ke it anymore.Compared to the current students who watch live broadcasts, she is experiencing the magical sounds firsthand at a concert!And Batchelor had already foamed at the mouth and fainted.But…Th...Chapter 295: Huberlian is Not Afraid of Difficulties

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The sunset, filtering through the dense canopy of trees, danced with the smoke curling from hearths in the air, casting a soft glow over the twilight of the forest city. As stars slowly began to appear on the horizon, this city-state also started to welcome the night.

At the end of February, a short day is also coming to an end.

In the heart of this city, by a clear lake surrounded by trees, stands a magnificent temple.

In the depths of the temple, a hall woven from pure white marble and dark gray columns.

The Ice Snow Witch, Aya, sat gracefully on the sofa. She delicately picked up a delicate porcelain cup, and pale green tea leaves slowly unfurled in the transparent hot water, releasing a pleasant fragrance.

She closed her eyes, savoring the stillness of this moment.

However, the peace did not last long.

Invisible in the air, a corner that cannot be seen, a shadowy and imperceptible Huberyan stared with a determined and frigid gaze, or perhaps preparing.

As long as she can get her hands on the Snow Queen, the Snow Queen's training for her will be considered complete.

Her breath had long since been swallowed by the soundlessness, and she approached the Ice Queen like a phantom, swift and unseen.

But the Snow Queen remained seated, perfectly still, as if she had not noticed Huberly's approach at all.

As the Huberlian's dagger was about to reach the Snow Queen's back, she suddenly felt a chill in her feet.

A wave of unseen cold swept rapidly from the floor up to her ankles, freezing her feet and pinning her in place.

Huberley strained, trying desperately to break free, but the chill's power was insurmountable. It seeped into her hands, freezing her dagger mid-air, a hair’s breadth from the Ice Queen.

"You still haven't eliminated the intent to attack."

The Snow Witch finally opened her eyes and said in a soft voice.

"I'm sorry, Almis Teacher."

Huperlian drooped her head in dejection, a flicker of disappointment passing through her eyes.

But the Ice Snow Witch's eyes held a deep and gentle radiance.

"It's fine, you're almost getting the hang of it. You have a unique talent for disappearing, but it seems to only activate in life-or-death situations."

She gently lifted her finger, and the chill dissipated instantly, releasing Hubleyan's feet. Along with healing magic, it left no frostbite on Hubleyan's body.

..."

Huperlyan carefully retreated, her face flushed with respect.

She could indeed feel that sometimes, in moments of crisis, she could completely erase her magic, aura, and even her sense of existence.

But she was embarrassed to say whether it was her natural talent or something cultivated by someone else.

"Hupperbert, continue."

The Snow Queen spoke softly, and at the same time a chill pushed Huberlian to the corner of the temple.

So, once again, within the frigid hall deep in the temple, belonging to the Snow Queen, a shift of tranquility and frost occurred.

Until the last rays of sunset faded through the colorful panes, leaving only lamplight to illuminate Huberli's youthful and resolute face, her shadow stretched long on the cold stone floor, still a little way from the Ice Witch.

"Let's stop here for today. Don't rush, you're almost getting the feeling."

The Snow Queen healed Huberlian's minor frostbite.

Next month she'll have to send Huberlian to the Protosian Empire, and for now, she's still training Huberlian in stealth and escape.

However, the ability to survive is the most important.

Although three familiar Hyberian clerics would be sent as greeters to the northwestern province of the Protosian Empire, when it came to carrying out their mission in the imperial capital of Herloom, they would still have to rely on the Hyberians.

"The Protoss Royal Academy of Magic you're going to next month is a very unfriendly school for ordinary students. As someone from the Southern Continent, you should find it quite difficult to adjust. For you, the first hurdle will be getting enough credits before the day of the prison break plan. This way, you can successfully reach the threshold and get the internship task at the prison."

The Snow Queen gestured for Huberlian to sit beside her, and then she told him,

"If you are skilled enough, you can quickly rise to the top ten of the third-year students. Even the tenth place still holds considerable power... However, with only one month left, it's almost impossible. And if commoners aren't in the top ten, they will be treated very unfairly when trying to earn credits at this school. You might have a difficult time."

"It's fine, I'm very good at compromising, Almis teacher."

Hubert nodded in reply.

She has never been the domineering type.

"......"

For a brief moment, the Snow Witch couldn't help but feel confused.

This month of getting to know each other made her realize that Huberlian is a good kid, and he's not faking it at all.

She is graceful in her demeanor, trustworthy in her word, pure as falling snow, gentle yet fearless.

She is very different from her mother, Efa.

If you treat Efa as a weak, helpless little angel, the consequences will be dire.

Although Talia and Epha's personalities differ greatly, there is one thing they have in common: when they want to get revenge on someone, they become incredibly insane and terrifying.

As it stands, Huberly appears to be nothing like either her mother or her aunt.

"Speaking of Almis Sensei, have there been any recent news from the Protoss Empire"

Huperlyan asked.

The Snow Queen shook her head.

Over recent times, the lockdown on the northern border has been tightened, even communication between the imperial northern provinces and other provinces has been cut off. Except for the secret departments with special channels, even in Herolun, the Imperial Capital, it is impossible to obtain any news about the northern provinces.

"Worried about him again"

The Snow Queen retorted.

Of course, she knew why Huberlian cared about the Protosian Empire.

That young man named Ranche Wilford, after being separated from the Hyberlians, should have drifted into the territory of the Protosian Empire.

"I hope the cat owner listened to me and keeps him in check."

Hubley was indeed worried about Lance, but it was a worry with multiple layers of meaning, hard to explain specifically to the Snow Queen.

"Don't worry, I have great faith in Lauren's character. Students taught by Lauren are bound to be those who uphold order and morality. You can rest assured about such young people."

The Snow Witch took another sip of tea, and confidently remarked.

"……"

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Some things are hard for Huberly to say.

After all, she would never say a bad word about Lance, so she had nothing to say now.

But perhaps she was overthinking things after all.

Lance had promised himself that once this assignment was done, he would take a leisurely tour of the Empire before heading back.

Ignoring his past dealings in the shadowy world, he is still a very reliable and trustworthy man in the real world.

There should be no problem.

I will also continue to work hard.

Sedimentation.

May we meet again in the Imperial City.

Please vote for me! Xiugouzi kowtows to all the fathers!

(The End)

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