Another hour and a half later, Erica rushed into the place where she had parked on a BMW F800 GS alone. Then, under the guidance of the messenger, she boarded a carriage with the Michel family's emblem, and then the special carriage rushed into the inner city from the south gate like a speeding sped. Of course, this speeding sped naturally could not be compared with Erica's carriage just now, but this rapid atmosphere still made Erica feel the seriousness of the matter.

About an hour ago, while driving home with everyone, she met Chris' sentry on the edge of the forest. The other party gave her an emergency letter. With the help of Miss Norma, she learned that Chris had something important to meet with her. However, considering the people in the car, Erica chose to go home first and then return herself. Although she had already thought about various possibilities while on the way, such as the new progress of Enval or the new information that the Solis spies they had caught back before revealed.

But these possibilities are just speculations. In fact, she still can't figure out why Chris was so anxious to meet her, so she kept the highest speed on the road and rushed from the Selida Forest to Wilkes City. Although high-speed galloping was indeed something that made Erica's blood gush, the bumpy and mud road that should have been pleasant became extremely bumpy, so that Erica almost lost balance when she got off the motorcycle outside the city. Fortunately, Chris had prepared a carriage for Erica, because Erica was beaten to death and didn't want to ride anything. Not to mention anything else, her thighs wouldn't agree.

After the carriage arrived at the entrance of the city hall, Erica got off the carriage and saw a large number of noble carriages at the entrance. It seemed that the banquet for the nobles was not over yet. However, Erica was not interested in this. After she jumped out of the car, she followed the guards of a team of knights led by Miles and entered the main entrance of the city hall.

"Ms. Selected, Miss Michel is waiting for you inside." Miles stood at the entrance of the stairs and gestured.

When he sent Erica to the entrance of the three-story staircase in the town hall, Miles did not dare to take a step forward because the entire third floor was martial law, and no one except Chris's personal guard was allowed to step forward, so he could only let Erica's stomach go to the third floor.

Erica is still confused until now. After all, when the carriage was used to pick her up, there were a lot of cavalry armed forces to open the way. This highly guarded formation was really a bit inexplicably nervous.

"Where should I go?" Erica asked to a guard carefully after climbing the stairs.

"Please follow me." The guard smiled naturally, and then took the initiative to walk in front to lead the way for Erica.

The place they were going was not too far away, but in fact, it was the most obvious door in the corridor. However, when the car was about 20 steps closer to the door, the guard also stopped, and then she signaled that Erica would go there alone.

Erica did not hesitate at all. She walked straight to the very thick door, and she pushed the door open without knocking.

At this moment, in the reception room inside the door, Chris was listening carefully to Patrick's description of the battle situation. Although Patrick had never been to the battlefield there, he still found out the extremely detailed battle process through his special intelligence network. He even met a guard who had just escaped from the Salanka Pass the night before he came, and learned first-hand front-line information from the other party. His understanding of the battle situation at that time was even more detailed than his father, Grand Duke Mihair.

Facing Erica who suddenly came in, Patrick, who was still immersed in thinking just now, was simply unprepared. At the moment when the door was opened, he was so frightened that he hurriedly looked back, but because of the moment of excessive tension, his feet did not move with each other at the moment of turning around, which led to an imbalance and falling.

Erica was also very surprised. After all, when she entered the door, she saw a fat man weighing at least 200 kilograms suddenly falling to the ground. And the noise caused by his weight hitting the wooden floor was definitely quite a bit. In short, Erica stood at the door and did not go in, thinking that she heard a large number of messy footsteps coming from the corridor.

However, Erica did not do anything. She paused for a moment and stepped into the living room. However, she did not intend to go directly to find Chris, but walked straight to the nearby wine counter. Then she opened the wine counter and took out a bottle of fruit wine to pour herself a cup of mellow and rich fruit wine, and took out a box of very high-end cigars from the cabinet next to her to prepare for cutting. At the same time, behind her, the guards and knights of the brigade had already rushed into the living room, but when they stepped into the door, they were scolded by Chris. After everyone left and closed the door, Erica sat on the nearby sofa with a cigar in her mouth, holding the wine glass and watching Chris walk over with a very embarrassed fat man.

"Good afternoon, Erica... Let me introduce you to you, this one is..." Chris smiled and reached out to Patrick.

"Your brother?" Erica asked before the other party could finish her words, her tone was very casual, and she took a sip of the cigar after asking.

Chris and Patrick were both very surprised because although Patrick had met each other before, she was confident that the other party did not know who she was. Chris was also very curious because she had never told Erica anything about her family before. When she opened her mouth and planned to say something to answer the topic, she suddenly coughed twice uncontrollably, interrupting the expected rhythm. Seeing this, Erica hurriedly stood up and went to the table behind, and quickly extinguished the cigar in her hand in a dedicated ashtray.

"Sorry... I haven't smoked for a long time, I'm a little greedy..." Erica put out the cigar and returned to the reception table, then sat across from the two and said: "I heard Diana tell me something before, the content is that there is a fat eldest son in the Mihair family. As the eldest son of the duke, he has many black industries under his name. One of them is a notorious underground brothel in the northern region, where there are many forced women... including children."

