pertwk Chapter 92 Auntie is afraid you won't be able to handle it!
Chapter 92 Auntie is afraid you won't be able to handle it!
Chapter 92 Auntie is afraid you won't be able to handle it!
Several miles from the lake, Amber and Chu Sheng emerged from the shadow of a tall shrub.
Amber's hand naturally wrapped around Chu Sheng's waist. She seemed to thoroughly enjoy this physical contact, pressing her body against Chu Sheng without reservation even while traveling.
Chu Sheng's steps were still somewhat unsteady.
Anyone who had experienced a near-death experience within an hour, followed by being carefully cared for in such a gentle and almost shameless way by the most noble and beautiful elf queen on the continent, would probably not recover so easily.
Still savoring the memory?
Amber turned her head slightly, finding his expression somewhat amusing.
"Your Majesty—" Chu Sheng pulled his gaze away from the deep, snow-white canyon, "Let me recall it again, I want to keep it in my mind as material."
Amber raised an eyebrow: "Why do you need to keep it in your head? If you want it, I'll help you again next time."
Chu Sheng blushed and decisively chose to shut up.
"Let's go back to the inn." Ambermind regained her queenly composure. "We've been delayed for too long; Arthur must be getting impatient."
She did not use the power of the sacred tree to travel any further, and the two of them walked quickly towards the imperial post station under the moonlight.
Not long after they left the lake.
Above the lake, the air suddenly emitted a strange, distorting sound.
A few breaths later, a tall figure appeared out of thin air, dozens of meters above the lake.
That's a woman.
She wore a form-fitting black leather armor that completely covered her exaggerated chest, slender waist, and plump, muscular legs.
A head of fiery red hair danced wildly in the night wind, like a burning battle flag.
She held a long, jet-black spear in one hand, hovering silently in mid-air.
The woman's deep red eyes gazed calmly down at the dark lake below.
She sniffed the air slightly, as if trying to catch any lingering scents.
"A scoundrel."
She parted her red lips slightly and slowly raised her right hand, which was holding the spear.
She casually stretched her arms back, the taut muscle lines bulging slightly beneath her leather armor, creating a wild and deadly beauty.
She casually tossed the black spear into the lake.
The moment the spear left his hand, there wasn't even a sound of it cutting through the air; it was eerily quiet.
Because it broke the sound barrier so fast, the sound was left far behind. In the microsecond that the spear touched the water, hundreds of thousands of tons of water in the entire lake were instantly evaporated into nothingness under the pure physical impact!
"laugh-
—"
White steam shot into the sky like a volcanic eruption, reaching straight into the clouds!
Immediately afterwards, a devastating shockwave erupted in all directions from the point where the spear had landed!
"boom-!!!!!"
The earth wailed, and the sky trembled.
The hard, black rock at the bottom of the lake was crushed into dust. The shockwave, carrying temperatures of over a thousand degrees and countless fragments of rock, transformed into a massive, ring-shaped wave tens of meters high, sweeping wildly across the surrounding wilderness.
The reeds on the bank were reduced to ashes, and the surface of the land within a radius of several miles was scraped away, exposing the hard rock layer underneath.
The flat terrain of the wasteland was altered by this attack.
When the deafening roar finally subsided, and the dust and steam that had blotted out the sun gradually dissipated, the moonlight once again illuminated the land.
The once tranquil lake has disappeared.
Instead, a massive impact crater with a diameter of over a kilometer and a depth of over a hundred meters was formed.
The rocks at the bottom of the pit are glassy and smooth as a mirror, with wisps of white smoke and dark red lava rising from their surfaces, casting a dark red glow on the surrounding night sky.
The woman remained suspended high in the air, staring expressionlessly at the giant crater below.
The black spear had somehow returned to her hand. She casually twirled it, and the shaft was securely slung over her back.
"Selling in Seoul under a price tag."
She shook her head slightly, seemingly somewhat bored and disappointed.
The woman raised her head, the night wind ruffling her fiery red hair. Her gaze pierced the distant wilderness, fixed on the direction of the imperial post station.
"Bon Voyage."
Before she finished speaking, her figure twisted in the night sky and vanished without a trace, just as she had come.
Imperial Post Station.
As the deafening roar came from afar, Arthur gripped the holy sword tightly and pushed open the window of the second-floor corridor.
A strong wind swept in, carrying sand and dust.
She saw the enormous mushroom cloud rising into the sky in the distance, and the light that dyed half the night sky dark red.
