The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

"Hmph... Don't be so vigilant... [Pure White Fireworks], what have I said yet?"

"What else can you say?" Perlis said coldly, "Let's get straight to the point."

Perlis didn't have even the slightest bit of affection for Leon. She recalled everything she had seen in the diary that Eshilia had shown her: the dog kept by the federal people climbed up to the high seat of the former king, and was complacently taking everything for himself. Such a person, he had no brains at all, and if he encountered him, there would only be the possibility of a hard fight.

"Ah...you killed my loyal dog. Logically, I should avenge him, right?" Leon's tone was erratic.

"Then why not?"

"Because...I want to talk to you, [Pure White Fireworks]."

"Oh why?"

"It's obvious... You were able to escape the Great Prophet's hunt and kill him yourself. If I'm not mistaken, my army was also destroyed by you, right?"

Looking at Perlis's calm face, Leon smiled gently. He waved his hand, and the servant behind him hurriedly brought a bottle of red sugarcane wine. He poured the wine into the glass in his hand, drank half of it in one gulp, and poured the other half into the air, finally spilling it on Zachamos' body.

"To our friend E.Tran. May he have a good life after death in the paradise envisioned by the Federation people." Leon licked his lips and looked down at Perlis. "Now, the dead are gone. Pure White Flame, let's make a deal?"

Ha, he is worthy of being called the Godfather. He never lets go of anyone who can be used.

Perlis snorted softly and said:

"What deal?"

"How about a deal that will get you out of La Vatino safely?"

Leon smiled, his mustache trembling, and the fat on his chin clustered together like layers of mountains. He seemed to be very sure of everything in front of him, and Perlis didn't know why he was so confident.

"..."

Polys did not answer. She didn't know what Leon was planning. If that was the case, she would not fall into his trap so easily.

At this moment, Pace gently pulled the corner of her clothes and whispered in her ear:

"Little princess...it might be hard to beat you...how about we first..."

Perlis did not reply, she had heard the noise a long time ago - at least thirty or forty executioners entered the arena from the entrance. If a fight broke out now, she was not 100% sure that she could leave here safely.

After weighing the pros and cons, Perlis raised her head and responded:

"Then let's talk."

Perlis rubbed her wrist gently, frowned, and her breathing became a little heavy from time to time.

"Very good, smart lady," Leon bowed awkwardly to Perlis, and then made an invitation gesture, "In that case, let's talk somewhere else. This place is too saturated with the smell of blood and dust, and it is really not suitable for a lady like you who is both beautiful and talented."

Leon's compliment made Perlis feel sick, but then the thugs responded by opening the door to both sides. They made way for Perlis and Pesce, leading directly to the exit of the Colosseum.

"If you want to talk about this, let's go to my house."

......

The distance between La Vatino Colosseum and Leon's residence, the Lion's Den, was not very far. Riding in Leon's luxurious carriage, Perlis and Pace were soon invited into the mansion. This huge mansion, which was obviously newly built in recent years, was three times the size of No. 31 Pixie Street. The huge building was based on the high-tech concrete of the Federation, but it was engraved with a large number of coats of arms of the Guglau Yad Kingdom, highlighting the identity of the owner of the mansion:

King of the New Grau Yad.

At the entrance of the mansion, there stood a huge statue. This statue was much taller than the one in Rosides y a de Pershipons, and it was a man riding a lion. The man was sturdy, wearing a dress-like armor, but had a fat pig-like head and two ridiculous mustaches.

Statue of Leon Kelaster.

When passing by the statue, Perlis saw many people kneeling. Most of them were residents who had just watched the [Shura Field], but there were also high-ranking officials living in the upper city. This seemed to be an inherent ritual after the [Shura Field] every year, led by those dignitaries, together with La Vatino, thanking Leon Kelast for everything he had done for them.

"O sharp-edged lion... the lion of the attacking king, protect the territory of my kingdom forever!"

"The Godfather of All Time!"

"Godfather! Forever!"

The nobles in their fine formal attire led the roar, and the residents behind them followed them and roared, like an echo in the wilderness. Perlis took a closer look and saw that most of them looked numb. Although they were well dressed, they still looked like ants, not even half as graceful as the uncles in the old city.

After all, they are all trying to make a living, some use their hands, some use their knees.

Since there is a way to kneel, why not kneel for a lifetime of wealth and glory?

However, it is also puzzling that some people have been kneeling for half their lives and have not even got half a piece of the cake, but they are yelling louder than anyone else.

