Chapter 390: Lorene's Reaction to Black and Green

ut what kind of low-level cards Lynch is making, and how inexperienced he is.At least in this moment, Lan Chi's aura was not like that of a clumsy card-making apprentice, but rather that of an artist...Chapter 391: Lauren's Reaction to Black and Green

The gate before the void portal is also the last security checkpoint.

"Due to the absolute security measures of the prison, even if a student officer at the intermediate level encounters a life threat, they may not necessarily be rescued. If they are seriously injured, disabled, or killed due to insufficient ability, the prison will not be responsible in any way. You have all signed and acknowledged these terms when applying for the internship program, is that correct"

A prison guard dressed in a Herlorm uniform stared solemnly at Hyberlian and several other students, holding a file in his hand.

No problem.

Hubleyan confirmed.

Soon, the slow-to-react poet also nodded.

"Is she really here for an internship assessment"

The guard's gaze swept over the five students, fixing with contempt on the black-haired, green-eyed Da Ai poet.

Millyford at the front, a Miss Millian Millyford, clearly seemed to be the captain. The three students behind her remained silent, all looking remarkably strong with an unsettling aura about them. Only the weakest of the group, a girl with black hair and green eyes standing beside her, appeared somewhat sleepy.

But this young girl stood out in a particularly striking way, drawing people's eyes and making them want to linger on her.

"That's just her. Nothing to worry about."

Huperian sighs.

At this moment, the great poet by her side wore a jet-black mask. Its cage-like structure clamped tightly onto her jaw, effectively reducing the potency of the sonic and linguistic magic emanating from her body. This prevented her voice from causing significant disturbances to others' minds simply by opening her mouth.

However, once she closed her mouth and remained silent, even if it seemed like she wasn't thinking of anything at all, her eyes were gentle and bright, clearer than the greenest spring water, as if they held a natural love for all things in the world.

When she occasionally shifted her gaze, her hair and skirt hem swayed gently, and the unique floral fragrance on her body was like a gentle summer song, an autumn breeze sweeping across the mountains, stirring one's very soul.

The mask of confinement added a touch of reckless ferocity and danger to her. Her bearing still strongly conveyed that she was a rare beauty. This just-right sense of mystery made people even more eager to explore her face.

At the guards' questioning and overly focused gazes directed at the black-haired, green-eyed poet beloved by all, the three tyrannical priests behind Huberly rolled their eyes and stared straight at the guard, causing a shiver down his spine. He instinctively stopped speaking.

"...Are you sure you understand the risks"

The guard immediately understood that this black-haired, green-eyed girl was the true core, revered and protected like a princess by those three behind her.

"…"

Hubert glanced back at the three people, unable to find the words.

These three were all personal confidants personally cultivated by the tyrannical Pope, and also elite direct subordinates of the tyrannical branch. They thought Hugh Berlian was also from their tyrannical branch, so under the command of the bishop, they came disguised as third-year students of Protos Royal Magic Academy to assist Hugh Berlian and the great poet.

Originally, having three elite level five fighters at her command should have been quite a happy thing for Huberlyan.

But the problem was that the day before they left, Lanchi had already prepared new identities for them in the Snowfield Province and enrollment records for Protoss Royal Magic Academy. Afterward, Lanchi and the Great Poet took these three direct troops through a short, intensive adaptation training.

Now, their three eyes look a little off.

Besides loyalty, indifference, and a touch of chaotic fervor, like they have already achieved spiritual network synchronization, ready to offer everything for the Mother Church of Hegemony and the Hegemon Heir.

This made Huberlian recall the five members of the Ikelith Academy's Gladiator Team, even finding the three behind him more terrifying.

To be fair, the five members of the Fighting Spirit team are still based on normal, honest students…

And these three direct subordinates were the foundation of the Resurrection Church's elite.

It's hard to imagine what level they have evolved to.

The guard didn't say anything more, letting a few people through so they could leave the basement level and enter the prison's negative one floor as quickly as possible.

Five students looked like ordinary humans. They passed Herloom Prison's thorough checks, proving they were pure humans. Yet, the guards had a strange feeling that these five were actually an elite squad of demons.

