Cold Star Blade

Barred hesitated: "This..."

The boss was waiting to see the compromising expression on his face, but unexpectedly, Scarlett approached him on his own initiative.

It was only when I got close to my eyes that I felt the daunting oppressive force of this woman's tall stature.

With a blank face, she said coldly: "I'm afraid you can't stand my type."

The boss suddenly felt that these two days were really unlucky, and seemed to be blind.The indifferent aura on Scarlett made him, an old crocodile who had been in the business world for several years, feel bad immediately.

So, he quickly changed his face, and said in a friendly tone: "Well, I don't like to force others, but you have to leave something as collateral, and you have to sign a note of arrears."

They followed the boss into the half-remaining shop.Ba Ruide didn't read the note carefully, and threw it to Scarlett.

Scarlett scanned it, her beautiful slender eyebrows furrowed tightly, and said, "Mr. Barrett, are you sure you want to sign this amount?"

Barrett seemed to shake his hand at the shopkeeper and said: "Sign it, if you don't pay it back, I will have to sell you." After finishing speaking, he also polished his white teeth at Scarlett.

"..." Scarlett seemed to have no choice but to press the paper on the table, took the pen, and signed two names.

The boss wondered, "Why is she signing it for you?"

Contemporary verification of handwriting has a high degree of identification by the identification mechanism. The boss is not afraid of being deceived, but just curious.

Ba Ruide grinned grinningly: "My wife, of course, is in charge of finances. She is my only property now. If I can't pay it back, I will give her to you to pay off the debt."

The boss's lustful eyes couldn't help lingering on the woman again, and then pointed to Ba Ruide's neck: "This necklace of yours can be used as a mortgage."

Ba Ruide quickly pinched the chain between the skirts: "This..."

The boss was cunning and cunning: "Don't bargain with me, this is the bottom line, keep this chain, you can get a good job, this is a good deal."

Barred gritted his teeth, pulled off the chain and pressed it on the table.

It was a silver chain, not worth much, but the pendant was a shield carved from Ice Tears Stone. Ice Tears Stone was extremely brittle and fragile, and it was rare to see it carved into such a fine shape.

The distribution of the underground city is like an ant nest. There are underground passages connecting the three large urban areas, and there are many branched functional small urban areas around them, such as energy areas, industrial areas, breeding areas, garbage disposal areas, and so on.

Barrett and the others took the cableway high-speed train to Megara City in the second district.As expected, the boss introduced them to an officer of the Angel Masonic Society.

On the surface, the Freemasonry is a community service union, doing work to build the urban environment, visit poor residents, provide relief benefits, solve unemployed people, and make the best use of all characters as much as possible.

"Finding the greatest survival value for you" is the slogan of the Freemasonry.

"Why is there such an exaggerated slogan..." Seeing the dazzling neon sign at the entrance of the Masonic Office, Barrett couldn't help muttering softly.

Scarlet frowned, not sure if she had any objections to Barrett's words or the slogan.

The boss said mockingly: "Under the shadow of war, how many people lose themselves and are at a loss. Most of the people who come to this planet are like this. Don't say it, this slogan is very popular here."

Ba Ruide said in a playful tone, "Don't they all go to the battlefield and fight the alliance?"

The boss sneered: "Then why did you come here?"

Ba RuiDe had no choice but to be vague and perfunctory: "Well... all kinds of chances and coincidences."

The boss said coldly: "In the early years, everyone was full of passion and fought for the empire and the emperor. But now it is different, the royal family is not popular with the people, and the current marshal is a nobleman. Although his character is remarkable, but There are still quite a few people who are unwilling to accept the nobleman's call."

"Why?" Ba Ruide was quite inquisitive, "The nobles provided them with job opportunities, established social welfare funds, injected large sums of money into education and public security, provided disaster relief, opened up wasteland, and supported the future of the empire. Why are they unwilling to respond? A call from the nobility? Do you want to engage in democracy and freedom?"

The boss said disapprovingly: "For 800 years of the Great Galaxy Empire, the Dionrich family created a bloody path among the thorns, unified the Milky Way, and completed the great cause of the only political power in human history. Let us regardless of national boundaries, regardless of race, Integrating regardless of religious beliefs, the royal family and the families of the founding heroes have always been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. But look at what the previous Jagged King did!"

Ba Ruide chatted casually: "Isn't the iron-blooded emperor's suppression of civilians caused by the mutiny of Marshal Danteria and his party members?"

The boss sighed: "Everyone was convinced that this was the case, but there are still various rumors about the cause of the Marshal's death. In addition, the death of the previous Imperial Yotsuba General Kisia Lien was rumored to be a conspiracy by the upper class. , and the royal family supported Marshal Ellen, of course many people began to lean towards conspiracy theories."

Barrett glanced at the silent Scarlett from the corner of his eye, and said with an unscrupulous smile, "But Marshal Ellen has a good reputation among the public."

