Chapter 504 (2/2)

Hao Ren could not help but roll his eyes on Ophra’s play-old tone of voice. Then he looked at Vivian who was beside him, thinking there was no one who was more qualified than Vivian saying like that: after all, among those in the car, no one was as old as Vivian…

Vivian looked back at Hao Ren, baring her teeth. “Why’re you staring at me like that? I am still young, all right!”

The carriage drove past the high wall of the palace. Nangong Sanba looked out at the magnificent and exotic architecture outside. The majestic, magic-powered royal palace was the first kind he had ever seen in his entire life; it was something that could be seen only in places where imperial power was dorminant. It was extravagant as much as it was mind-blowing. He turned her head back in and solemnly nodded to Hao Ren, “I’ve decided. I will join your company no matter what. This is too f**king interesting.”

Hao Ren lay his back on a soft chair squinting. “You said like as if you have a choice.”

Nangong Wuyue twitched her mouth and said, “You’ll find it not that interesting when you come with us to the battles.”

Finally, under the protection and supervision of a group of valets, the group of country bumpkins—at least Becky and Nangong Sanba seemed to be so all the while—entered the palace, passed through a long corridor, into a magnificent long hall where they were traversing under the watchful ‘eyes’ of the sculptures of the previous kings and historical figures for a long while.

As Ophra said, this was a little secret meeting. It was not luxurious, but its significance was unprecedented.

In the meeting room, several elderly men and women with serious faces were sitting at a long table. Their identities were not known. Five to six officers who were qualified for this secret meeting had arrived in the palace in time. The rest were either not qualified or too far away.

Each time Hao Ren and his men came, they appeared out of nowhere. These foreigners who used to appear without notice had bewildered the king and his officers: they were used to follow strict rules in everything, including meeting with foreign envoys and domestic lords. Obviously, this group of people from the outside world did not follow the international law and customary practice. With such a short notice, that was the best preparation they could do.

As the guests showed up, the VIPs at the table got to their feet and nodded intently. Ophra introduced them out one by one. “His Majesty, Mhoren, the King of Holletta, is currently one of the most intelligent kings in the world; the pope of Disciples of Glory, the highest representative of the authority of God, is one of the most reputable persons in the entire world; Prince Hoffman, who is responsible for assessing the influence of the First Born and what to do if an unexpected disaster occurs; the red-robe Cardinal Orben was one who stationed men guarding the entrance of the other two sacred caves. The last two First Borns are under his supervision.”

Then Ophra proceed to introduce the other people. But Hao Ren didn’t think he needed to remember everyone of them: he was not here to socialize.

He only remembered the characteristics of several important figures: King Mhoren, who was an old man with a white hair and a little hunchback, seemed to very good in temperament, if it were not for the robe it wore it would be difficult to associate him as the king. The Pope was a alert old man with white hair, wearing an expensive purple and gold robe, his face deadpan, and often fell into a contemplative look. Prince Hoffman was a middle-aged man, slight chubby, and a little bald. The red bishop was a bald middle-aged man, he was the most recognisable figure because of his scriptural and religious symbol tattoo which had even spread up on his face which made the red bishop look a bit frightening. His serious attitude was accompanied by an unapproachable vibe. He was sizing up Hao Ren and his entourage since the moment they entered the door.

Vivian and Hao Ren shared the same attitude here; they were indifferent. Vivian had seen more great and smarter people whom she had chatted up and then kicked them down in the moat.

But Becky was very nervous as she bowed to everyone at the scene. The girl had butterflies in her stomach. Most of the people standing in front of her were the figures she had heard since she was young. Before this, she had only heard about their names when she was bragging with people in taverns. But now these great people were standing right in front of her, nodding and smiling at her. The poor mercenary girl had cold sweat trickling down her back as she pinched herself at the back. “Am I dreaming? Hmmm, I don’t feel pain. It’s a dream.”

Lily scolded her and said, “Why are you pinching my tail?”

Vivian facepalmed and sighed. “I knew it would be like this.”