The Path to Lordship Begins in the North

In this era, there was naturally no strict security check. The security check in the North was mainly to cooperate with the household registration system, so that Lind could better control the ordinary people who entered the North.

Of course, it's still easy for professionals to sneak into the North, since the North is so vast that Linde's current manpower simply can't defend against it.

However, most professionals from legitimate organizations and countries simply follow the rules of the North, registering and going through security checks at the North's border crossings, which is sufficient.

"Why can't we bring it! This is an important material for our school's spellcasting."

But it's clear that most professionals in this world haven't adapted to this rule yet.

"Sir, it is precisely because this material is identified as a casting material for large-scale destructive magic that it needs to be controlled."

The nun in charge of security was visibly nervous, after all, these people were all high-ranking professionals, but she still dutifully withheld his documents according to her job duties.

The security check system Linde implemented was not entirely suitable for this world, given the sheer number of unpredictable professionals. However, these professionals arriving from outside the world needed to be managed, so Linde had to experiment and modify the rules as he went along, eventually developing a set of border rules that suited this world.

So the current security check rules are actually quite flexible. As long as you register your real identity information and don't bring any special documents, you can enter the country. This is mainly aimed at professionals who enter the North through legitimate channels.

"I'm warning you, I'm a master craftsman of the molten forge. Do you know what will happen if I can't take these materials with me for research?"

The troublemaking old man was glaring and furious, his whole body radiating an aura of rage. If he weren't worried about offending the people of the North, he probably would have already grabbed the nun's head.

"When did the molten furnace stoop so low as to argue with a junior?"

Upon hearing this deep but clear complaint, the old man from the molten forge shouted, "Who? Who's speaking? Dare to step forward and have a go with your grandpa?"

The apprentice following behind the old man tugged at the old man's craftsman's robe, then pointed to the group from Lantern Dreamland not far away.

Upon seeing the nuns' robes and priests' robes, which were slightly different from those of the orthodox Church of Goddess, the master craftsman broke out in a cold sweat. The Forge knew that a group of madmen had started a religious war two hundred years ago. How did these madmen end up in the North, and even appear so openly in public?

Although they were unaware that the Lantern Dream possessed the authority of a goddess, few were willing to associate themselves with this cult that had split from the orthodox religion. They were a group of pure madmen, and madmen who wielded dangerous powers.

Seeing the warning look in the eyes of the Cardinal of the Dreamland with the Lantern not far away, the old blacksmith of the Forge immediately calmed down and said softly to the nun in front of him, "Madam, is there any way to make an exception?"

After receiving an "no" reply, the blacksmith at the forge obediently handed the dangerous materials to his apprentice behind him.

The entire security checkpoint became much quieter and more orderly. Even those who didn't know about the Lantern Dream, seeing the blacksmith in the molten furnace suddenly change his demeanor, roughly knew that he was not someone to be trifled with, and they all became obedient.

The cardinal leading the group acted as if nothing had happened and continued to wait quietly. The Holy Maiden had said that the Lantern Dream should aim to become a legitimate church again, so she did not want to cause any trouble.

The cardinal leading the group had thought he would have to wait a long time and was even thinking of asking the staff to arrange a place for him, since it was really inappropriate for everyone to be carrying the saint's coffin in the hall.

But just as the cardinal leading the group was about to take a step, the nun who was working as a staff member trotted over and said, "The governor has replied, allowing you all to enter the Northern Territory. Please follow me."

The cardinal leading the group was somewhat taken aback. Was the governor of the North just nearby? The response was incredibly fast.

But thinking about it, it's obvious that this is impossible, since the nun in charge of security didn't specifically remind me to change my itinerary.

In other words, the governor had recreated the communication technology of the Golden Age. No wonder he was interested in Lantern Dream's technology before, but not much. He probably viewed Lantern Dream's technology more as a toy.

Thinking of this, the cardinal leader became even more respectful.

"Then I'll have to trouble this little nun."

After bowing, the Cardinal, the leader of the Lantern Dream, led the group and followed the nun into the special passage.

This scene left the envoys from other countries and members of magical organizations around them dumbfounded.

It wasn't because the Governor of the North gave Lantern Dream a special favor, but rather because of the Lantern Dream's respectful attitude. Were they still the same group of lunatics?

Some younger professionals were still curiously observing the group from Lantern Dream, while more experienced professionals had already begun reporting the matter to their organizations through their own means.

Why is Lantern Dream, which has always looked down on the orthodox Goddess Church, suddenly so respectful to the Northern Church, a branch of the orthodox Church?

The professionals who had been arguing with the nuns and monks at the security checkpoint immediately quieted down and obediently cooperated with the security check like chicks.

No one was cursing the North for giving the Lantern Dream a special pass, thinking, "What level do I have? Do I want to sit at the same table as this bunch of lunatics?"

After leading the lantern-carrying dream through the special passage, the nun said, "There just happens to be a train heading to Gray Collar. You can bring your group directly onto the train. We've already made arrangements with the train company."

Although many carriages were ready to depart at the security checkpoint, the cardinal in charge decided to walk to the station, since the Saintess's coffin could not withstand the bumpy ride.

However, when the cardinal leading the group saw the legendary steel behemoth, he was in a dilemma again.

After all, most of the train models in the North are modified from the Northwind, which was originally designed for military purposes, so its comfort level is hardly commendable.

Of course, people in this era don't have many requirements for comfort; at least no one would eat hot pot and sing songs on a train.

But what would happen to the saint's coffin if the journey became bumpy? Just as the cardinal leading the group was about to walk, a whisper suddenly reached his ears: "Having finally awakened, how can we not experience the technology of the Golden Age?"

The saintess in the coffin had appeared beside them at some point, and the cardinal leading the group immediately bowed and said, "Your Majesty the Saintess."

The silver-haired saint waved her hand. By this time, the Lantern Dream group had already dispelled the concealment spell. Many people in the station were curiously watching the Lantern Dream group, especially the saint who had emerged from the coffin at some unknown time.

"Please call me Seraphim. After all, I am not officially recognized as a saint by the Northern Territory. When you are on their territory, you should naturally follow their rules."

Seraphim's silver hair looked as if he had just woken up, unkempt, yet it seemed to radiate a faint glow. Beneath his long eyelashes were deep and clear silver-gray eyes, and the corners of Seraphim's mouth were slightly upturned, making him look like a serene and devout saint.

To be honest, even many people in the Lantern Dream were seeing the true face of this legendary saint for the first time, and they all planned to kneel down and pray.

But Seraphim put on the hood of his robe and said, “There’s no need for that. I’m sure that remnant of the Golden Age wouldn’t like this kind of scene either.”

The cardinal leading the group nodded, signaling the accompanying monks and nuns to stand up. Although he wanted to advise the Holy Maiden to wake up later, since her time was very precious.

Meanwhile, Lind, after replying to the border security checkpoint, was timing the "goddess" to finish restarting.

Finally, as he waited, Lind's prayers were answered, and the synthesized voice, almost devoid of any emotion, rang in his mind once again.

"Request received, authorization verification in progress."

"Permissions confirmed. Connecting to Skynet central control."

"AI 550C at your service."