Chapter 327: Ranchweiler Escape Plan
mans could only have daylight, and night belonged to the thralls of the blood race. However, some people, in order to uphold human dignity, were willing to shatter their own pride. To retake the South...Chapter 328: The Escape Plan of Ranchill Fort
Ten days later, in late March of the Protosian Empire. {Write to here I hope readers remember our domain name}
A blanket of snow and frost covers the landscape. The vast expanse of white stretches to the horizon, blending seamlessly with the gray-white sky. The original outlines of everything on the snowy ground are completely obscured by the thick layer of snow.
Hundreds of miles outside the city of Bandar, on the front lines in a province near the northern border, there was still nothing but desolate snowfields.
The further north you go, the more common severe and unusual weather becomes. It's not uncommon for two or three days of travel to be impossible due to the weather, and the scattered snow-covered city-states and villages are becoming increasingly rare.
Under this expanse of pristine white snow, a sleigh suddenly appeared on the hillside, carving through the frost and snow, stirring up a whirlwind of white.
"Oh, take off!"
"Faster, faster!"
"Meow meow meow! You two slow down, don't fall off the cliff!"
The abrupt laughter and childish screams were particularly clear in the wind and snow.
All that could be seen were two people sitting on the sled. Even though the air was filled with the chill of winter, and there was a biting frost in the air, it couldn't hide the excitement on their faces.
Ranche and Sid were seated in the sleigh, a black arctic fox pulling them along at a breakneck pace. Its ear tips burned with golden flames, its powerful strides kicking up snow with every step, leaving behind deep, shimmering gold traces.
The cat boss clung to Lanchi's clothes with all his might.
It's clear that Lance and Wes are having a really great time!
If Tatta were by Lanchi's side at this moment, she would definitely frown and tell him to slow down. And if it were Xiaobao, she would probably gently remind Lanchi to be careful of the dangers on the snowfield. Only XiDe, she would simply ask Lanchi to speed up again.
"Meow meow! Don't drive so fast!"
The cat boss knew he had long since fallen head over heels for Lanchi, but still, he cried out desperately.
"What Not fast enough"
Lan Qi lowered his head in the howling wind and snow, asking the cat boss in his arms.
At once he lowered himself, flicking the reins of the sledge and urging the great fox to go faster.
"Meow!!"
The cat boss opened its mouth and swallowed a mouthful of snow.
Not until the sled sped down the slope and came to a gradual halt on the increasingly snowy ground did the crimson-painted body slow down, still strikingly visible against the snow.
"Haha, even if I fall, I won't get hurt anyway. What about him... doesn't he have a wind-attribute wheelchair"
West Germany laughed uproariously, she turned her head to look at the little black cat on Lance's leg and said.
She knew Ranch had a lot of weird and wonderful equipment magic cards.
Considering the secrecy of the final destination investigation, the two changed their identities and appearances again after leaving the Snowy Province.
They did not continue to use their identities as the Protoss Royal Academy of Magic, Loch and Sid. Instead, they became engineers and merchants in the Snowfield Province, wanting to do business in the Northern Border Province.
This way, they can avoid being tracked back on their return journey if anything goes wrong during the investigation.
However, Ranch did indeed have a large number of high-grade purple magic card packs that were sealed and unused, even more than a magic card merchant. The advantage of sealing is that it's easy to identify the effect when it's in an unowned state.
But the quality of these cards, Westley couldn't say for sure. Most were scraps of junk magic cards, all sorts and kinds, not like the ones for Little Black Cat. Even Westley didn't understand why he carried so many useless cards around.
She only knew that these magic cards were almost all obtained by Lance before his departure, using connections in the Imperial City. Countess Crolyss had been of great help, and she didn't know what kind of deal they had struck that would have her prepaying Lance such a large sum.
Meow meow...
The cat boss was sobbing, not responding. It turned back into a tearful kitten head again.
It doesn't want to be with these two people anymore.
If we manage to unearth some juicy information this time and expose it, the imperial prestige we'll gain will be immeasurable.
Lanche slowed the sled, loosening his reins with one hand and clutching Boss Cat close. He spoke with conviction.
The sled continued to move, its runners scraping against the thick snow, making a "creaking" sound. The trail of snow it stirred up behind it stretched on and on like a long tail.
