[Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! There will be a typhoon in the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, so we may not be able to see the moon (◦`~´◦)]
"Is that all you want to say? Lamer, then hurry up, or do you want to stay and watch me make out with Ijeluka?" Baal patted the adjutant's back.
Baal smiled demonstratively at Lamer. Lamer shook his head and ended the communication. Ijeluka asked: "My lord, do you want me to let someone stare at that dark king?"
"No need, the bullshit co-owner of the wasteland, it sounds just majestic. Even if he has the guts to attack Mokdan, let him do it. I'm worried that I have nothing to do."
"In this case, the subordinates know."
Alan looked at himself in the mirror with satisfaction. The camouflage device provided by Gris changed the original color of his skin. Now Alan's skin in the mirror was dark, no different from that of a Barr. At the same time, there is an extra short horn on the front of the forehead. Except for the appearance that is biased toward humans, it looks like a real Barr. Although there are humans in Mokdan, but the number is rare, and they are still slaves. Before coming here, Gris suggested that he put on a little disguise, otherwise a human would show up in Mokdan ostentatiously. How would that be different from revealing his identity
"Trisley, what do you think?"
Allen walked out of the bedroom. In the living room of this hotel, Trisley was playing with her dagger in a chatterbox. Seeing Alan's current disguise, she nodded and said: "This is indeed much better, at least it is not so conspicuous."
"That's fine, let's go, and take a look at this fortress city."
Trisley looked at Belmode by the window: "Is he going too?"
"No, Belmode has another task." Allen said.
Belmode smiled and nodded, and said to Trisley: "The safety of the adults is entrusted to you."
"Don't make me sound weak," Allen objected.
Belmode shrugged and went straight out of the window, disappearing immediately. Tracey took Alan's arm and said with a smile: "Great, then there will only be you and me left in the next time."
Looking at her slightly malicious smile, Allen suddenly felt that it would be a good idea to ask Belmode to inquire about the hidden chess piece in this city first.
Hardly a good idea.
Trisley ignored Alan's thoughts, and pulled him out of the hotel and onto the street of Mokdan.
True to its name as the Gateway to the South, this city is filled with grand architecture and majestic sculpture. The streets are even more crowded with people, land vehicles of various styles are constantly coming and going, and there are even airships landing and descending in the sky. Even though it was night, the streets were brightly lit, creating a bustling scene of Mokdan.
It's hard to imagine that a border city in the Phantom Kingdom has such a scale, so how magnificent should the magic ring city, the imperial capital of the Phantom Kingdom be? Allen thought to himself, I am afraid that only the Golden City of Ida Huaxing can compare with it? As for the Babylon of the Federation, I am afraid it is even worse.
"Are all the cities in the Shadow Empire so lively?" Allen asked, unless he came there in person, otherwise it would be hard to imagine that there would be such a bustling and lively city on Agares. Except for the differences in the city's residents and architectural styles, Allen almost thought he was back on Babylon.
"How is it possible." Trisley held Allen's hand and said, "The Shadow Kingdom and Duobia have been fighting for many years, and the wars are mostly concentrated in the eastern area close to the land bridge. The towns in the south are rarely affected by the war, so they can appear. A bustling city like Mokdan. If you go to the eastern region, even if it is a well-known city, it is far from the prosperity of Mokdan. Those places may have just been rebuilt today, and tomorrow they will be bombarded by Dobia A bombardment. Over the years, most of the buildings are practical, so there is no such luxury as Mokdan, and such sculptures can be seen everywhere."
. At this time, Trisley looked at the black stone sculpture in the center of a small square in front of her, with a dazed expression, as if recalling some memories.
"You know a lot." Alan saw that her expression was different, and said casually: "I heard you talk about your home last time. Could it be that your home is in the east?"
There was a trace of panic on Tracey's face, she forced a smile and said: "I'm just talking nonsense, there is no home for a person like me. But I have indeed been to many places in the Phantom Kingdom, after all, I am giving Aize Before Si worked, I was a killer. But because of this, I can’t stay in the Shadow Kingdom any longer. Otherwise, who would want to go all the way to the wasteland.”
Alan knew that she didn't want to mention some things, so she stopped pestering her. As for the reason why Tracey went to the wasteland, probably everyone in the wasteland
Much the same.
"It looks good here, let's go, I'll buy you a drink."
It turned out that the two had already strolled to a bar. The bar was quite large, with three floors inside and outside, and a terrace above it. The sign of the bar is a pattern of flames and beasts, the business is booming, and the loud music with Mokdan's characteristics spread from the bar to the street. There are five or six scantily clad women at the entrance of the bar, attracting passing guests. Among humans, Alan is considered young and handsome. But on Agares, Baal women seem to look at men more and pay more attention to 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 a little coldly.
It was almost impossible to move an inch in the bar, Trisli simply released a trace of murderous aura, frightening the people who were squeezing in front of them to get out of the way. Mokdan is no better than those cities in the east that are often baptized by artillery fire, but there are many battles in this fortress city every day. Over time, even ordinary people living in this city have gained some insight. Several men who originally wanted to make fun of Trisley, felt her intentional murderous aura, and they all moved out of the way knowingly.
After all, although Trisili is beautiful, it is obvious that her life is more important than a woman.
After finally finding a seat in a remote corner of the bar, the two of them sat down. Trisley gestured to Allen and said loudly, "I'll get the wine." The bar was so loud that you couldn't hear it without shouting. Allen nodded, watching Trisley leave, and he observed the people around him with interest. In the past, people in Baal 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 have a nature of pleasure, otherwise there would not be a place like a bar in Mokdanli.
It's just that the genes of the Baal people make them full of aggression. These lives, which can be regarded as descendants of Alice, are pushed to the level of opposition to alliances such as Idahua and the Earth Federation because of their special genes.
Allen laughed at himself, thinking that he is not a scholar, and it is better to leave it to others to have a headache about any opposition and historical roots. At this moment, he vaguely heard the word "King of Darkness", as if he was talking about himself, so he couldn't help pricking up his ears.
(end of this chapter)