mirror of a clear and translucent lake.
“What is your honor’s purpose in inviting me here?”
Ranch gave him a slight imperial salute, not intending to say much until he had judged Cid’s true identity and intentions.
There was nothing to fear either.
His own life was in the hands of the other party, so to speak, and if the other party had ill intentions, his hope of succeeding in resisting by force was obviously nil.
Cid turned her back to Ranch in silence and slowly walked up to her throne.
She was a cold beauty after removing her disguise, and didn’t seem to care much about Ranch’s feelings, only what she wanted.
All that had been used earlier was disguise magic, and even the identity of Cid was a complete forgery.
“You probably haven’t heard the name Sigrid.”
Cid propped her chin on one hand and looked askance at Ranch, but she obviously appreciated this calm and collected nature of Ranch.
“But another name you’ve definitely heard of.”
Only a holy seal on her right thumb was tossed up like a coin.
It left a brief silver glow in the air and once again landed in her palm.
Even if its just a flash, Ranch saw it clearly.
At the center of the Holy Seal was the Silver Moon Crown, whose rays cut out the crescent moon as if the enemies would be reduced to pieces, and the stars scattered around the edges of the crown were shattered weapon fragments, representing the defeat of those who resisted and their sad and pitiful fates.
He was all too familiar with this style of holy seal.
He had seen too many of them on the Bastard Clerics of the Southwest Province.
The only difference was-
This one of Sid’s shone with an incomparably domineering and dazzling orange light!
(End of chapter)