The Disqualified Young Master Will Not Bow to the Villainous Female Lead

She has always been this kind of person, with lofty ambitions, and will not compromise with anyone. At the same time, she firmly believes that no challenge will overwhelm her.

The embarrassing and ugly appearance just now was only limited to Faro.

So, Angelina glared back unyieldingly.

Her elegant and calm emerald green eyes could not conceal her indomitable spirit and stubbornness.

No one would have expected that this contest between women would come so suddenly.

Before they knew it, the other two men also realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

"Don't just look at it, come on, eat, Anjie, come on, look, isn't this your favorite Arenal Marlin?"

Elliot quickly sat back down next to his sister and greeted her warmly, trying to break the provocative stare-gaze between the two.

"Claire, I ordered Afro's new product just for you. Stop looking at it and let's eat first."

At the same time, Faro had to give in to her a little and act a little coquettishly.

Finally, the two of them managed to persuade Angelina and Claire to calm down.

Apart from the eye contact, there was no other verbal conflict.

The two grown men breathed a sigh of relief.

They all picked up food for the one who was at home.

The meal lasted until the evening.

When he came out, the clouds in the sky had been burned out, taking on a dark color.

"The Fire-Eating Cat Operator Team should now be performing security duties on a ship in nearby Lant Harbor."

"My operator is actually not far from here, do you want to come and see?"

Elliot said suddenly.

Of course, Farlow would not miss this opportunity.

I agreed immediately.

at the same time.

They were a few hundred meters from Rand Harbour.

A tall figure in a thick cloak walked on the dock.

The cloak covered the whole body, so it was impossible to tell who the person was or who the woman was. Even her face was blurry.

Not only that, Marcus also used low-level cognitive shielding on himself.

Let the people around you reduce their impression and perception of you to a certain extent.

In the past day, he killed a squad of Outlander hunters that came to hunt him.

The Arcane Ring must have noticed his change and will definitely not let him go.

I am undoubtedly now in a wanted state.

Marcus stretched out his hand, which was wrapped in thick white cloth and wearing leather gloves.

He took out two Lumeng silver shields from his pocket and handed them to the sailor selling tickets.

The total value is about 130 riels.

Although the world's current monetary system has been influenced by Emperor Kavia's monetary reform, many countries have adopted the Kavia Empire's real banknotes.

Because it has the strongest purchasing power, the best credibility, and is more convenient to carry.

However, in the Lumonlaka Islands, under the rule of the Council of the Ring of Offa, it seems that it is somewhat lagging behind international developments.

The habit of using traditional currency has been retained.

——Damn it, I should have exchanged all these gold and silver coins for Leir’s before leaving!

Markus was filled with heavy gold and silver shields all over his body, which made him very inconvenient.

He had just bought a boat ticket to the Kingdom of Gonatela.

It was a place of war and chaos.

However, his real itinerary was not here, and Markus intended to use this destination to confuse the hunters.

Just as he was queuing up to board the ship.

They discovered a group of mixed-race demi-humans wearing sophisticated magical equipment.

It seems to be the security of this ship.

ps: The third update is completed

Chapter 85 Air Force Guy

Three magic operators are standing guard on the ship.

They had been on the ship for almost a whole day and the work was too boring and tedious.

So much so that they are basically just slacking off now.

Anyway, just keep an eye on the ship and don't let anyone cause trouble.

The sub-dragon operator Hell Creek was squatting on the highest mast of the entire ship, keeping watch. If you didn't pay attention, you would never be able to spot him.

The huge, hunched body looks like a ghost.

It blocked a large area of ​​the setting sun and cast a shadow on the ground.

The operator of the Scatterscale tribe, Stoke, was sitting in the shade, bored and enjoying the cool air.

His species is a cold-blooded animal and cannot regulate its own body temperature, so he should try to hide in a cool place to prevent his scales from being dried out by the sun.

"Vegias, your rod must have come up empty again."

