I, Viego, conquer Terra!

However, strictly speaking, Gwen was born from the love between Isolder and the Ruined King. She already had consciousness when she was a doll, and Isolder could barely be considered half her mother.

Viego, who inherited the body of the Ruined King...

Should he also be considered as her half father?

Viego diffused his thoughts subtly and took Gwen back to the car.

The space inside the SUV was very spacious. Even the 1.70-meter-tall Shining didn't feel cramped sitting in the back seat. The three girls were of a body shape that didn't take up much space, so Viego asked Gwen to sit in the back seat.

——Having Shining and Liz with her, talking and chatting, would definitely make Gwen feel better.

"Dinner will be later, so let's take Gwen to buy two pieces of clothes first...is that ok?" Viego asked Shining and Liz in the back seat while starting the engine.

Of course, both women expressed no objection.

In the back seat, Shining's gaze lingered on Gwen for a moment without asking too many questions - but Gwen could still see the worry in her eyes.

Gwen's current condition was obviously not right, and Shining was worried about touching upon her bad memories, so he didn't ask any further questions.

Liz didn't have so many ideas.

During last night's interactions, the Sarkaz girl, who was equally pure and clear-minded, was already able to regard this lively, polite and likable girl as a "friend".

She gently held Gwen's hand - Liz remembered that when she was first rescued and still suffering from the residual pain of the neurological drugs, Shining did this, treating her while holding her hand to comfort her.

So now, Liz also wants to comfort Gwen who is in a bad mood in the same way.

She held the blue-haired girl's hand, leaned close to her ear, and whispered:

"...Don't be sad, Lord Viego is here."

Shining always called Viego "Lord Viego", so Liz started to call him that too.

Gwen's gaze fell on the back of the white-haired man sitting in the driver's seat in front of her, then she looked at Liz and smiled slightly.

"Well, thank you, Liz. I'm feeling much better now."

Liz blinked, looked down at Gwen's slender legs wrapped in smooth black stockings, and whispered:

"...Letting Lord Viego sleep on your lap will make you happy."

Liz remembered clearly that every time Lord Viego slept on Shining's legs, Shining would become very happy.

Well... yesterday Shining was also wearing black stockings, and when she let Lord Viego sleep on her legs, she seemed happier than usual.

Lord Viego will also be happy.

Even though she didn't understand why, Liz still had the cognition that Lord Viego liked "stockings" and she would be happy when Lord Viego slept on her legs.

I just don't know why, Lord Viego always says that he doesn't like it.

But he obviously likes it very much.

Liz actually wanted to try it, but she just didn't say it out loud.

So when facing Gwen, a friend who didn't seem so happy, the simple and clear-minded Liz generously shared this "secret to making people happy" with her.

only......

Whether it is Viego or Shining in the car, both of them are powerful and have sharp five senses.

Their hearing is very sharp. In the enclosed space of the SUV, even if Lizzie was just whispering to Gwen at a "whispering" volume, Shining and Viego still heard it clearly.

Viego's hand trembled and the front of the SUV tilted slightly. Fortunately, there were not many cars on this road, otherwise there might be a collision.

Shining pursed her lips, glanced at Viego in front of her, looked out the car window with a slightly red face, pretending that she didn't hear it.

Under the inhumane experiments of the pardoners and the injection of neurological drugs, Liz's memory was greatly damaged, so it was normal for her to be as innocent as a child, and Viego did not think there was anything wrong with it.

only......

Viego listened to Gwen's simple but convincing answer of "Ah... So that's how it is..." in the back seat, and his hands holding the steering wheel trembled slightly.

It’s over.

My glorious old father figure.

Hasn't started building yet.

There are already cracks.

No matter how newborn Viego was, he wouldn't let innocent girls like Liz and Gwen rest their laps on him, not to mention that he was not a newborn.

——Even when he accepted Shining’s lap pillow, it was only after Shining’s “repeated invitations” that he accepted it “reluctantly”!

Although I feel it is really comfortable after trying it...

But that was mainly because Shining's Originium technique could help him relax. The knee pillow, thighs, and black stockings were not the main reasons!!

"Cough..." Viego coughed lightly and parked the SUV in front of the clothing store in time to prevent Liz and Gwen from discussing any "adult topics" again.

"Here, get out of the car."

Chapter 91: Miss Gwen with a Blushing Face [Two in One]

Isolde walked on the streets of Scar Mall with a gloomy expression.

She thought that Gwen's previous words and actions were just out of anger. As long as Isolde didn't give in first, Gwen, who had nowhere to go, would naturally come back obediently and admit defeat to her.

But she was wrong.

After Gwen left, she didn't come back all day.

Gwen was not going to come back—Isolde had a vague feeling that this was the case.

Such a loss made her a little angry.

But she still didn't think it was her fault.

If Gwen had been more obedient, she wouldn't have been so angry.

If Gwen was more capable and could bring the mercenary team back successfully, she wouldn't be so disappointed in her.

Isolde sneered inwardly.

Now that you've left, it's best if you never come back...

She doesn't need a Gwen who is disobedient and will only disobey her.

Isolde looked at the inn named "Gordon" in front of her and walked in.

