e to pass the certification before heading to the Northern Continent.Otherwise, if some things leave behind traces, they might be misunderstood later and it will be hard to explain."Mr. Lawrence, how...Chapter 385: Huberlian Turns to Tears and Then to Banditry

In the warm glow of the living room, the atmosphere gradually transformed. The light beams cast by the pendant lamps seemed like a gentle embrace, melting away the icy chill from the space. [Update the latest chapter is the most complete and comprehensive, with the most timely error correction. Due to caching reasons, it is recommended to browse the official website with a browser.]

At this moment, the ticking of the clock became more languid, no longer the spell of time, but a serene melody. The girls' eyes gradually lost their coldness and anger, replaced by understanding and tenderness.

Under this atmosphere, Siegfried and Huberly's hands gradually loosened, unlocking the deadlock.

Before the hand had even fully lowered.

"Son, I didn't consider your feelings."

Sigrid spoke to Lance first, her voice softer than before.

"!"

This left Huberlian stunned for a moment. How could this woman change her expression so quickly

Huperly immediately placed both hands on Lanchi's wrist again, as if she wanted to check if he had been injured.

She didn't speak, but only lifted her head, looking at Lance with a hint of apology in her eyes. Her gaze seemed to empathize with him.

"This..."

Gloria's eyelid twitched.

This sudden change made her finally understand that the most extraordinary ability of the Hegemon Saint Son wasn't his terrifying business acumen, but rather a unique talent for navigating chaotic situations!

He didn't show much emotional fluctuation from beginning to end. He seemed truly to feel that he was doing this for Sieglinde and Hubertiane, but the two of them didn't understand him, so in the end, there was just a little bit of melancholy, and that was it.

Simply baffling!

Gloria couldn't tell at first if this man was pure as a saint or a super green tea bitch.

She always had a feeling that her own mother was being manipulated, like a puppet on strings, but there was no evidence.

Perhaps Sigrid was acutely aware of the Holy One's intentions, but this was a calculated risk. If she persisted in arguing, she would appear unreasonable and Hyberlian would seize the opportunity to usurp her position.

"Meow..."

The cat boss poked out half his body from under the sofa, met Gloria's gaze with a stare.

It knows that this West German foster daughter now has an itchy head.

The cat boss's situation was a little better than hers. She had heard some rumors about him even in Ikte, like that he was very good at mediating civil disputes and resolving emotional conflicts.

It's the first time I've seen Ranch himself fall into such a chaotic situation.

Only allowing the cat boss to feel that when it sees someone walking a tightrope in the sky, strolling among the clouds, his expression of calmness should also be like this, not feeling at all that he would be in danger of his life.

The cat owner couldn't imagine at all what it would be like for him to suddenly fall and die.

On the other side.

"Whew—"

The dispute in the living room has finally been resolved. Ranch also smiled and let out a breath of relief, as if feeling relieved that the two could reconcile.

"Let's chat."

Lanche gracefully extended his hand, inviting both of them to take a seat.

Their eyes met, and for a moment they almost began arguing again about where Lancelot should sit. Siegfried and Hubert held back their words and instead sat down at opposite ends of a sofa.

Whoever starts a fight is the one who gets hurt in the end.

Gloria hastily stepped aside, waiting beside him like a servant.

Then, Lance had no intention of sitting on the sofa. He turned and walked to the magical crystal screen embedded in the wall. He put his backup video crystal into the magic projector on the cabinet, then went to turn off the lights in the room.

On the dim wall opposite the sofa, images and sound began to project.

Huberly, though confused, still watched earnestly.

All we see is the perspective of Lance. He's in a heavily fortified city, seemingly located somewhere in the north of the empire. The city is surrounded by frozen ground and snow-capped mountains.

The clear orchestration and drumbeat of a war song, coupled with the deserted city-state, creates a rather eerie and unsettling feeling.

In the painting, the photographer walks through a suspended corridor outside the city gate and enters the upper level of the city-state. He occasionally talks with West Germany standing beside him outside the frame, and their voices interweave in the picture.

