Rhode Island Park Project

She had just checked and there was no sign of a military ambush in this place.

Therefore,

It's safe here!

Unaware that the clever kitten had already assessed the threat level of his mansion, the Baron was trying to calm his own nerves and explain the final step of his plan to Mandra:

"Ma'am, please go upstairs this way."

"Upstairs?"

"Yes,"

The Baron's heart was pounding. "Because they are important documents, I locked them in the safe in my bedroom as usual."

"Tsk, that's really troublesome."

The thought of walking into the bedroom of a man, especially one with the stench of aristocracy, made Mandela even more irritated.

But this is a mission for the leader, and also for herself to regain the leader's trust, so she must do it, and she must make sure it is foolproof.

After a brief pause, Mandela suppressed her disgust and made a decision.

"Take me there!"

"Okay, okay, please follow me."

The Baron quickly led the way up the stairs.

The second floor.

third floor.

As he got further and further away from the ground and the soil, Mandela instinctively felt a surge of uneasiness in his heart.

"Right here, Ms. Mandela."

But at this time, the Baron had already opened a door and was standing respectfully waiting for her.

The end is right in front of us, how can we back down at this moment?

Mandela suppressed the hesitation in her heart and strode into the open door.

What was in front of him was indeed a bedroom that looked very luxuriously decorated, but after looking around, Mandela did not see anything like a safe.

"Where's your safe?"

no respond.

The uneasiness in Mandela's heart suddenly broke through the limit at this moment.

"boom--!"

The bedroom wall next to her suddenly exploded like an explosion, and a steel shield wider than the door rushed towards her like a truck, occupying her entire field of vision.

Mandra reflexively gripped her staff, and the scattered wall debris formed a temporary barrier around her, but the real rocks and soil were far beneath her feet.

third floor.

Because the floors of the Baron's mansion were much higher than those of ordinary houses, Mandela was ten meters away from the ground.

However, the barrier in front of her, which had not been able to absorb much sand and gravel, was hit by the shield in a flash.

"boom!"

The barrier shattered in an instant, but Mandela gritted his teeth and added the highest frequency of vibration to the sand and gravel of the barrier, causing the heavy shield to stop.

Have the opportunity!

Mandela was delighted.

Her rock spikes had already risen beneath the opponent's feet, and she would soon be able to—

"..."

At this moment, Mandela's thoughts suddenly short-circuited and fell into silence.

Her body fell forward uncontrollably, then fell into a warm embrace, and her consciousness fell into complete darkness.

Holding the fainted Mandela's delicate body in his arms, Luo Hang looked at Chen Huijie standing behind Mandela and shrugged.

"Well done."

"She's very responsive."

Having removed his shield, Horn also looked towards the unconscious girl in Luo Hang's arms, his expression showing vigilance and caution. "If I were alone, I might not be able to subdue her quietly in the situation just now."

You have to know that she was attacking at close range, and her target was a fragile magician, and he was far away from the spellcasting materials.

Even so, Mandela's reaction and ability in times of crisis made her look sideways, and she even doubted whether she could really defeat this young-looking girl in an equal battle.

Luo Hang also gently tidied up the messy hair of the kitten in his arms and smiled softly.

"Because she is Mandela."

Even though she was easily deceived due to her lack of education and her straightforward and naive character, Mandela relied on her own perseverance and integrity to build up her strength that was comparable to Victoria's elite without any guidance and despite her young age.

Innocent yet persistent, humble yet never willing to bow down, these are all the elements that make up the name "Mandela", simple and pure.

However, when facing him, a seasoned hunter, the kitten's lack of experience and simplicity did become its biggest weakness.

He smiled and pinched the soft cheek of Mandela who was sleeping peacefully.

"You are in my hands again now, my little cat?"

Chapter 3: Mandela: Meow~? (k)

"Well……"

My neck hurts.

I should be...

Where did it come from?

Mandela slowly opened his eyes in confusion.

The vision in front of her eyes gradually became clear, and the man sitting by the window in the night, who turned his head as if he had noticed something, also became clear in her eyes.

"—!"

"It's you!!"

The moment she saw the man's face clearly, Mandela's fury instantly exploded.

