Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 254: Gossip

After dinner, Alan wiped Qianjun. When the scraper cloth slid too heavily, Allen felt as if it was connected to the weapon in flesh and blood. Even if it was a divine weapon, it still needed to cultivate emotions in order to display its greatest power. If he couldn't cultivate his emotions with weapons, he wouldn't be able to overcome the saber intent first. After this period of time, Allen and Qianjun had finally developed such a subtle emotion.

Qianjun was in his hand, like an extension of his arm, without any unnatural feeling.

At this moment, a knock sounded on the door.

Alan opened the door and saw Lucy with her hands behind her back. The girl stretched her nose and sniffed him hard. "What are you doing?" Alan smiled.

"I'm looking to see if that woman Windsor Belo did anything to you." Lucy said solemnly.

Alan let her in, picked up Chiyo and put on a posture, saying, "She's my teacher, what would she do to me?"

Then he raised Chiyo high and was about to chop when he heard Lucy say, "Well, it's hard to say. I heard you have an aphrodisiac perfume that increases male hormones so much that you fall in love with women blindly."

The next slash was crooked, completely devoid of saber momentum.

"How is that possible?" Alan smiled embarrassedly. "Teacher won't use this kind of thing on me."

"Naive!" Lucy crossed her arms around her chest, trying to highlight her slightly green breasts. "I'm also a woman, so I know Windsor Belo better than you do. You have to understand that no matter how strong she is, she's still a woman. Do you really think that she can always be so strong and prop up the family with her own martial arts?" She said.

"What does this have to do with me?"

"Of course." Lucy said seriously, "Windsor Belo always has to find a man to marry. If she doesn't do that, there are plenty of ideas." Although she is quite famous now, in my opinion, her foundation is too shallow. Right now, the new party's style was strong, but it lacked the foundation of an old aristocrat like Marshal Capulo. If anything goes wrong with the new party, the old party takes advantage of it. When the time comes, the most direct way to deal with the New Party is to make Windsor Belo her own person. Is there anything easier to change a person's faction than marriage? "

Alan looked at Lucy as if he had met a girl for the first time.

Lucy continued, "As long as the old party is strong enough to take advantage of it, Windsor Belo will have to think carefully about the family, even if she doesn't want to. Besides, her weaknesses are not limited to the family, for example, Sirius has some kind of crisis?"

Her prompt was obvious enough that Alan could not find a reason to deny it. Sirius was Windsor Belo's painstaking effort. Even if she didn't think for herself, she had to take care of the members of this legion. An officer like Gao Lei also had his own family or even family. At that time, everything would be affected, and if the general trend were to change, Windsor Belo would probably have no choice but to surrender.

"But your teacher is a smart person. You can tell from her selection of students among the nobles." Lucy chuckled dryly, "It's a good idea to join forces with other nobles against Capullo's team and choose a man from among them who has the potential and suits her desires to make up for her lack of resources."

Alan finally understood what Lucy meant. He shook his head and said, "You're overthinking it. Even though I'm from Bethcote, you should know who I am. Even if I become the successor now, it doesn't mean I can become the Patriarch in the future. In the end, the situation between me and my teacher is somewhat similar."

In Beth Cordery, Ellen did not have the support of her father, and like Windsor Belo, she was also a person with a shallow background. Lucy knew that, but said, "That's why Windsor Belo is more likely to have an idea for you."

"Why?" Alan couldn't help but ask.

'"Very simple. If she supports you with all her might, it will be difficult for you to become the Patriarch. When the time comes, with a family as well-rounded as Beth Cod to assist her, she will not be Marshal Greed, but Her Highness the Queen!"

Alan opened his mouth wide, unable to say a word for a long time.

Lucy sat down on his bed and looked at the electronic clock on the wall. "It's almost time for you to see her. Although you're unwilling, if Windsor Belo wants to, you can accept it. You're not at a disadvantage anyway, and she's more helpful to you than me. Damn, that woman's body is better than mine!"

Seeing that Lucy was at a loss for words, Alan awkwardly slipped out. He shook his head, feeling that Lucy was wishful thinking. Throwing the girl's words behind his back, he left the dormitory with Qianjun in his hand.

Coming to the training hall, there were still soldiers training in combat at night, but tonight was exceptionally quiet. It was Gao Lei who gave the training hall to Windsor Belo and Allen. Alan pushed open the door. The training hall was brightly lit. Windsor Belo stood on a training equipment with her back facing him. She did not know what she was thinking. Alan could only cough dryly, and Windsor Belo's shoulders moved slightly and she suddenly fell down.

Even though she knew that Windsor Belo would not suffer any damage even if she fell, Alan was still shocked. She hooked her legs to the crossbar and looked at Allen upside down, "You're on time."