Although the wind howled, the two people on the sled didn't mind, still enjoying the feeling of being pushed.
According to the map, there should be a plain ahead, with no more rugged mountain roads or lakes. At this high speed, they should reach their investigation destination, Bandra City on the northern border, very soon.
"Wasn't General Fan Lei the one leading an investigation team there first If there was a problem, he would have found it first, right"
West Germany replied nonchalantly.
"It's not necessarily so. What if there is an eighth-level danger in the north The investigation team might still be insufficient."
Lanche pondered, for besides the secret that Cloris had told him and promised not to tell anyone else, he still hoped Sigrid would clearly recognize the danger of the northern border province.
"Those who can reach the seventh level are no longer of the mortal realm. It is easy to defeat them, but not so easy to kill them."
West sighed, as if reminiscing about his power when he first reached the seventh rank.
"..."
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Lance raised an eyebrow, looking at West's unusual female form.
A fully-powered seven-tiered construct, even if a group of six-tiered formations teamed up, would be very difficult to oppose. However, against the person beside him, it was "easily defeated".
Most of the time, West Germany felt distant and he had an unexpectedly good temperament, completely unlike a certain unmarried woman.
But only when talking about other strong individuals can she clearly feel from this cognitive bias that all her past experiences and power are not in the same dimension as hers.
"Rest assured, Saint Son. Even if your rank remains low, I won't look down on you. With me protecting you, just focus on working for me."
West Germany grinned, a childish spontaneity mixed with the unyielding reliability of a queen's promise.
"……"
Lance was silent for a moment.
"If I ever want to retire and go into hiding, will you let me go"
He had already decided to disappear back to the South Continent when the time came, but lately he'd been chatting with Sid at close range every day, and inexplicably felt a bit reluctant to part with this friend.
If possible, he wouldn't want to be enemies with the overlord of Catholicism, Sigrid, in the future.
"……”
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West Germany hesitated for a moment before replying, "That depends on the circumstances."
For example
If I don't have high regard for you, I will directly treat it as if you betrayed me and help you completely retire.
West Germany gripped his fingers coldly.
“……”
Ranch didn't know if she was joking about the consequences of her low favorability, or if she was actually threatening him.
While being held by Lance, the cat boss shivered in fear. He knew Lance shouldn't have gotten involved with this female demon!
She could never possibly break up with you amicably!
"To be honest, in most cases, if you wanted to leave, I wouldn't let you go easily. After all, I chose you to be my Saint Son despite the odds. So naturally, you'd serve me."
West Germany honestly told Rance her true answer.
"Understood."
Lanche nodded, he probably guessed it would be like this.
He lowered his head to look at the trembling cat. The boss smiled, not nervous at all.
"! "
The cat boss was startled; it instantly understood this newborn idea.
It could probably guess that Lance, at worst, would fake his death to run away and create the illusion that "Rocky McCaskey" was dead, making Sigrid completely lose the idea of pursuing him!
And then the scoundrel transformed back into that South Continent "Ranch Wilford" and from then on had nothing more to do with Sigrid!
...The only worry is that the Cat Boss might be afraid, if Ranch really did that, it might trigger a series of unpredictable chain reactions.
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"What if that Saintess you once knew ever wanted to leave"
The cat boss swallowed nervously, summoning his courage to ask in a timid, childish voice.
Sigrid had once lost a saint. If faced with the choice between "leaving" and "dying" among her subordinates, the Cat Boss didn't know how resolute Sigrid would be towards betrayers.
If she really becomes too extreme, then Ranch will only be able to fake his death and escape!
Upon hearing this, Xi De was taken aback for a moment, as if he had never expected such a situation.
Finally, she gave a wry smile.
"I guess I should let go and allow her to live the life she wants."
Her voice rarely carried a touch of guilt and tenderness.
"…"
This time, neither Ranch nor the Cat Boss said a word.
It looked up at Ranch.
It feels like if Ranch really uses fake death at that time, it might evolve into another kind of slightly nascent situation...
Chapter 2 is not finished, before 12 pm.
(The End)
【】egan to speak."Mhm."Levesque listened intently, nodding along.……On the other side.In the late afternoon of autumn, the sky deepened its blue yet remained bright, as if cleansed and made transparent by...