Chapter 1395: Chapter 1395
Princess Amelia was half-opening her little mouth; her lips were as tender as cherry blossoms. Unfortunately, the dribble of sparkling saliva coming out totally ruined the beauty.
She sneakily glanced around, saw that no adults were nearby, and stealthily followed them into a quiet alley.
Princess Amelia rushed in, and a moment later, the little princess came out, holding a bunch of candy figures, licking them as she walked. Behind her in the alley was a group of bullied and whimpering children.
No one in the small town noticed a beautifully carved little girl with white slender legs sitting on the top of the county official’s office, spending most of the day licking a dozen candy figures clean, before remembering she had to ask for directions.
"Hmm hmm hmm, my tongue is numb from all the licking."
Although everyone had grown up, the reunion of siblings still had that familiar formula and taste: Verna laughed heartily, opened her arms wide, and flung herself at her elder brother.
The heavy version ——Verna’s Collision, initiated!
Owen Bertram laughed and opened his arms to welcome his sister. At the moment when Verna was about to collide with him, he suddenly dodged using Breaking Void.
Standing behind Owen Bertram was Harrison. As the self-proclaimed loyal lapdog to Owen, he definitely wanted to welcome the sister with his master when she arrived.
They said the master suppressed the five founding dukes for his sister! The master must love his sister very much.
Owen Bertram dodged, and Harrison hurriedly stepped forward with a smiling face, "Miss, be careful, don’t fall——ugh!" Poor Harrison, the old general, bore the brunt of "Verna’s Collision," and spit out a mouthful of old blood!
Harrison sat on the ground with his buttocks, with stars before his eyes, and his mind buzzing. He couldn’t understand: I am a Seventh Realm Supreme, how could I have been knocked to the point of spitting blood by a little girl?!
Ava thought she was hugging her big brother. When she took a closer look and saw it was an old man, she jumped out disgustedly. Then she pursed her lips and pretended to cry: "Bad brother!"
"Hahaha!" The brother who liked to tease his sister laughed heartily, took his sister’s hand and walked away: "You’re finally here. Big brother has prepared a lot of delicious food for you."
As for Harrison...he wouldn’t be seriously injured. The damage caused by Verna’s Collision is quite peculiar. It looks like he’s spitting blood, but the injury isn’t severe. However, this mouthful of old blood...Once you are hit, it is inevitable, even if it is Owen Bertram.
This area is already the territory of the Demon Clan. Owen didn’t lie to his sister; he really collected many ingredients from the Demon Clan along the way. Seeing the mountain of food, Verna forgot all about the past events and got a pot and spoon ready: "Brother, you must be hungry. I’ll cook for you."
Lily and Shelia sneaked behind the Miss, "We just ate half a Shichen (1 hour) ago on the road."
"Shush——, stop talking, do you want to eat or not?"
"Of course we’re eating."
Both little girls stretched out their naughty claws to pinch the other’s waist, tickling each other into a mess. After following the Miss for a few years, Lily, who used to be a skinny girl, visibly gained weight. Even Shelia, who wouldn’t get fat no matter how much she ate, also had some extra flesh on her waist.
Owen Bertram slapped the shoulder of a youngster who kept staring at Lily, "Wipe your drool. Does your uncle know that you secretly followed us?"
Peter Liam jumped up as if his tail was stepped on: "I didn’t, I didn’t, you’re making things up! I, I’m here to challenge her at any time!"
"Challenge who? You’re addicted to getting beaten up, aren’t you?" Owen Bertram rolled his eyes.
Lily and Shelia were very alert, feeling that this kid too was just here to freeload. Initially, they didn’t have enough to share, and now he wanted to stick his chopsticks in too? Dream on!
Owen Bertram sighed secretly: young love, how nostalgic——then he realized that he was still a blank slate in this life, having never invited a charming girl to leave her mark on his life. How could he be nostalgic? He could only mourn for himself!
As for my previous life... it seems I was also a blank page. Owen Bertram felt a bit depressed.
This was the first time Verna was cooking with ingredients from the Demon Clan, and it seemed she was somewhat inexperienced. The smell from the big pot drifted far away, from the large camp all the way to the top of Customs city.
The on-duty Demon Clan troops today, numbering seventy to eighty atop the city, felt strangely weak upon catching this smell. They felt a strange tingling all over their bodies and just wanted to go to sleep.
The human soldiers in the big camp, on the other hand, were invigorated by the smell and yearned to suit up in their battle armor and partake in a drill to expend energy / relieve stress.
Harrison was indeed cunning. Peter Liam had followed them all the way from Summit Guard Post without getting even half a bowl, while Harrison, claiming to be seriously injured by the Miss’s Collision, shamelessly took a bowl for himself.
The Demon General in charge of Customs City was named Norman Charle, from one of the ten Golden Blood Clans. The origins and qualifications of the guardians were very important for such a military stronghold; someone like Larry Ford was definitely unqualified.
Norman Charle was also Tier-6, and with the Origin Resurgence, he had a high chance of advancing to Tier-7 in the next ten years. His future prospects were promising. If he were able to defend Customs City this time and retake the lost territories, reclaiming the Eight Cities of Swallow Nest, he would surely become a big shot in the Demon Court.
Thus, the three Tier-7 Monsters were all quite polite to him, and he could command these three as well.