Perlis shook her head. At this moment, a familiar voice came from her ear:

"This way, please, my dear lady."

Perlis turned around and saw that it was Grace, who was wearing the medal of the Sharp Knife Lion family and pretending that he had never seen Perlis before.

Not to mention, this guy really looks like a gangster when he puts on this outfit.

As if he had understood the emotions in Perlis's bloodshot eyes, Grace coughed awkwardly and gave Perlis a standard federal salute:

"The Godfather asked me to take you and your companions to the reception room. Please follow me."

Perlis and Pace looked at each other, then turned to Grace and nodded slightly to him.

"let's go."

......

8) False Idols (Part 11)

Following Grace through the corridor full of sentinels, Perlis and Pace entered the reception room. This room was about the same size as the negotiation room Perlis had visited at 31 Pixie Street before, but the difference was that there was no information board or anything like that in it. Instead, there were a lot of photos and an old-fashioned rifle hanging on the red painted wooden wall.

Pearlis was not interested in guns, so she scanned the photos one by one. Most of the photos were photos of Leon with beautiful women. If there was any difference, it was probably that the women were different women.

"Those are my wives. What do you think? They all look pretty good, don't they?"

Leon's voice came from the door. Pearlis and Pess looked over and found that he had changed into a more formal dress. A big gold chain hung around his thick neck, and he looked like a nouveau riche.

"Most of them went to the Federation. You know, they have to take care of my sons. The baby is worthy of the name of "Sharp Knife Lion" if he studies in a school in the Federation."

"Where did you study?" Perlis glanced at Leon, but she actually knew the answer already.

"Me? I haven't read any books, hahahahaha."

Leon was not angry. He patted the seat lightly and sat down. Then he motioned for Perlis and Pes to take a seat. The two did not embarrass him and sat down opposite Leon obediently. There was only a table between the three of them, on which was a bottle of red wine.

After the three of them sat down, a row of soldiers in execution armor entered the room and stood guard against the wall. They did not draw their weapons, but stared at the two of them with sharp eyes, obviously ready to show their fangs at any time.

Once you enter the lion's den, you will have to deal with the stench from the lion's teeth.

Perlis rubbed her wrist gently, steadied her breathing, looked at Leon opposite her, and made eye contact with him.

"Pure White Fireworks, or rather, Miss Perlis," Leon lit a cigar and crossed his legs, very casually, "I believe you must be curious about why it is me sitting here, and not the princess or that damned Rein Terras, right?"

"The descendant of the nomadic Kandala became the master of the kingdom," Perlis looked at Leon's fat face calmly, "there must be a lot of stories."

“Hahahahaha… As for the story… there isn’t much of a story.” Leon took a deep breath, his face relaxed. “I got what I deserved based on my strength, that’s all.”

"Strength, does it refer to backstabbing and overstepping your authority?" Perlis was very blunt, and Pace was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"It seems that you have heard a lot of... past events from those losers in the royal government," Leon shrugged, not caring at all. "Yes, Miss Perlis, but so what? We work together for the Federation. In a sense, can we be called colleagues? Since we are colleagues, you certainly understand the benefits of working for the Federation - in fact, you should understand it better than me, right? [Blade of Babel]..."

"....." Perlis looked at Leon silently. Although she did not speak, her gaze was unflinching.

Seeing this, Leon smiled lightly, flicked the ashes that had burned to white-gray, and continued:

"I grew up in the desert, watching the Federation's airships flying overhead. The desert environment was better back then, but it also caused my eye problems to persist until now... Damn..." Leon took off his glasses and wiped his eyes. "Later, I worked in the Wilkins' mine for three years, and those bastards owed me most of my wages. I led a group of brothers to kill those bastards of Wilkins and guarded the mine for three days. Look, that's the gun—"

Leon pointed at the old shotgun on the wall and laughed stutteringly, as if something was choking in his throat.

"The people who came to persuade me to surrender were from the Federation. Their offer was the two shops of La Vatino. Of course I had to take them. Damn it, I later found out that the mine owner had hidden a piece of red stone. I should have offered a higher price earlier."

"But fortunately, the federal man took a fancy to our brothers. Wasn't there a turmoil at that time? [Attack King] was about to push to Aston Plains. The federal man gave me a precious opportunity, and I seized this opportunity, and expanded step by step, and then I got here, that's it."

Leon leaned forward slightly, and his eyes, which looked like slits under his plump figure, looked at Perlis carefully, as if examining her:

"I'm telling you this so that you don't underestimate me, Pure White Fireworks. I can control the situation, so when you sit across from me, be polite."

