Han Wanghuo didn't wait too long, that is, five or six minutes later, a woman walked into this small shop selling moonshine.
Yan Miao raised his right hand and gestured:
"This way."
Han Wanghuo followed and saw the appearance of the visitor.
She is very young, she looks about twenty years old, she is relatively short, should be less than 1.6 meters, her facial features are not beautiful, nor ugly, and she has the unique softness of gray people.
At first glance, Han Wanghe noticed that the woman's complexion was not very good, and her body was slender and thin, giving people the feeling that the disease was not healthy enough.
She had short hair, tanned wheatish skin, and was wearing a black short-sleeved T-shirt, blue denim trousers over her legs, and brown toe shoes.
This set is obviously from the ruins of old world cities, there are no patches or cracks, but it is very old.
The visitor walked to Yan Miao's side, opposite Han Wanghuo, and sat down slowly.
From the way she walked, Han Wanghuo couldn't tell that she was terminally ill.
At the same time, he also found that the woman's waist was bulging, and there should be a pistol hidden.
"Introduction." Yan Miao said with a smile, "Zeng Duo, a voluntary organ 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:
"Old Han, he only gave his surname and didn't say his first name, so I'm also embarrassed, so I can only call him that.
"Everyone is a gray man, so don't be too cautious."
"Hello." Zeng Duo nodded to Han Wangsuo.
Han Wang was returned with the same action:
"Hello."
"Do you want something to drink? The moonshine here is very good. The owner used to be the winemaker of a noble manor." Yan Miao was lively, as if he was really arranging a blind date, "Haha, of course it's not my treat. Do I seem like such a generous person?"
"Forget it." Zeng Duo paused and said, "I don't drink."
"I'll ask." Han Wanghuo thought that the girl across from him wouldn't be able to live for long, and felt a little pity for each other for a while.
Anyway, he has been a sheriff in the smuggling node of Hongshiji for so long, and he has also saved a lot of materials, so he is relatively comfortable.
Zeng Duo shook his head again:
"I hate it when I don't drink.
"It's such a waste of food, and many people are starving in the dust."
Yan Miao sighed:
"Why? These grains can't reach them, so it's better to soothe our stomachs.
"You're saving money for Lao Han."
He ended the topic with regret and said to Han Wangshou:
"Zeng Duo is willing to donate her heart to you, but she needs a lot of money."
Zeng Duo nodded beside him, indicating that there was nothing wrong with what Yan Miao said.
She thought for a moment and added:
"If you are worried, afraid that I will not fulfill the contract and run away secretly, then from now on, I will follow you and be under your watch."
Han Wanghuo's messy and fierce eyebrows moved:
"Aren't you afraid that I will find a chance to knock you out and take you to the clinic? You don't even need to pay for it."
"Ha, you are such a good person, you even reminded her." Yan Miao laughed and shook her head, looking like she hated iron.
Zeng Duo replied calmly:
"I still have enough self-protection ability."
Han Wanghuo took a breath, slowly exhaled it, looked into her eyes and said:
"Tell me, what's the request?"
Zeng Duo replied calmly:
"Save a town."
…
The highest arena, in the noble box.
Seeing General Fucas leading a group of people in, Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, and Long Yuehong just glanced at each other, and then withdrew their gazes, lest they attract the attention of the other party and be seen.
Phocas didn't care about them either, just swept around casually, entered his booth, and sat down.
Shang Jianyao looked over there and said regretfully:
"Dukas didn't come."
He was referring to the muscle-obsessed city defense major.
"Cassier didn't come either." Jiang Baimian nodded. "They are officers of the city defense army, not Phokas' personal bodyguards, so they can't follow at any time."
Long Yuehong originally wanted to ask Shang Jianyao why he regretted that Dukas didn't come, but thinking of his identity as a servant, he forcibly closed his mouth.
Fortunately, Jiang Baimian "helped" him to ask:
"Why, do you want to use the appearance you are now to wrestle with him?"