Hearing Erica suddenly said this, Chris looked at Patrick in panic, but unexpectedly, the other party was basically the same as Chris, and the only difference was that his expression contained some disgust and shame.

Patrick's performance Erica also saw it, then she raised her eyebrows and said, "Oh? It's really an accident."

"Ms. Selected, I really don't know..." Patrick's head was red, and he stood up with gritted teeth and said, "Please allow me to go back and investigate carefully, if..."

"No need, that brothel was destroyed by Diana last year. However, the manager of that place once threatened that 'Earl Gats will not give up' and so on..." At this point, Erica stood up and bowed slightly to Patrick with a smile and said, "Hello, His Excellency Patrick Michel, Earl Gats."

Under Erica's ironic greeting, Patrick gritted his teeth and responded. Patrick was indeed extremely ashamed at this moment, but his shame was not because his black industry was exposed by outsiders, but because someone put his name on a brothel. In fact, this kind of business is not legal in the public, but in fact it is not illegal, because there are no laws related to it. Of course, except for tax laws. The nobles are always glamorous, so the black industry is never directly under their own name, especially places like brothels, which are the top priority.

Patrick doesn't care whether the brothel belongs to him or not. He only cares about the idiot who promotes his relationship with this kind of place, because the other party's words are undoubtedly insulting his reputation. Even if his reputation is not very good in the country, it is just a negative on another level. If people in the aristocratic circle learn about this, I'm afraid Patrick will instantly become a joke for everyone, and he will still be the kind of person who ignores his enemies and friends.

"Ms. Selected... Where is that room? Who is that manager?" Patrick quickly changed into a smile and asked Erica. No matter from which perspective, he made a kind expression to talk to Erica.

"It's in Gats City, I don't know who it is. Anyway, I heard that he is a bald and very thin nobleman." Erica replied casually, "But he is dead, this is all about half a year ago."

Erica didn't care about this kindness. The reason why she deliberately showed Patrick's tit-for-tat performance when she first met was to try to humiliate or anger the other party, because she did have the idea of ​​beating the fat man at the beginning. As for the reason, it was because Diana had been in pursuit for nearly half a year since destroying the place, which resulted in damage to her weapons and suffered considerable injuries. In the end, in order to avoid the pursuit, she chose to run to her aunt, Seviin Meligier, to avoid it.

Diana herself doesn't care about this matter, but for Erica, who is eager to take revenge now, it has become a very pungent problem. After all, she plans to go to the north to seek revenge from Solis. If she stops in the road to solve another guy who has hurt Diana, it will be a pleasant appetizer. However, what Erica unexpectedly encountered the "behind the scenes boss" before departure. Although Erica really wants to "take revenge", she is not rude. After all, just think about it carefully and you can understand that the fat man in front of you doesn't care whether he knows it or not, because he may not even know who Diana is, so even if he beats him to death, Erica will not feel any pleasure.

Besides, this guy is Chris's brother. Even if the relationship is not good, the blood relationship is stronger than any friendship. If Erica really attacks him, the little friendship between Chris and himself is probably going to be broken.

It is rare that Erica can have "ordinary" friends other than Aphrola and others. If it is to count the order, Chris is actually the second friend she met after coming to this world. Although the two did not have much interaction, this is the case, and Erica herself cherishes this friendship very much.

"Chris, are you asking me for urgent matters?" After a kind greeting, Erica finally brought the topic back to the main topic.

"Yes..." Chris nodded calmly.

Although she was trying hard to hide her shame, Erica still noticed some subtle performances. Chris was nervous and a little ashamed. In Erica's opinion, it seemed that she did not intend to face herself as a friend, which made Erica frown slightly.

"Who are you representing now?" Erica looked at Patrick next to her and continued, "What do I want to do?"

Chris was silent for a moment, then she stood up and bowed slightly to Erica and said, "On behalf of the Principality of Michel, I have made a request to Erica, the lady of the God-Selected, and we... want... want to buy some weapons from you."

Chris changed his tone many times in this passage, and he always felt that this was not what she had planned to say at the beginning, but now this request still made Erica stunned. Patrick next to Chris also looked at Chris with a dumbfounded look, as if he was surprised by what the other party said.

After hearing this, Erica fell into silence, and the atmosphere in the living room became very quiet. Chris and Patrick were both waiting for Erica's answer nervously, especially Patrick. He was in a very chaotic heart at this moment, because he didn't understand why Chris changed his mind temporarily and replaced the remarks that he had requested to hire the other party to buy weapons.

Hiring Erica and asking her to go to Fort Maria in the North to help Adrian resist the Duke of Noske's army. This is the conclusion that Chris and Patrick came to the beginning. Of course, this result was proposed by Patrick. Although there was no problem in his opinion, Chris was neither sure nor opposed to this proposal, so Patrick agreed that Chris agreed to this point at that time. But now it seems that Chris has been insisting on something, and Patrick neither knows nor dares to ask randomly about this. After all, the cross-dressed woman in front of him is not an ordinary civilian.