As expected of an old loach, the boss smiled meaningfully and said, "That's also the result of the media's deliberate hype and propaganda. He is a noble dog after all!"

"Cough..." Barrett raised his hand to his lips and smacked it lightly, then glanced at the charming and charming Scarlett, whose icy face seemed to be covered with frost, and remained silent.

There were almost no twists and turns in joining the Freemasonry. The affairs officer expressed impassionedly that all homeless exiles were welcome to join them, and then efficiently got them to sign labor contracts and provide accommodation.

The accommodation conditions are unsatisfactory. The room is remodeled from a warehouse. The bedroom, kitchen, toilet and other functions are integrated in a space less than ten square meters.The gray walls were stained with oily smoke, the floor was still stained with blood, and a naked light bulb hung from the ceiling.

Ba Ruide said bluntly: "Has anyone died here?"

The officer said: "I have died several times, there are always some guys who can't think about it, but the two of you don't seem to be able to do it, do you?"

Ba Ruide then pointed to the one-meter-wide bed against the wall, and complained, "It's too small!"

The officer patted him and said, "Isn't it more passionate to be younger, but the woman who fucks you at night advises you not to be too hard, the sound insulation effect here is equivalent to a public release."

Barrett curled his lips, and said with a wicked smile: "My woman can bear it, it's okay." He also deliberately turned his head and asked Scarlett: "Darling, are you satisfied?"

"..." Facing the role setting, Scarlett couldn't say anything, but nodded slowly.

The affairs officer joked: "Your woman is very sensible, she looks like a girl from a good family, how can she keep up with you?"

Barrett looked at Scarlett and said complacently, "She loves me so much that she can't even shake her off."

Scarlett's face was sullen and pure, but she didn't say a word, she just sat down on the edge of the only bed she could sit on, with one leg resting on the other, her back straight and graceful.

"Such a good woman, cherish it!" The clerk clicked his tongue enviously, patted Ba Ruide's shoulder heavily, and retreated in a lonely, empty and cold manner.

Although there was no audience, Ba Ruide still had a deep smile and said, "Lili, it seems that I should cherish you? Or, why don't we just live in seclusion like this?"

"..." It's hard to believe that Marshal Ellen, who is wearing the appearance of "Scarlett", can keep his face.

"Ba Ruide" hooked her waist slightly, as if to kiss her.

The marshal whispered in his ear: "First check if there are needle-hole probes and bugs."

As night fell, there was a small, high window in the room, a ray of moonlight came in, passed over the head of the bed, and hit the wall.

In the dark, the two seemed to be doing a fake show for real.

Black said in a low voice: "Marshal, if you are like this, I really want to..."

"..."

The marshal remained silent, and slowly relaxed.

There was a piece of moonlight on Black's forehead, allowing him to see the woman's face slightly.

This is not something that can be pretended at all, he said with a headache: "If I knew it, I shouldn't pretend to be a couple..." He seemed to take a breath of half-truth, and continued: "We are a Beta and an Alpha... Regardless of personal How about the taste, Alpha still appeals to me..."

As if to explain his uncontrollable physiological reaction, he laughed hoarsely and helplessly.If it were placed in the ancient earth era, this situation would be like men and women lying together with their clothes off, and nothing can be justified if nothing happens.

The Marshal suddenly said, "Are you still in the same place?"

"..." Blake couldn't believe that the person under him would ask such a question at this time, and slightly embarrassed: "Why...ask like this?"

The marshal said: "The movement is very rusty."

"..." Blake ran over a hundred grass and mud horses in an instant, and after a while, he said dryly, "We are just acting."

The marshal is really confusing sometimes, he said in a calm tone: "Let me take the initiative."

"..."

It may be that he has been used to being a commander all the year round. When the marshal said that he should take the initiative, he was not asking for advice, but directly turned it into action. He turned over, switched positions with Black, and knelt by his waist, keeping his skirt on the key parts.

Long hair hanging down, blocking Black's face.

Blake found himself able to relax his expression.The Marshal is the superior, so Black will naturally obey him no matter what.And the lying down position was not as awkward for him as before.

Under the cover of his hair, he didn't need to make fake expressions anymore, so he had the time to joke: "If I were an Omega, I don't know if I would just shoot myself off now?"

The marshal really didn't like this kind of jokes, the moonlight shone on his face, his cold face showed an expression of pain and unbearable, and at the same time, there seemed to be a trace of indifference.

But he said again: "If you want to misfire, even if you are a Beta or Alpha, you will still misfire."

Blake thought about the meaningless words.

In fact, there is still a lot of space under the skirt, and the Marshal keeps a distance, controlling it better than Black.

Blake didn't know which tendon was twitching, and suddenly asked: "Marshal has marked..."

The marshal interrupted forcefully: "Shut up, it's not suitable for chatting at this time."