Rhode Island Park Project

The man looked at him sincerely and said, "Lolo's father was executed by the Sarkaz himself, so her reaction to seeing the Sarkaz was quite intense."

"So that's it."

He smiled nonchalantly, "Being an elder is hard work too. This person, um..."

"Bill, just call me Bill."

The man said quickly.

"Don't worry, Bill. I'm not the type to get hung up on a little girl. Rhodes Island and the Self-Defense Forces are currently allies. Your commander and I have already discussed the relevant operations. These little things won't have any impact."

Luo Hang spoke to Bill calmly. His steady tone and calm expression made old Bill feel a lot more at ease.

After all, Rhodes Island is an organization that the commander can specially welcome. If Lolo causes dissatisfaction among others, even the commander may not be able to handle it well. This is what he is worried about.

But the other party seemed to see through his thoughts at a glance, and the answer he gave almost stepped directly into his heart.

In fact, with Luo Hang's temperament, he really wouldn't get angry with a little girl who was only a few years older than Amiya.

He discovered the danger and offered help to the other party with good intentions, but was rejected. So he let it go, that's all.

He would not continue to embarrass a little girl because of her psychological trauma, but since it was his own choice, no matter the price he had to pay on the road to growth or the fact that adults should be responsible for their choices, he could only watch the ending come quietly.

However, it is hard to say since the little girl named Lolo is not an adult yet.

He shook his head and stopped thinking about the question, but just remembered something.

"Are you going on this mission with those two young men, Bill?"

Luo Hang asked the old man in front of him.

Bill smiled guilelessly.

"I am a member of the team of those two young men. They can't do without me."

"If that's the case, then you better be careful."

He raised his hand and patted Old Bill on the shoulder, "This mission is not going to be peaceful."

"..."

Old Bill stood there in a daze, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses until the doctor who patted his shoulder left.

But when he looked again, the doctor was nowhere to be found.

"Old Bill! Time to get ready to go!"

At this time, someone shouted to him.

At this critical moment, he could only put aside the strange feeling in his heart and replied loudly:

"coming!"

Chapter 191: Mandela's Tragic Diary

A few days ago.

Central Londinium, Western Hall of the Holy King Society.

"I'm here to negotiate with your king on behalf of Shenchi. How long do you want me to wait here?"

In front of the magnificent palace gate, Mandra, who came to Londinium according to Abrana's order, was anxiously asking the guard who stood like a statue.

"When Your Highness is free, I will naturally see you."

The Sarkaz standing in front of the stone pillar spoke without even turning his head.

"But you've been saying that for three hours! I, I brought—!"

"Quiet, Philin!"

The Sarkaz suddenly glared at him with a vicious look, "This is not a place for scum like you to talk nonsense. If you can't shut your mouth, we will come to help you."

Several cold gazes were cast at Mandela who was standing beside the guard. The suppressed bloody atmosphere was almost suffocating.

Being able to guard the gate of King Sarkaz's palace, the guards here are not easy to deal with, and more importantly, this is the center of the entire Sarkaz power.

Even though Mandela was confident that even if she couldn't beat these guys, she could at least protect herself, but she was standing on someone else's territory. At this time, she could only suppress her pride and shut up in front of the guards.

At this time, a masked Sarkaz walked out of the palace and looked directly at Mandela who was standing on the side.

"Ms. Mandela, His Highness has granted you a 10-minute audience. Come with me."

"I'm here on behalf of Shenchi to discuss cooperation with you, not to meet with your king's ministers."

Mandela pointed out with a frown.

"Oh, whatever you say. The more time you waste here, the less time you have to talk. You can decide for yourself."

"..."

Mandela bit her lower lip hard.

The Sarkaz in front of her, both in terms of gaze and tone, were exactly the same as those nobles who once looked down upon her and disdained her.

If it were under normal circumstances, she would have picked up her staff and fought this guy to the death. Even if she couldn't beat him, she would make this guy pay the price...but.

"I see."

She clenched her fists tightly and walked humbly to the masked Sarkaz. Then, she heard the other party's disdainful "huh" and followed him silently.

At least I can complete the tasks assigned by the leader.

Mandela comforted herself in her heart.

Then, she found that she was not being led to the magnificent main gate in the center of the palace, but was walking towards the small door on the side.