Shang Jianyao turned his attention to the arena below and shook his head seriously:
"No, I'm trying to make him and now you wrestle one more time.
"If he doesn't recognize you, he will feel that he has lost to women twice in a row, and he will definitely be hit hard. He will no longer be superstitious about muscles and look down on women with less exaggerated muscles."
"You are so kind..." Jiang Baimian didn't know whether this was a good or bad thing for Dukas.
Then, she nodded invisibly, and said to herself in her heart:
"In the absence of Dukas and Cassirer, General Phocas is still surrounded by guards and no bodyguards... This shows that he is very confident in his own strength..."
While they were talking, another nobleman entered the box with servants and bodyguards one after another.
About ten minutes later, Long Yue's red eyes lit up and saw one of the two major goals of this initial city trip:
Ole's grandson Marcus!
He doesn't look too much like his cousin Avia, with yellowish hair rather than gold, light blue eyes, a pointed nose, thick lips, a slightly laterally developed face, and a very ordinary overall image, only about 1.85 meters tall. Can get it.
While walking, Marcus always had a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes. When he didn't look at anyone, he even looked gloomy.
"It seems that his 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 the descendants of Aure, although Marcus and Avia received a lot of preferential treatment and strict protection, they were also vigilant and could neither enter the army nor become elders. Without a voice, it's like a pet that was kept in captivity.
Anyone who is a little ambitious and wants to achieve something, such an environment is very depressing.
Shang Jianyao immediately proposed:
"He should be given Old World entertainment material."
"Not everyone will be addicted to this, and 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 powerhouse who secretly protected the descendant of Ole.
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 familiar with the face.
Marcus nodded politely in return, as if facing other nobles.
He was not surprised by the unfamiliarity of Shang Jianyao. After all, after two or three generations of reproduction, coupled with the continuous flow of military aristocrats, the number of people in the upper class of the "prime city" is not large at all, unless they usually mix in a circle, or two sides The parents were prominent and had a high status, and it was normal for the noble children to have a relationship with each other.
This is not to mention the existence of a large number of illegitimate children.
Of course, once the family tree is reported, they will still know whose child it is.
After he stopped looking at Marcus, Jiang Baimian glanced at the four bodyguards he was carrying without a trace.
They were tall and sturdy, wearing black suits and wearing sunglasses on the bridge of their noses, making it impossible to tell where they were looking.
This is too professional, making Jiang Baimian suspect that there are no awakened, deformed or transformed people among them, just ordinary bodyguards used to show that everything is normal.
As for the powerhouse in the dark, she has not found a trace for the time being.
Not long after Marcus took his seat, the gates on both sides of the arena opened, revealing the situation behind the iron fence.
On the right hand side of the noble box is today's gladiator. He is usually kept in a room behind the iron fence and exists only for competition.
He is a Honghe native, nearly 1.9 meters tall, with short blond hair, wearing leather armor, holding 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 bushy beard on his face, and there was obvious anger and frustration in his eyes.
According to the pre-match publicity materials, Jiang Baimian knew that he was originally a citizen, brave in battle, and had a bright future. Unfortunately, in one operation, he violated the orders of the noble officers, causing losses to the team, and was arrested and sentenced to become a slave.
After that, he took the initiative to apply to be a gladiator, wanting to use his life to gain freedom.
This time, his opponent was an aberrant creature.
Even if he just looked at it from a distance, Long Yuehong felt the powerful pressure of the creature.
This is a black tiger that is a circle bigger than its peers. It has two heads growing on its neck, and at the same time it makes a low roar like a menace.
Bang, bang, bang!
Most of the audience in the arena slapped the specially-made armrests, creating a drum-like movement.
The atmosphere immediately became lively.
Jiang Baimian noticed that Marcus was also slapping, and he acted very frantically, as if he was immersed in it.
At this moment, a nobleman raised his cup and took a sip.
Suddenly, he choked and coughed again and again.
This was not a big deal at first, but the nobleman couldn't stop when he coughed. His face quickly flushed, his body bent, and he fell to the ground.