readx;?“ Is that all there is to it? Ramer, then you hurry up and get out, or do you want to stay and visit me and make out with Ijeluka? Baal patted the adjutant on the back, and the latter stood in front of the tyrant and bent over. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info She spread her legs apart and propped her hands on the ground.

Baal smiled demonstratively at Lamer. Ramer shook his head and ended the comm. But Baal had no intention of stopping, and sprinted hard at the woman. Ijeluka snorted softly, but still did not forget to ask, "My lord, do you want me to let people stare at that dark king?" ”

"No, bullshit wasteland co-owner, it's just majestic to listen to. Even if he has the guts to attack Mokdan, then let him attack it, I'm worried that there is nothing to do. ”

"In this case, my subordinates will know."

Baal hummed and added, "Raise your ass." ”

"Yes, my lord."

With her hands propped up on her knees and her long legs straight, she did everything she could to please Baal.

Alan looked at himself in the mirror with satisfaction, the camouflage device provided by Grace had changed the original color of his skin, and now Allen in the mirror had dark skin, no different from the Bal people. At the same time, there is a short horn on the forehead, and apart from the fact that his appearance is more human, he resembles a real Bal man in other places. Although there are human beings in Mokdan, they are still slaves, not to mention the scarcity. Before coming here, Grace suggested that he disguise himself a little, otherwise a human would swagger into Mockdan, what is the difference between that and revealing his identity?

"What do you think, Trisley?"

Alan stepped out of the bedroom, where Trisli was playing with her dagger in the living room of the hotel. Seeing Allen's current disguise, she nodded and said, "It's really much better, at least it's not so conspicuous." ”

"Okay, let's go, let's see this fortress city."

Trisley looked at Belmode by the window, "Is he going too?" ”

"No, Belmode has another mission." Alan Dao.

Belmode smiled and nodded, and said to Trisley, "Your safety, your lordship, is up to you." ”

"Don't say that I seem to be weak

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page). Alan objected.

Belmode shrugged and slipped out of the window, where there was no one in sight. Trisli grabbed Alan's arm and said with a smile, "Great, then it's just you and me for the rest of the day." ”

Looking at her somewhat malicious smile, Alan suddenly felt that it didn't seem like a good idea to let Belmode go and explore the dark chess piece that the relics had planted in the city first.

Ignoring Alan's thoughts, Trisley pulled him out of the hotel and onto Mokdan's street.

The city is known as the gateway to the southern route, with magnificent buildings and majestic sculptures abounding. The streets are crowded with people, with all kinds of land vehicles coming and going, and there are even flying ships rising and falling in the sky. Even though it's night, the streets are lit up brightly, creating a bustling scene of Mokdan.

"Are the cities of the Shadow Empire so lively?" Alan asked, unless he was there, it was hard to imagine that there would be such a bustling city on Agareth. Aside from the differences in the city's inhabitants and the style of the buildings, Alan almost thought he was back in Babylon.

"How is that possible?" Trisli took Alan's hand and said, "The Shadow Kingdom and Duobia have been at war for many years, and most of the wars are concentrated in the eastern part of the land bridge. The towns to the south were rarely affected by the fighting, which is why there are bustling cities like Mokdan. If you go to the eastern region, even if it is a well-known city, it is nowhere near the prosperity of Mokdan. Those places may have just been rebuilt today, and tomorrow they will be bombarded by the artillery of Duobia. For many years, the architecture was mainly practical, so there would not be such extravagance as Mokdan, and such sculptures can be seen everywhere. ”

She looked at the blackstone sculpture in the center of a small plaza ahead.

"You know a lot." Alan said casually: "Last time I heard you talk about your home, is your home in the east?" ”

There was a rare hint of panic on Trisley's face, and she reluctantly smiled and said, "I'm just talking nonsense, where can someone like me have a home." I've been to a lot of places in the Shadow Realm, though, since I was a killer before I served Azers. But because of this, I can't stay in the Demon Shadow Country any longer. Otherwise, who wants to go all the way to the wasteland? ”

Alan knew she didn't want to mention something, so she didn't dwell on it. As for Tracey

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Li's reason for going to the wasteland, probably the people in the wasteland are similar.

"It looks good here, let's go, I'll give you a drink."

It turned out that the two had already walked in front of a bar, which was not small, with three floors inside and outside, and a terrace above. Business is also booming, with loud music from the bar to the streets with Mokdan's local characteristics. There were five or six scantily clad women at the door of the bar luring passing customers, and among humans, Alan was young and handsome. But on Agareth, the women of the Bar seem to see men more focused on their strength. Therefore, when Alan pulled Trisley over, the women only glanced at Alan, but they were far from enthusiastic, and even greeted Alan and the two into the bar coldly.

The bar was almost impassable, and Tracey simply let out a murderous aura, scaring the people who had been crowded in front of them into the way of the way. Mokdan is no different from the cities in the east that are often baptized by artillery fire, but there is no shortage of daily fighting in this fortress city. Over time, even ordinary people living in the city have gained some eyesight. Several men who had wanted to tease Trisley moved out of the way after feeling her deliberately unleashed murderous aura.

After all, although Trisley is beautiful, it is clear that her life is more important than a woman.

Finally, in a remote corner of the bar, the two found a seat to sit down. Trisley gestured to Ellen and said loudly, "I'll go get the wine." The bar was so loud that you couldn't hear it if you didn't shout. Alan nodded and watched Trisley leave, observing the people around him with interest. In the past, when I saw the Bal people, they would associate this race with words such as war and blood. It wasn't until now that I was in it that I realized that they also had a hedonistic nature, otherwise there would be no such place as a bar in Mokdan.

It's just that the genes of the Bal people make them full of aggressiveness, and it is precisely because of their special genes that these lives that can be regarded as Alice's descendants will be pushed to the level of opposition to alliances such as Idahua Star and the Earth Federation.

Alan smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking to himself that he was not a scholar, and it would be better to leave the historical roots of opposition to others for headaches. At this moment, he vaguely heard the word "Dark King", as if he was talking about himself, and couldn't help but prick up his ears.

(End of chapter)

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