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Chapter 466 Camp
Chapter 466 Camp
Gray tents covered the entire grassland.
The land here is vast and open, and it seems that it could be turned into fertile fields with just a little cultivation.
It is said that no one in the Lorraine family's territory ever worries about bread.
Some say that what grows in the Lorraine family's wheat fields is not grain, but gold.
If this territory is truly as it is now, then this family should probably pay a heavy price.
The man leading the way had a small mustache and looked to be around thirty-five years old.
She has long, slightly wavy hair, a pointed chin, and a minor burn scar on her left cheek.
He led Tuscarola through the camp, and judging from his practiced gait, it was clear he knew the place very well.
Hiram turned and glanced at Tuscarola, asking:
"How old are you?"
Seventeen years old.
Despite Tuscarola's answer, she seemed somewhat unsure of herself.
Compared to others, she seemed to have missed half a year.
If that's the case, she's only sixteen and a half years old.
But in reality, there is no difference; having reached the point where she can no longer grow taller, she is simply an adult woman.
A short, adult woman, as Hiram looked at her with disbelief:
"Seventeen? You're not kidding, are you? You look so small, I'd believe you were only twelve!"
In fact, Tuscarola was only a fist's height taller than he was when he was twelve years old.
However, the man in front of him certainly wouldn't believe it.
Actually, when she first arrived at the library, she was about the same height as Annie.
She watched helplessly as Anne grew into a beautiful young woman, and Anne always comforted her with the word "adorable."
Tuscarola doesn't want to be cute; she'd rather be tall.
She knew Anne's aesthetic sense: tall, slender waist, and straight legs.
Anne herself was just that kind of girl.
Yes, very pleasing to the eye.
To be honest, Tuscarola sometimes envies or even gets jealous of Anne.
However, she would be happy if Anne could become even more beautiful.
Tuscarola is also good at comforting himself, since he doesn't care about other people's opinions anyway.
Well, being shorter is fine.
Tuscarola ignored Hiram's words and silently followed behind.
Hiram looked worried: "Anyway, whether you're really seventeen or not, since you're here, you have to be prepared to die. The previous assassin was an excellent warrior, but he's dead. Although no one has seen his body, my intelligence is accurate."
Tuscarola already knew that the woman named Brianna was not easy to deal with, so he dared not be careless this time.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have come looking for this person; instead, she would have gone directly to Harvest City to assassinate him from the front.
Is a blatant murder considered an assassination? Tuscarola wasn't entirely sure.
Hiram continued, "In short, Sir Freud will provide detailed information, and you will need his help."
As he spoke, Hiram looked Tuscarola up and down again, then sighed deeply.
Tuscarola couldn't help but think, "If I were as tall as Harriet, he certainly wouldn't be sighing."
They were all dressed in armor and helmets, and they were training in the open space.
Some were practicing archery, others were honing their marksmanship, and naturally, the captains were also drilling formations.
The thin layer of snow was crushed into ice crystals by the iron boots.
The ground was soaked with moisture, and the nearby soil was in a state of disrepair.
Although Lolotti mentioned that Tuscarola was a bit sloppy, in reality, she was just too lazy to tidy herself up.
She also felt a bit disgusted by the dirt.
Look, the edges of her shoes are covered in dirty mud, oh dear~
I really want to leave as soon as possible!
Hiram led her into a large tent.
The tent is black and round, taking up at least five times the space of a regular tent.
Several fully armed soldiers stood guard in front of the tent entrance, their spears gleaming with sharp points.
As the tent flap was lifted, a burly man with a thick beard, who was leaning against a maple table, looked over.
He glanced at Tuscarola once, and his expression immediately turned displeased:
"What are you doing bringing a little girl with you? Don't forget, you're a knight!"
"She said she's an adult," Hiram said.
"I'd rather you bring me a few warriors than prostitutes," the burly man said. "And if you're going to bring prostitutes, pick the hottest ones."
For some reason, Tuscarola was inexplicably angry.
They must have said she was a prostitute, and nothing else, yeah, that must be it.
Hiram said, "Sir Freud, she wasn't a prostitute, she was a warrior—at least, that's what she said herself."
I never said that, Tuscalola Passage, that I am not a warrior.
"A warrior?" Freud looked Tuscarola up and down again. "What do you mean?"
"A new assassin sent by the Block Alliance," Hiram said, scratching his head.
"An assassin? Her?" Freud spat as he spoke.
It's disgusting.
Hiram shrugged.
"With those skinny arms and legs, and as short as a pumpkin?" Freud said, pointing at Tuscarola.
Tuscalola regrets not asking Draco before setting off whether killing the contact would be against the rules.
Hiram said, "The Block Alliance has indeed accomplished many feats, such as assassinating the Patriarch during a ceremony in the Duchy of the Holy Envoy, but they suffered too many losses in the mission to assassinate Brianna Lorraine. Sending something like this isn't entirely incomprehensible—"
Something—Tuscarola felt her eyelids twitching.
"Even so, it should be explained clearly,"
As he spoke, Floyd looked at Tuscarola.
"Hey, woman, do you know what you're doing? Assassination isn't that simple, especially with that woman."
"These successive dukes of the Lorraine family must have borrowed power from demons; any family that offends them..."
None of them had a good ending.
"Do you know that the front line is dozens of miles away from here, but the command battalion dares not move forward even an inch? Do you know why?"
"It's because everyone knows how formidable that woman is, and they're afraid of losing their lives. If you know what's good for you, go back quickly and have your alliance leader send a reliable assassin."
At this point, Freud bent his index and middle fingers and tapped them heavily on the table.
"This is war! This is not a place for women!"
How verbose! Tuscalola couldn't help but think.
Moreover, her speaking skills are utterly insignificant compared to Anne's.
Tuscarola could never out-argue Anne, but she didn't find it difficult to out-argue the man in front of her.
She retorted, "You're saying this isn't a place for women?"
"Don't you have ears?" Freud glared at him.
"But why are you men so frightened by a woman, hiding dozens of miles away from the front lines?"
Silence fell over the tent after these words were spoken.
Moments later, Freud flew into a rage and drew his sword:
"What did you say?"
Tuscarola sighed and gently raised his right hand.
The magic circle flashed by.
The same applies to the rosy realm.
then--
"Clang~"
The sword in Freud's hand broke in two, and the blade fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Hiram and Floyd were stunned, speechless, their eyes wide with shock.
Tuscarola raised her chin, glanced at the two of them, and a lazy voice floated out from her thin lips:
"I don't like it when someone draws a sword in front of me."
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