At dusk, two figures cast long shadows on the ground. They stood in front of a raised mound of earth. The soil on the mound was rather dark and was clearly freshly dug up. This mound was the grave of the two hundred cavalry who had died in battle last night. There were no markings on the mounds, only broken swords stuck in them. As for the intact swords, they had already been swept away by Allen as spoils of war.
Standing in front of the mound were two people, a man and a woman. The man was no longer young, and his hair and beard were all white. He wore a neatly ironed tuxedo, white gloves, and a white scarf on his arm. He looked like an old butler of a noble family. The other woman didn't look young either, but she had a beautiful appearance, like a middle-aged lady. She wore a layered red dress, as if she was going to a banquet.
Their attire was incompatible with the current environment, but the person in question didn't realize it at all. The old man stroked his white goatee and said, "Sha Sha, what do you think?"
"What else can I think? With a pitiful battle loss ratio, I ate twice as many people as I did. As long as I'm not a fool, I know that the white-haired brat isn't simple. You're not deaf either. The rifles of that brat's archers are extraordinarily powerful, and the sound of the gunfire is deafening. Tell me, have you ever seen such a gun? " The lady said. She paused and suddenly raised her eyebrows, "Old thing, what did you just call me? Is Sha Sha what you call me? If you dare to call me that again, see if I don't pull off your head. "
The old man muttered, "You have to have that strength."
"What did you say?" The lady put her hands on her hips and shouted, "Are you questioning me? Why don't we have a match right now? "
The old man rolled his eyes. "What are you fighting for? Haven't we fought enough over the years? Every time you didn't act shamelessly, I didn't fight, I didn't fight. Besides, I'm not the brat I used to be. It would be shameful to fight you casually. "
"Are you afraid of losing face?" The lady said angrily, "If you're afraid of losing face, you won't stick to me for so many years. I don't even have half a suitor! Speaking of which, it's all your fault! "
The old man said with a mischievous smile, "How would they know how good you are? If you ask me, you should just agree to marry me."
"Even if all the men in the world die, I will not marry you!" The noblewoman said casually. She had forgotten how many times she had said this over the past few decades.
The old man didn't care and muttered, "There will be a time when you will agree."
"It's getting dark. If you don't want to leave, then I'll leave. Miss has already entered the city." The woman looked up at the sky.
"They entered the city a long time ago. Would it be better if we stayed outside the city? If the young miss bumped into us in the city, she would pluck out my beard. She swore she would pluck off my beard if she ever saw me, "said the old man with a melancholy countenance.
The noblewoman sneered, "Just those few weeds of yours, if Miss is willing to pluck them all for you, then you'll be the one making a profit."
The old man snorted and said, "What do you know?" Then, before the female companion was about to flip out, he walked in the direction of Satin City first. "Are you leaving or not? If you're not leaving, then accompany me to eat roasted pheasant tonight."
The noblewoman made a vomiting expression and said, "You want me to eat your roasted pheasant? I'd rather go hungry. "Although she said this, she also started to walk. The woman didn't walk fast, but with a single step, she was already side by side with the old man.
The old man still wanted to argue about his roasting skills, but he suddenly stopped. His originally turbid eyes also became sharp, and his gaze fell on a slender figure not far away. He didn't know how the other party had appeared in the old man's field of vision. A second ago, there was no one there, and the next moment, this figure was already there. Just this alone was enough for him to pay attention.
It was a woman, and from the curve of her figure, it was clearly a woman who was much younger than the companion beside him. Her dark green hair was tied into two ponytails, and there was a dark red lace bow on each ponytail. Her delicate and coquettish face was painted with thick eyeshadow, and her lips, which were smeared with scarlet lipstick, were pulled into a cold and arrogant smile.
The tall woman was holding a black and red lace umbrella, which was more decorative than practical. Under that slender and elegant swan-like neck, a pair of exquisite collarbones could be seen, and the bulging chest made the tight collar wrap into two perfect arcs. The black lace decoration at the collar contrasted strongly with the white chest, and the black and white formed an exceptionally dazzling visual impact. The woman wore a dark red dress that was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. The tight-fitting design of the upper body emphasized her curvaceous curves, and the fluffy skirt at the lower body gave her a noble and cold temperament.
Holding the umbrella, she turned her face to the side, revealing a smile that mixed coldness and charm, and said softly, "This road is blocked."
The evening sun fell on her body, drawing a long shadow on the ground, as if dividing the road in two. Staring at the woman, the noblewoman took a deep breath and said indifferently, "Empress Scorpion Becatello? Stam, look, when did the people of the Ten Saints come to Satin City? I remember that the Scorpion Nest is not here, right? "
The old man did not answer, but the pressure on his body gradually increased, causing the light around him to dim, as if darkness was about to descend. Looking at the woman blocking the way, the old man said in a deep voice, "What do you mean, Becatello?"
"Am I not clear enough? This road is blocked, which means that the two of you should take a detour. "The umbrella woman said coldly.
Old man Stam laughed dryly, "An expert from the Ten Saints doesn't seem to be able to stop me and Miss Saran, does he?"
"I don't think so." The beautiful woman, Becatello, swept her gaze across the two of them. "Saran of Jueyan and Stam of Deep Darkness. You are indeed experts, but it was a long time ago, right? Am I right, the two former Ten Saints … Besides, who told you that I wanted to stop you alone? "
Becatello put away her umbrella and an invisible ripple immediately spread out. In the blink of an eye, auras rose in the wilderness. Although the auras displayed by these auras could not reach the standards of the Ten Saints, they still had the strength of the Earl. If it was just a few of them, they naturally wouldn't put the old man and the noble woman in their eyes. However, there were at least a dozen of these auras, and with the addition of a Ten Saint expert, it was another matter.
The noble woman, Saran, sneered, "So you moved the Scorpion Nest over, but even if you have those little scorpions and you, the Empress Scorpion, you want our lives? That's too ridiculous. "
Becatello revealed a charming smile. "Who said I wanted your lives? I just want the two of you to stay away from Satin City. "
The old man's might surged as he said in a deep voice, "Don't you understand? Saran! It's not to deal with us, they want to deal with Miss. Becatello, who told you to do this! "
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