However, when she subconsciously tried to pick up her staff, she found that her hands could not move.

She looked down behind her.

His hands were tied.

She was not infected, did not have a staff, and had lost her ability to cast spells, so she could not even break free from this simple rope on her own.

humiliation!

Mandela gnashed his teeth and raised his head again, looking at Luo Hang who was still wearing that hypocritical smile and seemed to be about to say something, but he took the lead and roared out his long-accumulated anger:

"You liar!! Bastard!!"

"oops……"

Looking at Mandela, whose hands were tied behind her back but still looked like she wanted to rush up and bite him, Luo Hang couldn't help but stop approaching and curled his lips.

"It's such a pleasure to see you still so energetic, my lovely kitten."

"Don't disgust me with that kind of talk!! You bastard, if it wasn't you! How could the leader, how could he——"

"Why would I drive you away and let you deal with me?"

Luo Hang's tone rose slightly as if he had heard something very interesting.

He looked at Mandela, who was breathing heavily in anger and glaring at him with a look that said 'you still know', and shook his head helplessly.

“You have to know that Abrana and I are still enemies.

Even if I reach a deal with Adams and the Duke of Wellington and send Abram back, Victoria's current situation will not change the relationship between the two sides.

I sent you back to Aburana because I really hoped that you could represent the friendship between her and me. After all, despite the opposition between Duke Shiweiya and Duke Wellington, there is no reason for Aburana and I to be hostile to each other.

You saw the photo of me and Abara, and it did give me some hope that we could have a friendship, but it's not surprising that she didn't accept it, is it?

Mandela's little head gradually found it difficult to keep up with Luo Hang's long speech, but she still grasped some of the main points.

Luo Hang and the leader were originally enemies. He tried to establish friendship but failed, so they are still enemies now.

It seems... there is no problem?

Mandela was stunned for a moment.

She had to admit that Luo Hang had been quite kind to her in Rhodes Island, and his attitude was sincere. He had indeed hoped to establish a friendship with the leader, but the leader had not accepted.

Or perhaps, because the leader's attitude at the time was too clear, she didn't even dare to bring up what Luo Hang asked her to bring...

Mandela's eyes suddenly drifted to the side with a guilty look.

Even if I tell you, the result won't change! So, this doesn't count as breaking the appointment!

"Then you are still my enemy. Since the leader has made the decision, I will not show mercy to you even if you let me go once."

Mandela muttered softly.

"I understand, I understand."

Looking at Mandela, who was sitting on the chair and had obviously softened from the fierce kitten, Luo Hang also smiled softly twice, and naturally took two steps forward and came in front of Mandela.

He no longer worried about being bitten by the kitten and reached out his hand. He gently touched the girl's cheek, looking directly into her evasive eyes, and said softly:

"Besides, I really don't want a cute kitten like Mandela to spend her whole life in prison. You belong to a wider world."

Mandela's eyes trembled.

Her heart trembled.

The man's overly warm voice was seeping into her heart, even making her afraid that she would really become inseparable from this unprecedented warmth.

"You, don't think I will be fooled by you again!"

Mandela shook her head in panic and shook off Luo Hang's hand.

The warm touch left her cheek, but she didn't dare look into Luo Hang's eyes.

"Of course, how could such a smart Mandela be fooled by me again?"

The man's voice was still gentle, but she already understood that this man had never lied to her before, and his words now were the lies...

Luo Hang, who was standing in front of her, turned his head and looked out the window, where there was a city shrouded in night.

"It's about to start, tonight's rally."

Luo Hang said softly.

Mandela was startled, but Luo Hang in front of her turned his head again, and his eyes, as dark as the night, looked at her gently.

"I'm sorry, but we're still enemies, and I have to be responsible for my operators, so I'm afraid I'll have to inconvenience you by asking you to stay here for a while."

He turned to glance at the clock, "In another hour, the alarm will go off and it will return your staff to you. Then you can leave."

This person wants to let me go again.

Mandela's expression suddenly became complicated, and then she subconsciously turned away from Luo Hang.

"You don't need to apologize to me."

"But I will report this place to the garrison, okay? That way, you won't be able to come find me and my companions right after you're free. We need some time to rescue my operators."

"I can handle it myself!"