As soon as An entered the room, she sneezed earth-shatteringly.

The female warrior itself does not reject the fragrance, in fact, Ann herself prefers the smell of thyme. She will deliberately choose soaps mixed with these essential oils, and the washed clothes will have a faint scent of thyme.

But the scent is very light, except for Nemo, whose senses are beyond the realm of human beings, normal people have to get very close to smell - but female warriors usually don't allow others to get close to that level .

The aroma in the room was on a whole other level. The aroma is elegant and heavy, with a cold and arrogant sweetness.

Unfortunately, the soldier's sensitive nose can't stand the strong perfume smell after long-term activities. Ann sneezed one after another, tears streaming from her eyes.

Adrian was the first to react, and silently handed a handkerchief. An quickly grabbed the life-saving straw, nodded gratefully to the knight commander, and then blew his nose forcefully.

"My God, did they blow up a perfume shop here?" Ten seconds later, she finally moved her nose from the handkerchief and muttered softly. The effect of the series of sneezes was still there, and Ann's voice was a little grumpy.

Unfortunately, Marshal Gallagher's hearing was obviously good, and his face was a little blue visibly.

Since the five of Tumbleweed entered the door, Gallagher moved back subconsciously. He conducted an investigation immediately after the soldier's notification. A sea scorpion-level team—since the sea scorpion was involved, even if it was the black seal that was supposed to be crawling around in the dust at the bottom, it would not have any money. Difficult to speak of.

Ninety-nine percent of the black chapters above the snake level are wicked people who are well-dressed and dog-like.

It's not that Gallagher has never seen a high-level black seal, he has even been in contact with a spider-class that is more dangerous than a sea scorpion. Hearing such an insolent declaration, he thought he could meet a few madmen with amazing momentum.

Barely enough, but it doesn't look like anything fancy either. The coat is full of damage and scratches, and there is almost no hostility in the eyes, but more nervousness.

Captain Oliver Ramon was looking carefully around his surroundings when he found the soles of his mud-soaked boots on the edge of the incense blanket, Mr. Ramon was almost there with Gallagher At the same time, he shivered.

And since the black-haired mage in the team entered the door, he began to concentrate on counting the small mud spots on his moccasin boots. He held a regular black staff in one, and a half-bald parrot in the other. The parrot kept mumbling something in a low voice, and Gallagher listened for a moment, forcibly resisting the urge to wash his ears because of the unusual string of swear words.

Ironically, in the group of relatively less well-dressed people, only the woman has a bit of a high-level black stamp.

Unfortunately, as soon as this thought crossed Gallagher's mind, the female warrior's sneeze combo began.

Gallagher's eyes moved from the mud on the soles of the tumbleweeds to the grass clippings on his clothes, and the whispered curses of parrots and the sound of Ann's nose blowing echoed in his ears - Famous Orr Ben's "Wasteland Rabid" was almost out of breath.

What are these things.

However, the age and appearance of this woman are also correct, and she even looks quite similar to the late Annabelle.

A few camouflage illusions are more convincing, and this female black stamp doesn't look like someone forced to come, she must have made up her mind.

When Ann finally recovered from the series of sneezes, Gallagher said sullenly: "Ann Savage. I checked you, a well-known, loner woman. Soldiers...no kidding now, now that you've guessed my purpose and are standing before me at this moment - tell me, Ms Savage, how much do you want?"

There was a very uncomfortable contempt in his tone, and Nemo, who was counting the mud, couldn't help but look up.

Ann obviously sensed the arrogance in the other party's tone, she folded her arms half-smile and sniffed.

"I can give you enough money to keep anyone you care about for a lifetime. For a female black stamp, it's a good deal to sell your life at such a price."

"I'm not kidding." An Shen said.

"Want to experience a phantom power? Even if Delia Alastair was underage, I wouldn't let a filthy outcast touch the throne - even if it was just a sleight of hand puppet." Gallagher's voice became more contemptuous. "Make a price, Ms. Savage."

Ann shook her head amusingly, slowly untied the left shoulder armor, and neatly tore off the left sleeve. With the unpleasant sound of the cloth being torn, the female soldier's left arm was completely exposed from the shoulder.

Nimo suddenly understood why Ann was dressing up as a man at the ball.

Because she can't wear women's dresses.

Different from the delicate and soft arms of noble women, the exposed arms have beautiful muscular lines, strong and powerful, and are covered with scars.

The signs of burns, claw marks, and corrosion are extremely obvious. These scars are not difficult to remove, but warriors are usually willing to keep them.

As a medal, as a wake-up call, or as a friend's tombstone.

The most eye-catching thing is the huge scar on An's left upper arm, like a complete piece of flesh that has been directly gouged out, and the method is not very neat.

Tossing the torn sleeves, the female warrior ignored the fragrant thick fleece under her feet, stepped on it mercilessly, and strode to the long table in front of Marshal Gallagher edge.

Supporting the table with her left, An right took out a delicate crystal bottle from her pocket, bit it open with her teeth, and poured the seemingly expensive potion onto her left shoulder.

Dust fell into the fleece blanket, and the shimmering liquid spilled a little on the table, Gallagher stared at the female black badge in front of him, and the whole person looked close to the edge of the explosion. The guards standing on the other side of the room sensed the marshal's displeasure, you look at me, I look at you, they are all hesitating whether to step forward and pull this daring woman away—

Then they solidified.

At the same time, Marshal Gallagher was frozen.

Wherever the liquid medicine goes, the skin slowly heals, and all kinds of ugly scars gradually disappear. Raised scars flatten out, and sunken ones grow new flesh.

The particularly conspicuous and uneven huge scar slowly twisted, and a soft silver light faintly revealed from the flesh and blood. As the skin coalesced, a complex emblem gradually emerged from her shoulders.

