NOVPUBChapter 1485: 666 Reminiscent of Old Times_5 Chapter 1485: 666 Reminiscent of Old Times_5 Nando glanced at her, “Put the things down and leave.”
The maid had a fair complexion and a gentle, refined appearance.
She had a classical Eastern look.
When she placed the teapot on the desk, her gentle and graceful figure exuded a serene beauty.
Nando’s heart inexplicably fluttered.
He suddenly grabbed her hand, causing the woman to let out a startled yelp.
Her face flushed with shyness.
“General…” Her delicate voice was soft enough to melt bones.
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The man’s eyes were still clear.
He pulled her into his arms and took a whiff of her hair.
“My study has always been off-limits for women, didn’t you know?”
The woman bit her lip and spoke softly, “General, I…
I’m new here and unaware of the rules, please forgive me…”
The man curled his lips, his rough fingers caressing her delicate neck.
The woman, soft as if boneless, leaned against his broad chest.
“Why bother?” Nando smirked.
The woman looked up, her almond-shaped eyes misty, staring pitifully at Nando.
Nando caressed her face obsessively, “Tell your mistress for me, that I will always stay loyal to her, until I die.”
“If she’s still not convinced, she can kill me.”
He flicked his wrist, taking a dagger into his hand.
He pressed the dagger into her hand, forcing her to point the blade at his heart.
The woman, frightened, dropped the knife and fell to her knees, her body trembling with fear.
“Get out.”
Nando leaned against his desk, visibly annoyed.
The woman, as if pardoned, hastily left the study.
Nando sat alone in silence, chuckling coldly to himself.
“So, you are indeed a woman with a heart of stone.”
After a while, his confidant, Atton Rowney, came up to him and whispered something in his ear.
Nando sprang up, “What did you say?”
“It’s true, the man is currently in Inracetales, being protected by the Silver Armor Guard.
Our people can’t even get close.”
Nando sneered, “She really is…
still holding onto old affection.”
Nando slowly rose, “I want to meet this man who she just can’t forget after all these years, to see who he truly is.”
“General,” Atton Rowney hastily added, “Will such an act anger the Holy Master?”
Nando raised an eyebrow, “I am hoping she will get angry.”
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Peter Aria was sitting under the lamp, studying the local language.
The Percival language is a system in itself, highly complex.
Without a natural gift for languages, it’s nearly impossible to become proficient in a short amount of time.
As he was puzzling over a word, the door to his room suddenly swung open.
The local security was better than Peter Aria had imagined.
At least, in the half month since he arrived, he had not been harassed due to his foreign features.
Of course, this might be due to the Hook Snake’s protection.
Therefore, when an unfamiliar man barged into his room, Peter Aria knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for had finally arrived.
The man was tall, with an incredibly handsome mixed-race face.
He was in his early thirties.
His deep blue eyes shimmered with a frigid light that was intimidating.
The man emanated a deeply suppressed menacing air, which made him appear even more dangerous.
Those deep blue eyes were staring at him, and Peter Aria immediately felt the man’s intense hostility towards him — a sort of superiority and judgment that was extremely uncomfortable.
“May I know the reason for your visit?” Peter Aria asked in fluent Percival.
The man watched him quietly, “What’s your name?”
Peter Aria was taken aback.
This man was remarkably proficient in Chinese.
“May I know the purpose of your late-night visit?”
“What is your name?” The man’s impatience was palpable.
Peter Aria slowly straightened his back, calmly meeting the man’s gaze, “Gentlemanly conversation relies on sincerity.
Unfortunately, I cannot sense it in you.”
The man chuckled coldly, “You illegally entered the country and broke the law.
Take him away.”
Two guards entered the room and seized Peter Aria.
Peter Aria furrowed his brows, “What do you mean by this?”
He didn’t answer Peter Aria’s question, instead ordered his men to take him away.
“General.” The Hook Snake emerged from the shadows, “This man is under the protection of the Holy Master.
I don’t think it’s appropriate for you to do this.”
When the man laughed, his stern features took on an intimidating aura.
He was gritting his teeth, as if suppressing some emotion.
“Then let the Holy Master come to me.”