Huibalian, upon seeing the warden's gaze, felt as though her humanity had been stripped away along with everything else. She didn't want to be humiliated any further and hurriedly led the poet of great love and her four direct subordinates through the checkpoint, stepping into the deep purple void transmission portal on the water surface.

Suddenly, an invisible force pulled the newcomers' bodies into a boundless unknown world. With a fleeting sound, vanishing vision, and a sudden surge of weightlessness, they plummeted through the air as if falling from a great height. Finally, after a smooth deceleration, they arrived in a brand new subterranean world.

……

Meanwhile, in the distant South Continent.

The Kingdom of Hexton, Capital city: Icerite.

In the springtime, at the Icteria Academy, as the winter frost completely melted away, it welcomed the first rays of sunshine in the morning. The dawn painted the horizon with delicate colors, like a work of art carefully crafted by an artist.

The Academy of Sages' building complex awoke in the morning light, dewdrops glistening on windowsills, as if each one held the breath of spring.

On the fifth floor of the Sage's Courtyard, Lauren leisurely leaned against her desk in the office, quietly gazing at the beautiful scenery of the campus outside.

> A month has passed since the new semester started, but he always feels that this semester is much calmer than the last one.

Every day is quite relaxed and pleasant.

I don't know the difference.

Although there are still some rumors about him at school occasionally, they are not as outlandish as before.

"Oh, another newly promoted high-ranking divine officer is to undergo assessment What wonderful news."

Lorentz suddenly seemed to sense something, closing his eyes in his chair and using divination magic to perhaps perceive distant events, occasionally sipping his coffee.

Only in the perspective space beyond dimensions was a black-haired noble student seen participating in the assessment.

Lauren felt a strange sense of familiarity about her, but she was sure they had never met.

"This time it's the priest of the chosen saint Almis, isn't it..."

Loren had never seen this prison before, but judging from the scene's description, it should be in Herloom, the imperial capital of the Protos Empire.

He quickly analyzed the situation. It seemed that a priest from the Etherean Kingdom had disguised himself as a nobleman from the Protosian Empire and went to the Helrome Prison to carry out some important task.

The only other presence near the Protoss Empire is the Almis stationed in the kingdom of Aestherland.

Only the God-Chosen Maiden or the Judge could assign a divine task of this caliber. However, the Judge is probably still battling in the Catastrophe's earthen battlefield.

Besides the chosen saint who arrived here first standing before him, a blurry light and shadow soon appeared on the other side as well.

Surrounded by light, they occupy the four corners and cannot communicate, their forms consisting only of glowing orbs.

Although it was just a silhouette, the light and shadow that newly appeared in this space nodded to itself, and Lauren also returned the greeting.

That was the Holy Knight Commander of the Goddess of Fate's headquarters in Canberra Kingdom, Southern Continent. He and Lauren respected each other deeply, a rare friendship between gentlemen. Even though Lauren had never seen the Holy Knight Commander's true face under his armor, he believed him to be a noble and like-minded comrade in arms.

Not until a long while had passed did the last supervisor to be assessed appear.

The judge took a glance and he vanished again.

"Make sure the other three are here, then he can leave without worry."

"...."

None of the three said anything, they just continued to watch the assessment.

Although this assessment came as a surprise to both the High Priest and Grand Knight of the Southern Continent, seeing Helmrom Prison alone told them that the Northern Continent must have had a pressing need for this. That's why they sent priests deep into such a dangerous place to carry out this perilous task.

Lorentz kept getting the feeling that this priest looked familiar, but he couldn't place why.

Then, as he noticed the woman standing next to the officiating priest who was being assessed—

Although she was wearing a mask, only her dark eyebrows and eyes peeking out from under her hair were visible.

But her color scheme made Lauren's hand holding the cup tremble.

Now Loren looks at the students' shadow world, as soon as he finds black and green paired together, he subconsciously feels something is wrong! He's afraid that the clergy will be corrupted.

The female priest under scrutiny must be Almis's beloved, she absolutely cannot be tainted! Now there are rumors in Ictere that it is Theron who is the head of the cult, and his students have brainwashed the priest more cruelly than even the Resurrection Cult.

Loren took a deep breath, thought carefully for a moment, and then calmed down.

Lanchi isn't a girl, I guess I overthought it.

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