Chapter 400 Goals
Han Wanghuo didn't wait long, that is, five or six minutes later, a woman walked into this small shop selling secret wine.
Yan Miao raised his right hand and signaled:
"This way."
Han Wanghuo followed and saw the appearance of the visitor clearly.
She is very young, she looks about twenty years old, she is shorter, she should be less than 1.6 meters, her facial features are not beautiful, she is not ugly, and she has the unique softness of the gray earth people.
After the first look, Han Wanghuo noticed that the woman's face was not very good, her body was slender and thin, giving people the feeling that the disease was not healthy enough.
She has short hair, wheat-colored skin, wears a black short-sleeved T-shirt, a pair of blue trousers with coarse twill over her legs, and brown toe shoes.
This set was obviously found from the ruins of the old world city, with no patches or cracks, but it was very old.
The visitor walked to Yan Miao's side, opposite Han Wanghuo, and sat down slowly.
From the state of walking, Han Wanghuo could not see that she was terminally ill.
At the same time, he also found that the woman had a bulge in her waist and should have a pistol hidden.
"Let me introduce you." Yan Miao smiled and said, "Zeng Duo, organ volunteer donor, hehe, I don't know if it's my real name, and I don't need to know, it's just a code name anyway."
He immediately said to Zeng Duo:
"Lao Han, he only reported his surname, not his name, and I was also very embarrassed, so I could only call him that.
"Everyone is a gray person, so don't be too restrained."
"Hello." Zeng Duo nodded to Han Wanghuo.
Han Wang got back with the same action:
"Hello."
"Do you want something to drink? The private wine here is very good, and the owner used to be a winemaker in a noble manor." Yan Miao livened up the atmosphere, as if she was really arranging a blind date, "Haha, of course it's not me who treats you, am I like such a generous person?"
"Forget it." Zeng Duo paused for a moment and then said, "I don't drink."
"I'll please." Han Wanghuo thought that the girl opposite would not live long, and he felt a little sympathetic to each other for a while.
Anyway, he has been a sheriff at the smuggling node of Hongshiji for so long, and he has saved a lot of supplies, and he has a lot of money.
Zeng Duo shook his head again:
"I don't drink because I hate it.
"It's too wasteful of food, and many people are starving on the gray soil."
Yan Miao sighed:
"Why bother? These grains can't reach them, so it's better to comfort our stomachs.
"You are saving money for Lao Han."
He ended the topic with a regretful look on his face and said to Han Wanghuo:
"Zeng Duo is willing to donate her heart to you, but the remuneration she needs is not low."
Zeng Duo nodded next to him, indicating that there was no problem with what Yan Miao said.
She thought for a moment and added:
"If you are not at ease, afraid that I will not fulfill the contract and run away secretly, then from now on, I will be by your side and under your watch."
Han Wanghuo's messy and vicious eyebrows moved:
"Aren't you afraid that I will find an opportunity to knock you unconscious and take you to the clinic? This way, you don't even need to pay for it."
"Ha, you are such a good person, you actually reminded her." Yan Miao laughed and shook his head, looking like he hated iron but steel.
Zeng Duo replied calmly:
"I still have enough self-protection ability."
Han Wanghuo took a breath, exhaled slowly, looked into her eyes and said:
"Tell me, what are your requirements?"
Zeng Duo replied calmly:
"Save a town."
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The highest gladiatorial arena, in the noble box.
Seeing General Fukas leading a group of people in, Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong just glanced at it and withdrew their gazes, so as not to attract the attention of the other party and be seen.
Phocas didn't care about them, he just swept around casually, entered his own room, and sat down.
Shang Jianyao looked over there and said with a regretful face:
"Dukass didn't come."
He was referring to the muscle-obsessed major of the City Defense Army.
"Cassirer didn't come either." Jiang Baimian nodded, "They are officers of the City Defense Army, not Fokas' personal bodyguards, and it is impossible to follow them at any time."
Long Yuehong originally wanted to ask Shang Jianyao why he regretted that Dukass didn't come, but thinking of his identity as a servant, he forcibly closed his mouth.
Fortunately, Jiang Baimian "helped" him and asked:
"Why, do you want to use your current appearance to wrestle with him?"
Shang Jianyao cast his eyes on the gladiatorial arena below, shook his head seriously and said:
"No, I want him to wrestle with you now.