"You're looking for a woman of ten or so, chestnut-haired and yellow-eyed. You're going to let her pretend to be Andrea Alastair, who's been dead for many years--and that's easy because she's been missing. Make a chapter." Ann put the empty medicine bottle on the table and whispered casually.

"But it's a pity, Lord Marshal. Andrea Alastair is indeed alive, and now she hopes to get back the 'property' that belongs to her."

The royal insignia shimmered on her shoulders, and the guards did not hesitate to kneel and salute. Gallagher frowned, his face turned ugly.

"It's a beautiful trick." He said grimly, "But since His Majesty can give us the temporary disguise emblem, others can give it to you. Princess?...A princess like you?"

He chuckled: "Many years ago, I met Annabel and Andrea. With all due respect, those two nobles are delicate and obedient, Her Royal Highness Andrea She was young when she disappeared. She couldn't possibly be alive—even if a miracle happened, she wasn't supposed to be like you."

"Yes, yes. I should be wearing a puffy skirt, tightening my waist, wiping my tears with a handkerchief, and crying to you about my misery over the years. Is that so? You wrote it all in face, Master Marshal."

"You don't have an ounce of royal femininity about you."

"You said it just now, 'feminine and obedient'. If that's what you want in royal femininity, I'm afraid you'll only see my bones right now. Oh, such a Said I remembered."

Ann showed her teeth, and a disgusted smile slowly appeared on her face. Nemo subconsciously took two steps back - when the female warrior laughed like that, nothing good happened.

"I also remember you, I said how familiar this pesky smell is. Put away your expression, I don't intend to make up a story based on the existing information. Twenty-one years You were wearing a special wig for your birthday party at church, didn't you? Well, I think... If I remember correctly, you were sixteen at the time."

"It's not a make-up story, eh? Who would remember twenty-one years ago so clearly?"

"If that person was one of the factors that brought you a major life change, of course you will remember." Ann licked her lips, "Your father pointed to me and Annabelle and asked if you liked it? If you like it, ask your Majesty for mercy, and appoint one to be your fiancée."

"Oh, since you 'remember' it so clearly, then tell me, did I agree or reject it?"

"You didn't say anything." The female warrior double supported the table, "You just sneered and glanced at us as if you were looking at the decoration of the palace, without looking at the other person. ' Means—I should thank you, Salter. You made me realize at the time that 'The palace is a totally unbearable place'."

"...Please let the forces behind you come out." After a while, Marshal Gallagher said with a stern face. "I will admit your identity for the time being, Your Highness. I have to say, the idea of ​​disguising as a black seal is very clever. No matter who is behind you, he has taught you well."

He paused, and glanced suspiciously at the other four behind An.

"It seems that Ann Savage's so-called 'love to be alone' is to hide the fact that it is not you who is on the mission. I should have known, the temperament of these tumbleweeds It's not like Heizhang, is he accompanying you to protect your subordinates? ... This trick is very effective, Your Highness. But the farce must end, and now it's time for me to talk to the real representative."

Marshal Gallagher's attitude is very obvious. As a veteran black stamp who has been in the business for many years, Ann is very confident in his own eyesight.

I'm looking for the so-called behind-the-scenes force, and I plan to negotiate.

Even if she reluctantly recognizes her status as a princess for a while, "Wild Hound" has no intention of letting the soldiers step back and talk about business. Although well-spoken, the marshal clearly did not intend to take the "Princess of Alban" seriously. Looking at it this way, it's not so surprising that Gallagher Salt didn't send someone to contact Delia.

The smile on Ann's face was getting bigger and bigger, she slowly raised her right—

Then gave Gallagher a very standard comparison.

"Fuck you, Salter. I'm the representative."

Marshal Gallaher seemed to be stunned by the female warrior's skilled gestures and swear words, he narrowed his eyes, and his face flushed with anger: "Your Highness, please pay attention to your identity, do not Saying such... indecent things."

Although the Marshal's voice was a little more serious this time, there was still a bit of condescension in his tone.

"...Marshal is going to be out of luck." Oliver whispered to Nemo, "Well, this feeling...Ann is really angry."

"Yes." Nemo took another half step back and dragged Oliver back together. "Be careful."

"I not only said it with my mouth, but I also beat you." An said word by word, and the other pointed. "I hate the way you talk to me, Salter. Since you don't understand human speech, there's a better way to explain—"

Marshal Gallagher looked at the **** in front of him, his face even redder. He took a deep breath very cultivated: "Please tell me, since you must be emotional."

"Fight with me, Master Marshal. One-on-one, weapons of your choice." Ann squeezed these words out of his teeth.

"I don't hit women, Your Highness."

"I didn't bully the mentally handicapped before, but this time I decided to make an exception."

"You don't lie too much...!"

"Don't talk nonsense, fight or not?"

"If this is your order, I hope you won't be willful then—"

"Oh, don't worry, I won't kill you." The female warrior snapped on her leather armor and drew a spear from her back. "When will it start? Let's do it now."

Gallagher looked at the female warrior across the table with a cold face, and stood up slowly.

She smiled sarcastically: "Oh yes... 'I forgive you for offending the Alastairs', you were waiting for that, weren't you?"

Jesse whistled, and Nemo snapped her mouth as she whistled. The soldiers began to stir, and Gallagher held out one, motioning for the guards to be quiet.

"It will be over soon anyway," he said, "Your Highness is just on impulse... You need to promise me, Your Highness. If I win, you can tell the truth about the forces behind you, and Be your princess, and things like war are not something women can interfere with."

"Yeah, it'll be over soon anyway." An's face still had a hair-raising smile on her face, "You have to promise me too, Mr. Wild Dog. If I win now..."

"Wild...?! Cough, please speak."

"If I win, please pour the water out of your head, okay?"