At dusk, two figures cast long shadows on the ground. They stood in front of a bulging mound of dirt, which was quite dark in color and was clearly a new soil that had just been dug up. This pile of dirt was the tomb of the two hundred cavalry that had died in the battle last night. There were no signs on the mound, only broken swords stabbed into it. As for those intact swords, they had already been swept away by Alan as a victory.
Two people, a man and a woman, were standing in front of the pile of dirt. The man was no longer young and his hair and beard were all white. She was wearing an ironed tuxedo, white gloves, and was almost wearing a white scarf on her arm, making her look like an old housekeeper of a noble family. The other woman didn't look young either, but she was pretty and looked like a middle-aged lady. She was dressed in layers of red skirts, as if she was going to a banquet.
Their attire was completely out of tune with the current environnt, but the party concerned did not realize it at all. The old man stroked his white goatee and said, "Shasha, what do you think?"
'"What else can I see? With a pitiful battle loss twice as large as the number of people I've eaten, as long as you're not stupid, you'll know that the white-haired brat is not simple. You're not deaf either. The rifles of that brat's shooters are strangely powerful and the guns are deafening. Tell , have you ever seen a gun like this?" The lady said, pausing for a mont before raising her eyebrows, "Old man, what did you call just now? Did you call Shasha? Do you dare to scream again in the future and see if I don't pull your head off."
The old man muttered, "You have to have that kind of strength."
"What are you talking about?" The lady put her hands on her waist and shouted, "Are you questioning ? Otherwise, let's have a fight now?"
The old man rolled his eyes and said, "What are you fighting for? Haven't I fought with you a lot in the past few years? It's not like you're cheating. I won't fight without fighting. Besides, I'm not the brat I used to be. I'll just fight with you casually. How embarrassing is it to say it out loud?"
"Are you still afraid of losing face?" '"You're afraid that you won't stick to for so many years because I don't even have a single suitor! Speaking of which, it's all because of you, old man!" The lady said angrily.
The old man smiled and said, "They don't understand you. If you want to say it, you'd better agree to marry ."
"Even if all the n in the world are dead, I will not marry you!" The lady casually said this sentence, which she had forgotten to say countless tis in the past few decades.
The old man disagreed and muttered, "There will always be a ti for you to agree."
"It's getting dark. If you don't leave, I'll leave. Young miss has already entered the city, right?" The woman looked up at the sky.
'"We've already entered the city. Shouldn't we stay outside the city? If Miss were to bump into in the city, she wouldn't strip my beard. She swore that if she were to bump into , she would strip my beard." The old man said with a gloomy expression.
The lady laughed coldly, "If Miss is willing to pluck all your weeds, then you will earn it."
The old man snorted and said, "What do you know?" Then, before her companion gets angry, she goes in the direction of Sardinia. "If you can't walk, then co with to eat roasted pheasant at night."
The lady made a vomiting expression and said, "Want to eat your roasted chicken? I'd rather be hungry." Even though she said that, she also took a step forward. The woman didn't walk fast, but she was already standing side by side with the old man in one step.
The old man wanted to argue over his barbecue technique, but he suddenly stopped. His originally cloudy gaze beca sharp, and his gaze landed on a slender figure not far away. He didn't know how the other party appeared, but in the old man's eyes. One second ago, there was no one there, and the next mont, this figure was already there. This alone was enough for him to pay attention to.
It was a woman, and judging from the curves of her figure, she was clearly a much younger woman than her companions beside him. Her dark green hair was tied into two ponytails, each tied with a dark red lace bow. Her exquisite and charming face was painted with a thick eyeshadow, and her scarlet lips were holding onto an ice-cold and proud smile.
The tall woman wore a black and red lace umbrella, which was more decorative than practical. A pair of exquisite collarbones could be seen beneath the slender and elegant neck like a white swan. The swollen chest made the tightened collar wrap in two perfectly curved semicircles. The black lace on the collar contrasted strongly with the white chest. Black and white ford an exceptionally dazzling visual impact. The woman wore a long dark red dress with a narrow upper body and a wide lower body. The tight design of her upper body emphasized her curves, while the fluffy lower skirt gave her a noble and aloof temperant.
Holding up her umbrella, she turned around, revealing a smile that blended loneliness and charm, and said softly, "This road is blocked."
The dusk sun fell on her body, pulling out a long shadow on the ground, as if dividing the path into two. Looking at this woman, the noble woman took a deep breath and said indifferently, "Queen Scorpion Becatelu Stam, look, when did all the characters from the Ten Saints co to Sardinia? Do I rember that the Scorpion Nest doesn't seem to be here?"
The old man did not answer, but the pressure on his body gradually increased, so much so that the light around him dimd down, 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 an, Becatelu?"
"Don't tell I'm not clear enough. The aning of this impassable path is to let the two of you take a detour." The umbrella-wielding woman said coldly.
Old Stam laughed dryly, "A Ten Saints expert doesn't seem to be able to stop and Miss Saram, right?"
"I don't think so." Bei Katailu swept her gaze over the two of them, "Saram of Absolute Fla and Stam of Darkness. You are indeed experts, but it was only a long ti ago, right? Am I right, the two top ten saints Besides, who told you that I wanted to stop you alone?"
Becatelu put away her umbrella and an invisible ripple spread out. In the blink of an eye, the surroundings of the wilderness were filled with imposing auras. Although these imposing auras weren't up to the standards of the Ten Saints, they were still as powerful as the Earl's. If it was just a few of them, they naturally wouldn't put them in the eyes of the old man and the noble woman. However, there were at least a dozen of these auras. With the addition of a Ten Saint expert, that was another matter.
'"So you moved all the scorpion nests over, but even if those little scorpions of yours and you, the Empress Scorpion, want our lives? That's ridiculous." Saran sneered.
Becatelu smiled charmingly, "Who said you two were going to die? I just want you two to stay away from Sardinia."
"Don't you understand, Sarah?" The old man said in a low voice. "This isn't to deal with us. They want to deal with Miss. Becatelo, who told you to do this!"
"Whoever can afford my offer can make do it," Becatelo said coolly. "As for the identity of the custor, it's naturally confidential. I still have so business ethics."
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