The air in front of Leon turned cold, and Perlis still didn't speak, still looking at Leon expressionlessly. Her blood-red eyes seemed to be examining the godfather in front of her.

"What about the brothers who came up with you?" Pace suddenly asked, "I don't think I've heard of their reputations."

"Oh? Them..." Leon's beard trembled, "Remember that mine?"

Pace's heart sank. It seemed that Rein had always underestimated the ruthlessness of Leon Kelast. After hearing rumors from the royal government for so long, he thought Leon was just a puppet of the federal government. Unexpectedly, he was not a good person either.

A brief silence spread in the living room like a drop of sleeping ink. Leon kept looking at the two people opposite him with a smile, and the cigar in his hand shook lightly, scattering a little ash.

After a long time, Perlis broke the silence:

"Leon, you are doomed," Perlis said softly, "Georgeson's army has been annihilated. If you are lucky, you will be exiled to the mines by the royal government to meet your former brother."

"No... Miss Pearlis, you are totally wrong... Hahahaha..."

Hearing what Perlis said, Leon burst into laughter.

"They have their Pershpond Wall, and I have my sentry towers. The sentry towers around the Upper City are not the useless ones in the Old City. They are fully charged 24 hours a day. If they dare to get close, they will be blown to pieces from a distance."

"What about the residents of the atrium?" Pace was a little indignant. "They will be affected!"

"That's the royal government's fault, isn't it?" Leon blinked slightly.

"You..." Pace was a little excited.

"That's enough," Perlis interrupted, "What are the terms of the deal you want to propose?"

"Ah... Are you ready to get back to the main theme? Very good," Leon nodded gently. He opened the red wine and poured himself a glass. "I heard from that poor old guy that you jumped in from Wilkin's Star Track, right?"

"Yes," Perlis replied, "What do you mean, old man..."

"Who else could it be?" Leon picked up the wine glass, raised his head before drinking, and smiled at Perlis, "You should have met him... His name is Balza Durant... Wilkin's [Fang]."

"Is that old guy here?" Perlis raised her eyebrows.

"Oh... yes..." Leon took a sip of red wine, "To be honest, he is very valuable. You see, [Golden Sand Snake] is planning to spend a lot of money to buy him away."

"Then how much did Laplace spend to buy me away?"

"How perceptive... Let me do the math... About 20 million Fed dollars..."

"It feels like something is missing..." Perlis muttered.

"Hey... it's a lot..." Pace rolled his eyes speechlessly, and then seemed to suddenly realize something, "Wait! Laplace paid for you?"

"We'll talk about this later," Perlis turned around and said, "Transaction?"

"It's very simple."

Leon clapped his hands, and the servant came forward and brought a plate with three golden bills on it.

"I will provide you with tickets to leave from the Wasteland Line. These are self-determined tickets. As long as you want, the Wasteland Line train will run for you once. Before that, you can use these tickets to spend money in the Upper Town. It doesn't matter. We welcome you to have more fun."

"What's the price?"

"As for the price... I need you to help me capture someone," Leon said. "No tricks, I want her alive. As long as she is sent to me, you can leave immediately."

"Catch someone?" Perlis had a vague premonition in her heart, "You mean..."

"This person is the princess of the kingdom."

Leon stood up and looked down at Perlis, just as he had done in the stands. He had an unconcealable smile on his face, which was disgusting, but also had an irresistible aura:

"I want you to help me capture Ashlia Yad Pershipens."

......

8) False Idols (Part 12)

When Leon stated his request, Pace felt his fingers become extremely stiff and cold.

He wants Perlis... to capture the princess?

Go catch...Ashelia?

An inexplicable feeling of nausea surged from Pace's abdomen, and he even felt like vomiting. Over the years, how many such deals of betrayal and murder had [Sharp Knife Lion] facilitated by means of coercion and inducement to have the current territory?

Pace silently clenched his cold fingers into a fist. He hated betrayal, especially since he had betrayed the girl beside him. He was extremely indignant at Leon's instigation of betrayal. If it weren't for the execution armor beside him, he would have drawn his axe by now.

No, the time to draw the axe has almost come. Perlis will never agree to such a deal. In this case, the fastest way for them to leave La Vatino is to kill Leon Kelast directly.

Right now, the fat Godfather is sitting not far away. If I can kill him...

Just as Pess was trying to figure out the right time to act with Perlis, the white-haired girl raised her head after a little consideration:

"I accept your deal."

"What..." Pace turned around in shock and looked at Perlis, "Little Princess, you..."