[Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! There will be a typhoon on the Mid-Autumn Festival this year. I don't think I can see the moon. `~ ′?)]
"Is that all you want to say? Lamar, then hurry up and scram, or do you want to stay and watch me make out with Angelica? "Bali patted the adjutant's pink back, and the latter bent down in front of the Berserk Demon. She parted her legs and placed her hands on the ground.
Bali laughed at Lamar in a demonstrative manner. Lamar shook his head and ended the communication. Bali had no intention of stopping and sprinted hard on the woman. Angelica snorted and asked, "My lord, do you want me to send someone to keep an eye on that Dark King?"
"No need. Lord of the Wasteland, what a bullsh * t. It only sounds impressive. Even if he has the guts to attack Mokedan, let him attack. I'm just worried that I have nothing to do. "
"If that's the case, this subordinate knows."
Bali nodded and said, "Raise your butt a little higher."
"Yes, my lord."
Ijeruka rested his hands on his knees, and with his long legs stretched out, he tried to please Bali with all his might.
Allen looked at himself in the mirror with satisfaction. The camouflage device provided by Glace had changed the original color of his skin. Now, Allen's skin in the mirror was pitch black, no different from a Baltic. At the same time, there was a short horn on his forehead. Apart from his appearance that was closer to a human, he looked like a real Baltic. Although there were humans in Mokedan, they were few in number and were still slaves. Before coming here, Glace had suggested that he disguise himself a little. Otherwise, what was the difference between a human swaggering in Mokedan and exposing his identity?
"Trisley, what do you think?"
Allen walked out of the bedroom. In the living room of the hotel, Trisley was playing with her dagger. Seeing Allen's current disguise, she nodded and said, "This is indeed much better. At least it's not so conspicuous."
"That's good. Let's go and take a look at this stronghold city."
Trisley looked at Belmord by the window and said, "Is he going too?"
"No, Belmord has another mission." Allen said.
Belmore smiled and nodded. "My lord's safety is in your hands," he said to Trisley.
"Don't make it sound like I'm weak." Allen objected.
Belmond shrugged and went out of the window. There was no sign of him. Trisley took Allen's arm and said with a smile, "That's great. Then there's only the two of us left."
Looking at her malicious smile, Allen suddenly felt that it was not a good idea for Belmond to investigate the hidden chess piece that the Forgotten Realm had placed in the city.
Trisley ignored Allen's thoughts and pulled him out of the hotel onto the streets of Mokedan.
This city was worthy of being called the gateway to the southern front. Magnificent buildings and majestic statues could be found everywhere. The streets were even more crowded. There were all kinds of land vehicles coming and going, and there were even flying ships taking off and landing in the sky. Even though it was already nighttime, the streets were still brightly lit, creating a bustling scene of Moke Dan.
"Are all the cities of the Demonic Shadow Empire so lively?" Allen asked. If he hadn't been there himself, it would have been hard to imagine that there would be such a bustling city on Agares. Apart from the differences in the residents and architectural styles of the city, Allen almost thought that he had returned to Babylon.
"How is this possible?" Trisley held Allen's hand and said, "The Demonic Shadow Kingdom and Dobia have been at war for many years. Most of the wars are concentrated in the eastern part of the Continental Bridge." The towns in the south were rarely affected by the flames of war, which was why a bustling city like Mokedan could appear. If you go to the eastern region to take a look, even the famous cities can't compare to the prosperity of Mokedan. Those places may have just been rebuilt today and bombarded by Dobia's artillery tomorrow. "Over the years, most of the buildings have been practical, not as extravagant as Mokedan, where such sculptures can be seen everywhere."
She looked at the black stone sculpture in the center of a small square in front of her.
"You know quite a lot." Allen said casually, "Last time I heard you talk about your home, could it be that your home is in the east?"
A rare trace of panic flashed across Trisley's face. She forced a smile and said, "I'm just talking nonsense. How could a person like me have a home? However, I have indeed been to a lot of places in the Demonic Shadow Kingdom. After all, I was a killer before I worked for Azes. But because of this, I can't stay in the Demonic Shadow Kingdom any longer. Otherwise, who would want to go all the way to the wasteland? "
Allen knew that she didn't want to mention some things, so he stopped pestering her. As for the reason Trisley went to the wasteland, the people in the wasteland were probably the same.
"This place looks good. Let's go. I'll treat you to a drink."
It turned out that the two of them had already arrived in front of a bar. The size of the bar wasn't small. There were three floors inside and outside, and there was a balcony above. Business was also booming, and the loud music with Mokedan's local characteristics spread from the bar to the streets. At the entrance of the bar, there were five or six women in revealing clothes attracting passing guests. Among humans, Allen could be considered young and handsome. However, on Agares, the Barbarian women seemed to look at men and pay more attention to their strength. Therefore, when Allen pulled Trisley over, the women only glanced at Allen, but they were far from enthusiastic. They even coldly greeted Allen and the two of them into the bar.
It was almost impossible to walk in the bar, so Trisley simply released a trace of killing intent, scaring the people who had been squeezing in front of them into making way. Mokedan was not like the cities in the east that were often baptized by gunfire, but there was no lack of battles in this stronghold city every day. Over time, even the ordinary people who lived in this city gained some insight into the world. A few men who originally wanted to tease Trisley, after feeling the killing intent she deliberately released, all tactfully stepped aside.
After all, although Trisley was beautiful, her life was obviously more important than a woman's.
With great difficulty, the two of them found a seat in a remote corner of the bar and sat down. Trisley gestured to Allen and shouted, "I'll get the wine." The noise in the bar was so loud that he couldn't hear it without shouting loudly. Allen nodded and watched Trisley leave. He observed the people around him with interest. In the past, when he saw the Barbarians, he would associate this race with words like war and blood. It wasn't until now that he was in it that he realized that they actually had the nature to enjoy themselves. Otherwise, there wouldn't be a bar in Mokedan.
However, the genes of the Barbarians made them aggressive. It was precisely because of their special genes that these beings, who could be regarded as Alice's descendants, were pushed to the level of opposition to alliances like Adahua Planet and the Earth Federation.
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