While enjoying the cool breeze, Stoke did not forget to mock the half-demon operator who was fishing in the sea nearby.

The latter didn't bite him.

Viggias knew that he was a chatterbox, so he just focused on fishing.

Seeing that the half-demon ignored him, Stocker spoke even more vigorously.

"Let me think about it. Who said last week that he wanted to go fishing? After fishing for a long time, why is there a market tag on the fish he brought back?"

"And last month, you went out fishing again, but you didn't catch any fish, so you fished up Hell Creek where you went swimming."

"besides......."

Faced with this chatterbox's endless chatter.

The usually taciturn Viggias could no longer hold back.

"Don't scream."

Without turning his head, he responded to Stock.

See this situation.

Hell Creek, who was standing sentry on the mast, also poked his head out.

With an embarrassed expression on his face, he said:

"Vijias, if you want to eat fish, I can go down and catch it for you."

"There's no need to make it so troublesome."

It often only takes a moment for a fisherman to break through his defense.

Finally, Viggias put down his fishing rod and braced it to the edge of the boat.

Then he turned directly towards the two of them.

"The purpose of fishing is not to eat fish, but to feel the joy of a good catch, do you understand?"

Followed by.

It was just the daily bickering between Stoke and Viggias.

Hell Creek is nothing new.

After all, today's mission was a bit boring, and they could understand why.

Hell Creek's race is a sub-dragon dromaeosaurid family. He is swift and agile, with strong limbs and sickle-like sharp claws, which are enough for him to hold the mast firmly.

Also because of his racial advantages, Elliot often assigned him some reconnaissance and hunting missions.

Today's task was too boring and made him a little sleepy.

At this moment, he said something inexplicably.

"Do you think that Faro has already reached an agreement with the boss?"

The two men who were wrestling passionately below heard this.

They simultaneously released each other's necks.

"That depends on the boss's own ideas. We can't decide." Viggias said in a low voice.

"Oh, by the way, did you know that the boss's funding chain was cut off by Speaker Milgrom?"

"That means he may be running out of money."

Stock blurted out as if he had remembered something important.

What he meant was that their boss Elliot was running out of money to hire them.

"So what? I'm not following the boss for the money."

Viggias lowered his eyes.

Hell Creek also spoke out in agreement.

The homeland of the mixed-blood demi-humans is the Kingdom of Gonatara. Although this country is a small country around Kavia, it is sandwiched between the Empire and the Demons.

It originally existed as a buffer zone between the two sides, but since the war began, it has inevitably been located in the very center of the war and has been devastated by artillery fire every day.

Therefore, Asians had to leave their homes and travel overseas.

They had suffered discrimination and contempt here, but they happened to meet Elliot, who was recruiting soldiers, and since then, they have been loyally serving this congressman.

The relationship between Elliot and them is more than just a simple employer-employee relationship.

"The Faro we were going to rescue that day seemed to be very rich." Stock continued.

"It is said that he is a genius wizard, but in my opinion, he is quite stupid."

"Otherwise, how could we not even find the way?"

As he spoke, it seemed to arouse the resentment in Stock's heart.

"I didn't even have time to eat that day before I went on a mission. I thought I could earn a few more materials, but I didn't expect that in the end, it was all because of him getting lost and mistaking someone for someone else."

"That's about it, Stoker."

Hell Creek didn't move his mouth, but responded in a dull voice with his intracavitary syrinx, indicating that he didn't need to continue.

But Stocker persisted.

"Isn't it? We were the ones who cleaned up his mess afterwards."

"I wouldn't work for a boss like this even if he paid me."

The three of them were silent.

Just at this time,

Viggias's fishing line moved.

"Here comes the bite!"

He pulled the line excitedly, but unexpectedly what came up was a piece of wood.

Stocker at the back was delighted: "Hahaha, isn't this just you? You're always sullen and stuffy like a piece of wood."

"Fuck it, I'm going to throw you down to make a nest right now."

"Hey hey hey! Why are you still so impatient?"