"Wait, wait, why do we have to go through the side door?"

"Ok?"

"I am--"

"Are you here on behalf of Deep Pond and the Duke of Wellington? If the Iron Duke came to the palace himself, he might be qualified to enter through the main entrance. As for you?"

After saying this, Sarkaz just gave her a look that looked like a joke, and simply turned around and walked his own way, without even bothering to listen to her answer.

Mandela's mind went blank for a moment because of anger, but after she came to her senses, she did nothing except digging her palms with her nails. She just continued to follow the Sarkaz who never looked back.

After a few minutes of silent walking, passing through the incomprehensibly gorgeous palace, she finally saw the Sarkaz King, Tracys, whose photo she had recognized in advance, and another masked white-horned Sarkaz at the edge of a courtyard.

"Filin from the Deep Pool... What do you want to say to me?"

Tracy looked at her.

Without bothering to consider the various mistreatments he had encountered along the way, or why the meeting took place in such an unofficial place, Mandela suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and quickly spoke out the words he had prepared many times:

"Our leader hopes to reach a certain level of tacit understanding with the Sarkaz. Duke Wellington's warships will ensure they don't take the initiative and approach the vicinity of Londinium, while the Sarkaz will maintain the current situation."

"that is it?"

"Well, my team and I hope to operate in Londinium, but I can assure you that our people will not enter the central area."

Mandela looked at Tracy's face nervously, but could not see any expression.

"let's go."

"Varied--?"

Mandela opened her eyes slightly.

Tracy suddenly turned around in front of her and walked to the other side, as if he had only stopped for a short while because he saw water droplets and birds in the corridor. He showed no reluctance from beginning to end. The masked Sarkaz who was leading the way also stood between her and Tracy, casting a mocking look at her from behind the mask.

"Ten minutes are up, Ms. Mandela."

"I only said two sentences!"

Mandela was furious.

She thought 10 minutes was at least enough for the meeting, but she ended up including the travel time? Was she really that cheap?

"Haha, a guest is a guest. It seems I have to apologize on behalf of our prince."

The white-horned masked Sarkaz who landed behind Tracy said teasingly, but his eyes did not look at her at all.

"Well, then you can just send our guests out."

Tracy replied without turning around.

"I think you can handle this kind of thing, right?"

"Yes sir."

The two masked men exchanged a few words, and the guy with the white horns turned around and walked away.

"you--!"

"Ms. Mandela."

The masked man who stayed behind looked over and said, "I think you should understand the etiquette of being a guest, right?"

***

two days ago.

Somewhere in the city of Londinium.

"Your king promised me that he would not stop Deep Pool from operating outside the Central District!"

Mandra looked angrily at Manfred, the Sarkaz general in charge of the entire outer city area, and could hardly contain his anger. "I need you to give me an explanation!"

"My subordinates are just carrying out a search mission."

"But four of my men died there! They knew they were from Shenchi. Your king would never agree to such a thing!!"

Mandela yelled angrily.

"Make no mistake, Lady Mandela. Your Highness has never promised you anything. It's just that as long as the Deep Pool doesn't interfere with our operations in Londinium, I can tolerate your stay in a certain area."

Manfred spoke slowly and methodically.

"Then I should thank you?!"

"Whatever you want to do has nothing to do with me. As I said, as long as you don't interfere with the Sarkaz's actions, I will pretend that you don't exist, that's all."

"It doesn't exist, so my people should be ignored like air—"

***

Half an hour ago.

"Ha, we've all heard of you, Feilin, who was driven out of the West Hall by His Highness. What, you want to cause trouble for us?"

Several ordinary Sarkaz soldiers pointed mockingly at Mandra who was walking by with an expressionless face.

She no longer knew what expression to show.

No anger, no sadness, just numbness.

Thirteen people have died in Shenchi.

And she did nothing.

Chapter 4 Luo Luo: Why... Why did it become like this (k)

Outside the Self-Defense Forces base.

"Okay, everyone is here."

Fester's team is preparing to set off.

"Hey, Fester!"

"Ok?"

Fester, who was standing in front of the team, turned his head and saw a team of self-rescue soldiers jogging out of the base gate.

"Dixon? Why are you here?"

he asked with some confusion.