"What kind of power is that?!" Arthur's hand gripping the sword hilt trembled slightly.
If that attack had landed on the post station, all life within a radius of several miles would have been reduced to ashes!
Just then, footsteps came from the stairs.
Chu Sheng and An Bomei walked up side by side.
Chu Sheng's hair was still a little damp, and her collar was slightly open, revealing her slender collarbone, which looked somewhat messy and delicate.
Wait, what does "delicate" mean?
Amber Heard regained her dignified and graceful queenly demeanor, her steps light and her platinum gown spotless.
However, her lips were redder than usual, and there was an undeniable hint of spring in her eyes and brows.
"Arthur!" Chu Sheng rushed over as soon as he saw Arthur standing in the corridor. "What was that commotion just now? Was it an earthquake? Or a volcano erupting?"
Arthur turned his head, the light falling on Chu Sheng's slightly open collar, and then glanced at Amber standing behind him, who looked calm and composed.
"Veronica," Arthur said in a deep voice, "Silverleaf and Ella just saw a red-haired woman at the tavern. And the direction of the explosion was right over the lake you went to."
Chu Sheng opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.
After a long pause, he finally asked, bewildered, "What's she doing, frying fish?"
"They probably went to clean up the trash."
Amber walked to Chu Sheng's side and looked out the window at the night sky, where the dark red halo was still shimmering.
"Since she took action, it means that the thing at the bottom of the lake really offended her."
Chu Sheng fell silent. He touched his chest, originally thinking that by advancing to the first level, he could be considered a superhuman with some ability to protect himself in this world.
But compared to the earth-shattering commotion just now—
Sigh, the waters of "The Hero" are too deep; your Aunt Veronica is afraid you won't be able to handle it!
"Pack your things," Arthur decisively ordered, interrupting Chu Sheng's musings. "We'll leave at daybreak. Regardless of whether that woman is Veronica or not, this area is no longer safe."
The first rays of morning sunlight fell on the imperial post road.
The carriage resumed its journey on the wide dirt road. After a night of thrills and danger, the atmosphere inside the carriage was somewhat somber.
Silver Leaf was dozing off in the corner; Ella had clearly exhausted her last night. Ella, on the other hand, was carefree; after eating her fill, she was lying on Chu Sheng's lap, drooling, her tail twitching every now and then.
Amber closed her eyes to rest, leaning gracefully against the car, holding Chu Sheng's hand and gently stroking his fingers.
Chu Sheng sat by the window in the carriage, watching the pastures and scattered farmhouses recede into the distance, feeling the gentle breeze.
"Arthur," he poked his head out, trying to break the silence, "where are we going next?"
Arthur glanced back at him, his hand trembling slightly as he held the reins.
The morning breeze ruffled her platinum blonde hair, making her strikingly handsome face even more radiant.
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"White Wing City".
Arthur's voice carried a complex emotion: "We are going to visit the lord of Pegasus Territory, who is also one of the most powerful and wealthy nobles in the northern part of the empire—"
"Mrs. Mira".
"Mrs. Mira?" Chu Sheng's interest was immediately piqued. "She sounds like a wealthy widow. What are we going to do with her? Ask for sponsorship? Or are we going to beg for her money?"
"We need supplies. The establishment of the Sacred Tree Free Trade Market requires a huge amount of capital and resources to operate, and Pegasus Territory is the best partner."
Arthur glared at him, but his expression suddenly became strange, and he hesitated to speak.
"Chu Sheng, I'm warning you, once you get to White Wing City, you'd better stop your troublemaking ways."
"It's a lie! She's spreading rumors about me!" Chu Sheng cried, throwing himself into Amber's arms and snuggling into her soft, great embrace. "I've always been an honest and upright person."
Amber smiled indulgently and patted his head.
Arthur paused for a moment, seemingly choosing his words carefully, and the ahoge on his head curled awkwardly: "Lady Mira—is very rich and powerful. But she has a very peculiar little quirk that is known throughout the entire imperial aristocratic circle."
"What kind of quirks?"
Arthur stared at Chu Sheng's face, gritting his teeth as he added, "She's not a widow, she's never married, and she has no scandals. But she has an extreme, very extreme, peculiar—morbid fondness for young boys who are handsome, physically weak, but are already married."
"She spared no expense in this endeavor, issuing bounties throughout the empire, but she has yet to find him."
"Isn't that me?"
Chu Sheng felt a chill run down his spine, sensing something was wrong: "How old is she? What does she look like? What's her figure like?"