Until the two stood on the uneven steps of the city, their gaze shifted to the side. On this wide suspension bridge, snowflakes drifted down in the wind, falling for a long time before landing at the bottom, the Pillar Layer, which was at least dozens of meters deep. It was obvious that if they went to the lower residential area, they would be able to investigate the reason why the population of this city was sparse.

However.

At that moment, the scene suddenly became blurry, as if everything within the viewer's field of vision was accelerating in an instant. The viewer themselves was also swept up to the heavens.

High above, the view finally cleared in the mist, revealing the full scope of this northern border city-state.

Only the entrance where they had passed through before still held an air of peace. Deep within, however, it was already enveloped by a darkness like that of a solar eclipse.

Under that black mist, it seemed to be devouring scattered limbs and severed arms. Whether children, women, or the elderly, their corpses were thrown into the pits...

Here, Lance shut off the projection magic device.

Then comes the appearance of the Annihilation Bishop Asksam, and Sieglinde confronts him with the true power of the Heavenly Father.

Ranch knows that Sigrid doesn't want anyone to know her true identity now.

The room was consumed by darkness, the only source of light being the silent, whirring projection mana-engine.

Herbylean sat on the couch, eyes wide open like she was watching a top-secret documentary late at night.

And Gloria, too, was seeing this shocking sight for the first time. She was so surprised that she couldn't even speak. She could probably imagine a little what the bishop and the holy son had gone through up north.

Lanche remained silent, giving Huberlian ample time to think. He flicked the light switch on again.

"About the cooperation, I can't force you two. All I can do is act as a mediator and help you reach some mutually beneficial deals as much as possible."

Lanche looked at Huberlyan and Sigrid on the sofa, avoiding the word "cooperation" and treating this as much as a "transaction".

The current goal of the Overlord faction is to take down the Annihilation faction. I don't think anyone in the Church of the Fate Goddess would want the Annihilation Bishop to become the Speaker of the Protos Empire, right

Ranch gazed once more at Huberlian.

Hubert nodded.

According to her intel, the Hegemon branch hadn't done anything particularly bad in the Protoss Empire. However, the Annihilation branch had committed atrocities beyond comprehension. No matter what conspiracies lay behind them, if they were allowed to succeed, the consequences would be irreversible disaster.

We absolutely cannot let the Bishop of Silence become a puppet for the Protoss Empire.

"If it's about combating the Annihilation branch, the Goddess of Fate Church would take the initiative."

Huberly clenched her fists and assured Lance.

As a cleric, for the greater good, even if she has to temporarily make a deal with the Church of Resurrection, the Goddess will surely understand her.

Convinced of Hubrian's attitude, Ranche and Sigrid exchanged glances.

About this jailbreak, the two of them need to ask Hubertian to go to the prison himself, which is very dangerous, so it's possible they will make Hubertian suffer.

But Sieglinde clearly did not want to owe the goddess of fate a favor.

She must give out more rewards.

"Let me hear your request first."

Siegfried said to Huberlian.

She decided to first hear what Huberlyan's demands were so she could judge how to adjust the price that the Tyrant Branch would have to pay.

Huperlan pondered.

She thought that since the Overlord branch was going to deal with the Annihilation branch, it would definitely need powerful combat strength.

"Give me some intel on Helstrom Prison, and I can get you a powerful demon as an ally. That way, if we have to clash with Askosan, our chances of winning will be much higher."

Hubert proposed the terms of the deal.

She believed her sincerity was enough, and with as much information as possible, she could secure the aid of an eighth-tier demon lord at a critical moment.

This deal is absolutely a win-win for the other party.

However.

Only then did Lan Qi and Sigrid glance at each other, both of their expressions were very strange.

Gradually, Sieglinde became uncomfortably embarrassed and bowed her head.

"Can't it be done"

Hubleyan asked.

"…"

Lan Qi now didn't know how to start.

He remembered these two people. Just now, one swore in the name of the goddess that they wouldn't talk about any personal feelings, and the other said they would let them see who was in charge of this house.

In the end, after all the arguing, they were still trying to do just one thing.

"We're going to rob the prison too."

Gloria chimed in eagerly.

Suddenly, Huberlian seemed to understand Siegfried's expression at this moment, and his cheeks began to flush.

The living room was eerily quiet.

Both people felt a little awkward.

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