"If he doesn't recognize you, he will feel that he has lost to women twice in a row, and he will definitely be greatly hit, and he will no longer be superstitious about muscles and look down on women whose muscles are not so exaggerated."
"You are so kind......" Jiang Baimian didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing for Dukas.
Then, she nodded invisibly and said to herself:
"Without Ducasse and Cassirer, General Fokas is still surrounded by only guards and no bodyguards...... This shows that he is very confident in his strength......"
As they spoke, more nobles brought servants and bodyguards into the box one after another.
About ten minutes later, Long Yuehong's eyes lit up, and she saw one of the two major goals of this initial city trip:
Aurey's grandson Marcus!
He and his cousin Avia are not too similar, his hair color is yellow rather than golden, his eyes are light blue, his nose is pointed, his lips are very thick, his face shape is slightly horizontal, and his overall image is very ordinary, only a height of almost 1.85 meters can be used.
While walking, Marcus always had a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes at all.
"It seems that the temper is not very good, maybe the environment is too depressing." Jiang Baimian tried his best to suppress his voice and commented in a low voice.
As descendants of Ore, Marcus and Avia received a lot of preferential treatment and close protection, but they were also wary, unable to enter the army or become elders, and had almost no say in the affairs of the "First City", like pets that were raised.
Anyone who is a little ambitious and wants to achieve something is very depressing.
Shang Jianyao immediately made a suggestion:
"He should be arranged with old world entertainment materials."
"Not everyone will be addicted to this, some prefer to make a difference in reality." Jiang Baimian withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at Marcus, so as not to be noticed by the strong man who secretly protected this descendant of Ore.
Of course, during this process, Shang Jianyao deliberately made eye contact with Marcus according to the pre-arranged plan.
He nodded lightly, as a greeting.
This is mainly to get acquainted.
Marcus nodded politely in return, as if facing other nobles.
After all, after two or three generations of reproduction, coupled with a steady stream of military meritorious nobles, the number of people in the upper class of the "First City" is not a lot at all, unless they are usually in the same circle, or the parents of both sides are prominent and have a high status, and it is normal for the children of the nobles to look at each other.
This is not counting the existence of a large number of illegitimate children.
Of course, once the family tree is reported, they will still know who and whose child this is.
After stopping looking at Marcus, Jiang Baimian glanced at the four bodyguards he was carrying without a trace.
They were tall and strong, wearing a black suit, and sunglasses on the bridge of their noses, making it impossible to see which place they were looking at.
This was too professional, which made Jiang Baimian suspect that there were no awakened people, aberrants or modified people among them, but just ordinary bodyguards who were used to show that everything was normal.
As for the strong man in the dark, she found no trace for the time being.
Not long after Marcus was seated, the doors on both sides of the gladiatorial arena opened, revealing the situation behind the iron fence.
On the right side of the noble box is today's gladiator, who is usually locked up in a room behind an iron fence and exists only for the game.
He was a native of the Red River, nearly 1.9 meters tall, with short golden hair, leather armor, a shield in one hand and a spear in the other, as if he had just returned from the classical era.
The gladiator had a thick beard on his face, and his eyes revealed obvious anger and aggrievance.
According to the pre-game promotional materials, Jiang Baimian knew that he was originally a citizen, fought bravely, and had a bright future, but unfortunately, in an operation, he disobeyed the orders of noble officers, caused losses to the team, was arrested, sentenced, and became a slave.
After that, he took the initiative to apply to become a gladiator, wanting to use his life to win freedom.
This time, his opponent is an aberrant creature.
Even if she just watched from a distance, Long Yuehong also felt the powerful oppressive force of that creature.
It was a black tiger that was a circle larger than its kind, with two heads growing around its neck, and it let out a low roar like menacing at the same time.
Bang, bang, bang!
Most of the spectators in the gladiatorial arena slapped the special seat armrests, creating a drum-like movement.
The atmosphere suddenly became heated.
Jiang Baimian noticed that Marcus was also slapping, acting very enthusiastically, as if he was immersed in it.
At this moment, a nobleman picked up his cup and drank his water.
Suddenly, he choked and coughed repeatedly.
This was not a big deal, but the nobleman couldn't stop coughing, his face quickly turned red, his body bent up, and he fell to the ground.
(End of this chapter)