Chapter 123: The Hunt

The man at the front—Lauren—was of medium build, with well-developed muscles. Beneath his typically pale coloring, his skin was olive-toned, and his hair gleamed black.

The only woman, Victoria, looked somewhat more savage. Her disheveled hair trembled lightly in the breeze, and she carried herself distinctly like a feline, her eyes constantly surveying everyone in the area.

The second man, James, lingered behind them, drawing very little attention.

“Stop.” A calm voice suddenly rang out inside the carriage. Every gaze swiftly turned toward its source.

More than a dozen soldiers answered at once. In groups of five or six, they removed the canvas coverings from four of the carriages, revealing what lay inside.

“In the country where Iron Lord was born, almost everything is state-owned. Banks and major corporations are no exception,” Robin said.

Baatar was the archetypal Mongolian great khan—broad, powerfully built, and imposing. His name held a special meaning as well. In Mongolia, Baatar meant “hero.” Though it was bitterly cold outside, he still rolled up both sleeves.

One buyer had agreed to meet me. Unfortunately, however, he was not the mysterious fourth buyer, but the buyer for the third fairy, Jiersi—the chairman of the heavy industrial corporation that manufactured airships.

So Gu Tie said nothing. He merely stroked Hongbai’s head and cheeks, while Hongbai wagged its tail enthusiastically.

Lu Tianyu also held this heavily armored force in the highest regard. This was the army that supported the entire Bone Kingdom and kept the surrounding nations in awe. Whenever he watched the fighting power unleashed during the training of these fifty thousand heavily armored soldiers, Lu Tianyu felt delighted. After all, the entire Bone Kingdom belonged to him, and this elite army was naturally part of it.

In reality, most Kham men wore their hair long and tied it with red ribbons. Broad-shouldered, long-striding, and imposing in bearing, they left an even deeper impression.

Clinton waved his hand and argued, “Where we come from, we don’t call people ‘my lord.’ We call them ‘sir!’” His face was stubborn as he spoke.

Looking down from above, he once again spread his body into the shape of a starfish. At the same time, he circulated his vital essence, forming an almost tangible layer of force around his body, thin as a membrane. It continuously expanded and contracted, flowing both from within outward and from without inward, completing a stable cycle.

At first, Yi Yingying had wanted to go out, while Jiang Chunyi stopped her. In less than a minute, the situation had reversed: Jiang Chunyi wanted to go out, and Yi Yingying was holding him back.

To turn back the flow of time and make up for every regret—that was Princess Cranberry’s ability, something akin to a miracle.

Yun Bai had once thought that the tangled loves and hatreds of great families existed only on television. When such things truly happened around him, however, he felt neither curiosity nor the thrill of gossip, but only profound disgust.

“What a wonderful idea. Are you out of your mind?” Su Xiling ignored him and crouched down to examine her foot.

Hearing Su Mu’s reassurance, Liang Ziwei himself began to feel guilty, cold sweat pouring down his face. What influence could Su Mu possibly have in Fallen Leaf City? His identity as a young master was a fake.

At these words, Leng Yu was rendered speechless. He understood that although this fellow appeared powerful, he might not even be able to defeat a cultivator in the Profound Mystery Realm. Yet his ability to resist all manner of arts—vital essence, demonic power, divine techniques, and spells alike could not breach his body—and his power to devour primordial spirits and souls were formidable enough.

It had probably been a week since he had last come to see her. No wonder she had not seen him; she seemed to have grown considerably more haggard.

When Huang Yunyu heard Su Xiling speak, he halted, but he did not turn around. He continued to face away from her.

Ning Yuanyuan was thoroughly displeased. She had prepared a grand gift for Ji Guoan that day, but after the old master’s outburst, it was no longer appropriate even to mention it.

Although the widespread adoption of cavalry had led to further distinctions based on specific duties, there was no doubt that this still belonged to the category of light cavalry.

Looking at the two children, he seemed to see once more the childhood he had lost forever.