"Feel sorry……"

After a long silence, Erica still responded that Chris took for granted.

And just before Chris could breathe a sigh of relief, Erica looked up and smiled at her.

"I think you want to buy weapons... it's for the war in the north, right? Unfortunately, Chris, I do want to help you, but my current weapons are not enough for me..." Erica picked them up and was fed with a sip of fruit wine. Then she leaned happily on the back of the sofa, calmly pulled open her jacket and exposed the two Glock 37s inside and said with a smile: "If you want to get two for yourself, I can even give you one for free. If you want to use them to arm your army, maybe I can introduce another guy to you in a while, but if it's used to face the war in the north... I really can't help."

"Is that...that's really a pity." Although Chris said that, her expression showed a sigh of relief.

Patrick next to him was completely opposite to him. Although he didn't know what Erica's weapon was, he still understood that the other party had just rejected Chris' request, so he was so anxious that he couldn't sit still. However, he couldn't find any topic to talk to Erica, so at this moment he could only keep opening his mouth and keeping his mouth in a tangled look of wanting to speak but stopping.

"By the way, I heard you came to me this afternoon. Is there anything wrong?" Chris began to chat with Erica calmly.

"Oh, this...I'm going to ask you about the information about the North." Erica poured herself a glass of wine again and said, "I'm going there in a few days..."

"Go...what do?" After mentioning "North" again, Chris' expression became nervous again.

"Well... some time ago, when I was in the ruins of Enval, Solis's people gave me a big gift, so I'm going to go back to them..." Erica licked her lips after drinking it again and said, "I want to go to Fort Maria, but I'm worried that the army of the Principality would not allow me to go there, so..."

Patrick suddenly became happy after hearing this, because the other party's meaning was clearly that she had a marriage with the Kingdom of Solis and was not small, so she wanted to go to the north to fight against Solis' army... Anyway, she was hostile to the other party. This was simply a pie from the sky for the Principality. Of course, if the other party's strength was really as powerful as Chris said, let alone forcing the Duke of Noske to retreat, it would probably be empty talk to annihilate them.

But when Chris heard Erica's words, she had another idea, because she had always been worried that if she asked Erica for help, no matter how she argued, she would feel despicable to use friendship. This was a consequence of Chris' unacceptable to public and private matters. So she had always disagreed with Patrick's proposal before, and she had just changed her words.

However, Erica can also understand some of her thoughts, but Erica doesn't care, because Erica and Chris have fundamentally different views on friendship. After all, they have completely different experiences in the past.

"Don't be so nervous. This is a personal grudge between me and them, but this does not prevent you from helping you with some small favors. After all... this is your war, and I will not influence the direction of the entire war." Erica poured herself a glass of wine again, then raised her glass and shook it in front of Chris and asked, "I will help you, but you will decide the winner. So... what about your answer?"

"We... need help." Chris replied decisively.

"Very good." Erica pointed to the table where Chris and Patrick had been with a map and a small flag, and said, "Then let's talk..."

At the same time, on a residential street in the central city of Wilsk, a city guard with baskets of fresh ingredients swayed to a noisy street entrance. Most of the civilian pedestrians passing by were actively greeting each other, as if the alcohol-filled guard was very familiar with the residents here. There was even an enthusiastic middle-aged woman who stuffed a few fresh fruits into his basket with a smile on her face when she saw the other person. Of course, the guard also thanked her kindly and promised to go back to the middle-aged woman's home to help transport new furniture later.

After finally walking through the busy middle of the street, the guards still smiled and came to a brand new house at the end of the street and calmly pushed open the door that was not locked. The moment the guard turned around and closed the door and missed the latch, the smile on the young guard's face disappeared instantly. The guards looked around the quiet courtyard nervously, then hurried into his room and closed the door again. But just before he could have the latch, a gloomy and charming female voice came from the shadows in the house.

"What a hearty ingredients... It seems you're doing well now, Shay."

The young guard was not scared by this sudden greeting. He calmly closed the doors and windows before slowly coming to the center of the room, and then knelt down on one knee at the source of the sound in the shadow.

"Welcome to your arrival, Shadow Mission."

Accompanied by the greetings from the young guard named Shay, several assassins covered with darkness continued to walk out of the shadows in the room. When they all surrounded Shay, the woman who became the "shadow mistress" revealed her figure from a sudden burst of dark smoke.

"Get up, this is not in the 'home', so call me my name."

"Yes, Mrs. Morana."

After Molana finished speaking, she walked to the nearby guest table and came down. Then she looked at Shay in front of her with her legs raised and said, "Didn't your cousin see through your identity?"

"Yes. Mark Zebu only regarded me as a bastard who came to join him, and he had no idea what our Zebu family had experienced in the past..." Sheai answered expressionlessly, but he did not intend to hide his emotions. Especially the hatred he showed when mentioning the "Zebu family", this is not a false statement.

Morana observed Shay for a moment and waved at him with a smile, then dismissed the other assassins.
Chapter completed!