This hotel is quite large and even employs waiters to provide reception in the lobby on the first floor. When Isolde came in, a waiter immediately came to greet her.

“Is the guest dining or staying?”

"Looking for someone." Isolde said with a gentle expression: "I heard that the 'Mudstone Squad' is living here now."

The Mudstone Squad was indeed somewhat famous among the mercenaries, and the location of their inn was no secret. After entering the city, Isold asked around and found the hotel where the Mudstone Squad was staying.

Gwen said this team of mercenaries was unwilling to participate in the war?

But Isolde did not believe it.

What's the point of being unwilling? It's just that Gwen's negotiation skills are not good enough and she didn't give the other party enough what they wanted.

The waiter looked at Isolde, then led her to the public rest area nearby as if nothing had happened, and his attitude became cold.

"Team Mudstone is out. If you want to look for them, just wait here for them to come back. Also, don't touch anything else. The snacks on the table will be charged, and you will have to pay for anything you break."

After saying that, the waiter turned and left.

Isolde frowned slightly, said nothing, and just sat down, waiting for the Mudstone Team to return.

She waited for a long time, but still did not see the Mudstone Team.

Isolde couldn't help but stand up and find a waiter. "Does the Mudstone Squad really live here?"

"If you don't believe me, just leave. Why are you asking so many questions?" The waiter walked past Isolde impatiently. "Don't block my way. I still have work to do."

Isolde's expression froze slightly, and he heard the waiter muttering quietly - "Sitting there for several hours, he couldn't even afford to spend money on a meal... He's such a poor bastard."

Isolde's chest rose and fell slightly.

When had she ever been wronged like this?

Something that looks down on people...!

But at this moment, a tall figure in heavy armor happened to walk into the inn.

Isolde had asked about the appearance of the captain of the Mudstone Squad, so he knew that was the person he was waiting for. He immediately went to meet him, and his words were filled with resentment:

"Captain Mudstone really made me wait so long... If I want to issue a commission to you, do I have to wait a few more hours?"

"......" The Sarkaz in gray-white armor looked down at her, silent for a moment, and just asked: "Sorry, what commission do you want to issue?"

"Let's talk here?" Isolde frowned and looked around.

"......" Mudstone turned and walked out of the hotel. "Then, let's talk in my car."

Mudstone had encountered such clients before. Most of them were messengers under the command of the Sarkaz nobles. They had a lot of work to do but the pay was low, and most of the commissions they issued were war commissions.

Although it may not be nice to say this, Mudstone has never been very fond of this type of client.

——The Mudstone Squad does not accept war commissions, but if they are rejected, these "self-righteous" and "arrogant" clients will inevitably make harsh remarks indignantly, or feel insulted, and many people will bear a grudge against the Mudstone Squad.

The appearance of this type of client often means trouble.

Mudstone sighed secretly in his heart.

It seems that my guess yesterday was correct.

Got to leave here as soon as possible...

Isolde followed Mudstone into the off-road vehicle. The space inside the vehicle was enclosed and private, and it could be considered a temporary place for secret talks.

"Please speak." Mudstone looked at the blonde woman in front of him.

"I want your team to help me kill a man. You can choose the reward." Isolde said. "I can afford it."

"......" Mudstone sighed inwardly, as expected, and after a moment of silence, he shook his head at Isolde. "Sorry, Mudstone Squad does not accept such commissions. Please go find other mercenaries."

"You don't have to worry about the compensation..."

"No." Mudstone raised his hand to interrupt Isolde and repeated, "Team Mudstone does not accept this commission."

Isolde's expression was slightly cold: "Give me a reason? Are you worried that the risk is too high? Do you think I can't afford the price? Or do you have other commissions?"

"Neither." A dull electronic voice came from under the armor, calm and firm: "It's just that the Mudstone Squad does not accept any war and assassination commissions."

"What a ridiculous reason..." Isolde stared at the mudstone and suddenly smiled smugly. "But you have a reason to accept it."

"...Speaking."

"This person is the one that Tracys wants to deal with. You have already received a sign from the Kazdel Royal Court." Isolde said in a condescending tone:

"——You have no right to refuse. If you dare to refuse, then your end will only be destruction."

But in fact, Teresis did not give Isolde such power.

He simply said he would send troops to aid Isolder.

——However...this does not prevent Isolde from using him as a banner.

As long as he could use the reputation of the Sarkaz King, the mercenary who had repeatedly rejected him would be terrified and immediately submit to him, Isolde thought.

The mudstone in the armor frowned slightly.

It was almost the same as what Miss Gwen said, except that the man in front of him did not hesitate to use the royal court to put pressure on him, as if he had to get involved...

why?

It’s just a small mercenary team. Scar Mall has no shortage of mercenaries. Why would it choose to stick to her Mudstone Team?

It's really an unexpected disaster.

Mudstone was silent for a moment, staring at Isolde. "We will not participate in war—even the war of Teresis."

The Sarkaz in power armor clenched the hammer handle beside him: "Please leave, otherwise, I can't guarantee whether I will use force or not."

The smile on Isolde's face suddenly froze.

"How dare you...? How dare you refuse an order from the royal court?"