Zefa of the Pirate

Chapter 98, Ban Millet

In a side hall of the royal palace, Ban Milet, who had just woken up, was enjoying the afternoon tea carefully prepared by the beautiful maid.

Looking at the girl's white and tender slender jade neck, Ban Milet's Adam's apple moved, he couldn't help swallowing, and quietly stretched out his big hand
Getting closer!
Only people of his age would understand how attractive the white and tender skin that symbolized youthful vitality was to him.

That green, vibrant, smooth as marble.
suddenly!

snap, snap, snap
There were clear and heavy footsteps outside the hall.

"Mr. Banmillett, Mr. Neraolde has received a forecast that there may be danger in a while. I hope you will be vigilant! If necessary, please go directly to the second hall!" The voice of the guard came from outside the hall.

The guards knew the rules and stood respectfully outside the open gate, and did not take the initiative to step into the side hall, not even a single step.

Bamilet, who heard the voice, froze.

As if nothing had happened, he slowly withdrew the left hand he had just stretched out, frowned and looked in the direction of the palace gate, with countless thoughts spinning rapidly in his heart.

An opponent of O'Brien?

Or invaders from other countries?
Or the pirates who took revenge on Heliopolis?
To be able to roll up such a huge sandstorm, and not in the great waterway but in this place of the world, these guys are really amazing
Bamilette calmly looked at the gray sky, and analyzed slowly with an outsider's sense of independence.

The words are full of superiority after seeing the vast world.

"I won't be the target anyway."

Suddenly, his pupils dilated instantly!
He thought of a possibility, a possibility that he himself did not want to think of.

"Sandstorm. Sand, sand, sand, fruit! If I remember correctly, there is a rumor that there is a genius in the headquarters. It seems that it should be someone from that place, right?"

Maybe he didn't realize that his voice was trembling a little, the stable life for several months had made him selectively forget the possibility he was afraid of.

He didn't even dare to say the name of that force!
And after reawakening the backlog of fear deep in his heart, fear and despair that were several times stronger than before surrounded Bamilet tightly. I can't care less.

After a long time, Ban Milet finally regained his sanity and successfully struggled out of the great fear.

And while he was sweating profusely and taking a big mouthful of air.

boom!
"Get off me!!!" A loud shout came suddenly, which made Bamilet tremble in fright.

what???
Ban Milette suddenly raised his head to look in the direction of the sound, even ignoring the click and the severe pain from his stiff neck caused by this movement!
Just now, that voice just now.
That's... that Nera Olde's voice, right?
That's right, there is only him in that direction.
Has someone invaded the palace?
Indeed, such a big battle, if it is just to cause some riots, it is not cost-effective!
So... the target will be me...?
No, no way.
Probably not!
Ban Milette's eyes widened!

Mosa's eyes widened fiercely!

10 minutes!
Mosa was stopped outside the palace for 10 minutes by Nelaolde!
Every time Mosa tried to enter the palace to take away Bamillet, no matter what method he adopted or what state he turned into, he would basically be forcibly blocked by Neraolde with all his means.

Even if he barely entered the palace, he would be entangled by Nelaold again and again, unable to make a move at all, and had to withdraw voluntarily in the end.

In this kind of battle and entanglement between you and me, time flies by, and it has been a full 10 minutes!

10 minutes is just an inconspicuous short period of time during a long voyage, and maybe just a meaningless chat will take several times this time. It is very likely that he will lose everything in just a few minutes!
"I don't believe it, you can still stop me in such a big palace!"

Mosa's eyes were also a little red, and the huge pressure made him very easy to become irritable. At this moment, he can't control his reason!

While mobilizing the sand to besiege Neraolde, he rushed directly to the palace with the razor.

And Nera Olde also forcibly broke out of Mo Sasha's siege like crazy, blocking Mo Sa's advance with his body.

The huge shield he held in his left hand wrapped around a large number of armed domineering heavy shots on the void!
A burst of invisible ripples spread rapidly, and the black sand controlled by Mosa was shaken away as it passed by!
boom!
"What a lunatic!"

Mosa, who was blocked again, turned his head slightly and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Looking at Nera Olde, whose body was already dripping with blood and was crumbling, and whose eyes were full of fanaticism, Mosa felt quite heavy in his heart.

Mosa slandered inwardly, perhaps it was true what Neraolde himself said, as long as he survived, he would not give up preventing him from entering the palace.

According to Nera Olde's style of play, Mosa will be sure to kill him in just ten minutes!
But Mosa can't afford it anymore!

Even Mo Sa was already blaming himself secretly, why did he insist on confronting this guy, insisting on breaking through head-on, how much precious time was wasted!

If it could be considered a surprise attack before, then there is a high probability that Ban Milet is already prepared.

After secretly sighing, Mosa could only choose to change his strategy.

"Hey, Nera Olde, right? You're about to die, why don't you get out of the way? If you continue like this, you will know your situation yourself."

"I promised the old king, His Majesty Ocaris. I will always guard his home!"

Nelaold stared at Mosa like a female bird guarding the nest, not daring to relax and confront the natural enemy at all, and like a loyal knight who would rather give his life to protect the monarch, a guardian who gave up his life and gave up everything Precious things beyond life!
"I will always protect, always protect this place and always protect this place from being invaded by people like you!!!"

"."

"Tsk, let's see how long you can keep an eye on me!"

Although he admired him very much, as an intruder, Mosa would not be lenient.
What kind of admiration, what respect for the opponent, what kindness and compassion, all of them have been pressed into the deepest part of his heart before he acts!

This country is not a weak country of salted fish. This is the world-famous country of black sand—the Kingdom of Heliopolis!
Nera Olde, I admire your loyalty and perseverance, but I won't hold back a single hand in the next battle!

Either you die, or I live!
Do not!
It must be me!
(End of this chapter)