Her purple hair fell to the ground. Although she did not fall off, her skirt fell to her waist, revealing two snow-white thighs. Alan hurriedly turned his face away, lest he should see something he shouldn't. Then the wind blew and Windsor Belo had already flipped over. She clapped her hands and stood up. "Why don't you look at me? It's very impolite."

Alan didn't know how to answer, but his eyes darkened. Windsor Belo had already walked up to him. The female marshal was a little taller than Allen. She bent down slightly, her face almost touching Allen's nose, revealing a malicious smile. Windsor Belo said, "I haven't seen you in a while, you seem to have grown taller and taller. Are you becoming more and more like a man? I say, Allen, do you want to try being my man?"

"What!" Alan almost jumped up and took a few steps back, looking at his teacher at a loss.

Windsor Belo laughed heartily, tears rolling down her eyes. "I'm lying to you," she said. "You only have this little courage, and you dare to run to the Saber Demon Sacred Trace. Fortunately, you didn't lose your life."

Ellen heaved a sigh of relief and protested, "How is that the same, teacher?"

"Hey, are you saying that I'm more terrifying than the Saber Demon?" Windsor Belo said with her waist crossed.

Alan thought to himself. To some extent, this was indeed the case. He naturally wouldn't say it out loud, but fortunately Windsor Belo didn't dwell too much on this issue. The marshal waved his hand and said, "Come, show me your hands. Use your full strength to slash me."

"Is there no problem like this?" Alan hesitated.

Windsor belo snorted, "do you really think you can cut me to death with one knife? Cut the crap, come on."

Alan nodded, took a deep breath, and rushed forward with his saber. Just as he was about to approach Windsor Belo, Qianjun raised his saber and whistled the Thunder Blade, sweeping it towards the marshal's slender waist.

Windsor Belo stretched out her slender hand and dived into Qianjun's blade light. She unexpectedly used her two fingers to easily grip/tighten the heavy blade. '"Am I not clear enough? I said use your full strength. Is this your full strength?" He said as he gently slashed his hand on Allen's head.

Then, he pushed Allen away with his saber.

Ellen didn't want to be looked down on by her and raised Qianjun solemnly. Activating the Origin Energy, the Liaoyuan Blade's inscription immediately formed on his forehead. With a boom, Qianjun Dao spat out a pillar of heavenly flame that was several meters long and circled in mid-air like a dragon. The flames burned and gave birth to an imposing aura. Windsor Belo nodded and said, "This is what it looks like."

"Be careful." Allen suddenly pressed down on the blade, the heavy blade pressing down on the sky fire, pulling out a flash of extinguishing arc.

Flame breath flashed towards Windsor Belo's waist. The female priest stretched out her hand and held the orange arc in the air. Flame breath flashed instantly, and as Windsor Belo's fingers closed, the arc gradually shrunk, and she finally held it in her hand. No matter how he opened his palm, there was no flaming figure. The flames and Origin Energy were instantly annihilated by Windsor Belo with absolute power.

Alan broke out in cold sweat. He had already predicted that the flash of flames would never hurt a hair of Windsor Belo, but he had never thought that it would be resolved so easily. This move of hers was a hundred times more difficult than detonating with Origin Energy!

Windsor Belo clapped her hands and said, "Pressing the flames into the saber Qi and increasing the sharpness of the saber Qi with the high temperature heat energy, this kind of battle skill can be considered careless. Let me see how you react next."

After saying that, his figure disappeared, and when he reappeared, he silently stuck to Allen's left. Alan wiped his flawless white palm at his neck. Alan had no doubt that this palm filled with Origin Energy could easily cut off his head. In this situation, it was almost impossible to evade. Allen swept his saber and slashed at Windsor Belo's neck.

The heavy blade only swept through the air and Windsor Belo's figure disappeared. Alan looked around and couldn't see her. After that, he was lightly beaten on the head and raised his head to see the female marshal standing on the heavy saber.

Windsor Belo put her hands on her hips and nailed them to Qianjun's knife as if they weren't weightless. She shook her head and said, "Idiot, who would use their eyes to catch an opponent?" One must know that one's senses are often slower than one's perception. When experts compete, all of them rely on their locking auras to determine their positions and distances. Only then can they have a clear target. If you had used your facial features to capture an opponent like this, you would have been killed countless times. "

What she said was nothing but experience, and it was of great inspiration and help to Allen. However, she was tall and condescending. From Allen's point of view, the scenery between the skirts could be seen almost at a glance. Alan lowered his head and said, "Well, can you come down and talk about it?"

Windsor Belo smiled and jumped down from the knife. She approached Alan and said, "Looks like my little Alan has grown up. Come, quickly tell the teacher, have you eaten His Highness Lucy?"

"It can't be!" Alan had a headache. It turned out that Windsor Belo would also have a time for gossip.