Chapter 41 Chapter 41: I Love Dancing!
Chapter 41: I Love Dancing!
"Kevin, let's go."
W carried a large pile of packages and placed them into the armored vehicle's trunk.
As for Kevin, his hands were completely empty. She didn't have the guts to make this lord do manual labor.
She was indeed going on a mission, but he was literally just going on a trip. It's just that while traveling, he'd conveniently protect her little life that might be threatened at any moment.
At every critical moment, W could always accurately recognize her position. This was also one of the reasons she managed to survive on that wasteland until Heder picked her up.
"Shall I drive?"
"Sure."
Faced with the offer from the free driver, Kevin didn't refuse.
Under the astonished gazes of everyone, the cool vehicle that had been parked in Babel's parking lot for a long time slowly opened its doors on both sides. W cheered and eagerly rushed inside.
"I never thought this car really belonged to Instructor Kevin?"
"Cool! I want to drive it too."
"Forget it, with your mouse-like courage, you don't even dare to speak to Instructor Kevin, let alone borrow his car to drive."
"True. Not to mention anything else, those guys from the Engineering Department were practically drooling over this car back then..."
Under everyone's envious stares, the Fire Moth Model 53 Amphibious Armored Vehicle drove off into the distance, kicking up a trail of dust.
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Kevin rolled down the window. The flowing wind mixed with a hint of dust swept past, lifting the white strands of hair on his forehead.
"Kevin, tell me, why did you have to come to a godforsaken place like Kazdel?"
After thoroughly satisfying her craving for driving an armored vehicle, W habitually searched for a topic. But she really couldn't figure Kevin out. He was clearly so wealthy and seemed mysterious, with an identity that didn't appear lowly.
Why did he have to come to a bitter place like Kazdel?
If she and Kevin swapped places, she'd definitely run far away to Yan or Columbia. Oh, wait, that doesn't seem possible now either; Her Highness Theresa is still here.
W felt a bit conflicted, but after realizing it, she wanted to slap herself. Sarkaz curse It's not even mine, what am I conflicted about?
"Just that a friend mentioned this place."
"Does that friend have a grudge against you?"
"......"
W's one sentence left Kevin speechless. Realizing it herself, she smiled awkwardly.
Seems like she accidentally became a conversation killer again?
The journey was silent because W's mission target was located near the combat zone, so it would take about two days by car to get there.
Apart from active warfare, those small towns near the combat zones were often focal points of contention between Babel and the Military Committee forces.
Both sides went back and forth here, fighting quite vigorously!
Of course, since they're Sarkaz, you can't expect their methods of contention to be very gentle.
Inviting guests, beheading, taking them under their wing—most methods didn't exceed this range. Of course, members of the Military Committee tended to use the second method more often.
Or assassinating each other's diplomatic personnel—simple, crude, but effective methods.
In the evening, W parked the car beside a forest.
After a simple patrol around to confirm there were no ambushes,
W took out a small stove from the trunk that could conceal most of the firelight. This was a product from the Engineering Department. Although it looked somewhat crude, it genuinely helped field operators on missions.
It was much better than some flashy but impractical or even slightly hellish things, like those foot-powered wheelchairs designed by certain "geniuses"...
"Babel might not be great at other things, but the field rations are pretty decent. Want to try?"
W simply heated up the rations and even pulled out two featherbeast eggs from her pocket that she swiped from the cafeteria this morning. She even gave one to Kevin.
"Mhm."
Just as the two were enjoying their dinner for the day, a lively song drifted from far to near, carried by the wind into their ears.
W alertly raised her head, while Kevin showed no particular reaction.
"Let's go take a look."
W picked up her firearm, confirmed it was loaded, and then ducked into the grass. Kevin silently followed.
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A group of Sarkaz were singing and dancing around various treasure chests. Their voices were loud, and they seemed completely devoid of hostility.
As if afraid they couldn't attract others' attention.
It's a trap!
W wasn't stupid, and this setup was way too cliché—as if afraid people wouldn't know it was a trap?
After observing, W was about to pull Kevin away from this troublesome place when a Sarkaz dancer noticed them—no, more accurately, only noticed her.
"Since our guest has seen us, why not join us in dancing? We are willing to share our gains."
The dancer had a fair complexion, white hair reaching her hips, red eyes. Her pointed ears and black horns proved her Sarkaz racial identity. A black form-fitting dress accentuated her figure—intoxicating like poison.
"Come on, let's dance together."
The dancer moved with light dance steps toward where W was hiding while extending an invitation to her.
So fast!
Alarm bells rang in W's mind. She emerged from the grass while forcing a somewhat stiff smile onto her face:
"Of course I'll go. I love dancing the most..."
Once the dancer reached a specific distance, W instantly performed an agile roll. The firearm hidden under her cloak revealed its menacing muzzle.
Bang! Boom!
The light from explosives and gunfire instantly engulfed the dancer's figure. This seemed to also sound the battle horn. That group of Sarkaz all took out their weapons with ill intentions and gathered here.
No! That's not right!
She didn't hit that one.
W's pupils contracted. The sound of windrushed in (approached). She subconsciously drew the dagger from her leg holster and stabbed fiercely toward a spot behind her.
The dancer who appeared behind her saw the dagger stabbing straight toward her face and was somewhat surprised by W's reaction speed. Blood-stained claws swept past, knocking away this dagger. W thus temporarily escaped danger.
"Sarkaz curse! We're surrounded!"
But as she looked around and saw the circle of Sarkaz people already surrounding them, W's expression turned ugly.
It was only because the firearm she was holding still had some deterrent power; otherwise, she probably would have been swarmed and killed long ago. She knew the principle of "even a master can be beaten to death by random punches."
"Why? You would have been fine if you just danced with us~"
A smile appeared on the dancer's face, instantly making W's blood pressure rise again.
"You Sarkaz curse Vampire! Dance? I'll Victoria expletive you!"
The dancer seemed to be enjoying the thrill of prey struggling. Not only was she not angered by W's insults, but the smile on her face grew even more delighted.
"Huff~ Looks like at this point, there's only one move left."
Under the dancer's curious gaze, W took a deep breath, gathered her energy in her dantian (core), and then her voice instantly echoed through half the forest:
"Kevin save me————!!!"
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