Logically, Canelli has not changed her appearance from the past, but for some reason, Sarah felt that Canelli became more charming and charming, although she did not wear heavy makeup, and it seemed to be a little more... plump?
And there is another strange thing, that is, the other party has a fragrant fragrance. Sara guessed it should be a perfume, but in the past, Canelli rarely used this perfume with a stronger smell, usually the lighter one. Of course, maybe she just changed her taste occasionally.
"Sarain, dear."
Canelli walked over with a crisp pace, then stretched out his hands, and Sarain also smiled and greeted him, hugged him, and kissed him affectionately.
But after only a moment of contact, the other party retreated like lightning.
"There are still people..."
"Sorry, I haven't seen each other for a long time."
Seeing the sullen flashing across the other person's face, Sarah withdrew her hand awkwardly, and Canelli turned around.
"This is Salanya, the female prince who used to lead the Void Dragon Pirates, is now the fleet commander of the Royal Court and my friend. This is Prophet Ella Ashbel, from Koror Ark, who works in the Royal Court for some reason, and is currently...my assistant."
Sarain immediately greeted the two of them warmly, but she noticed that it seemed that they had also used some kind of perfume with a strong smell.
Is this the style of the royal court?
But the other bone croakers and craftsmen from the royal court did not have this situation. Sarah was a little confused, but she didn't care much.
Along the way, Sara talked a lot with Canelli and asked about her work in the Privy Council. Canelli just answered that it was all very ordinary jobs.
Although I really wanted to talk alone, Sara had to temporarily separate from Canelli because she remembered that she was going to the side hall.
When the messenger brought the message to Clarach, he was still in a state of hesitation, which had been with him since he left Comoros.
He couldn't even explain why he agreed...
Perhaps it was because neither Ilician nor Xielian knew about this and was not invited, which made his self-esteem that had been attacked slightly satisfy.
Perhaps his assets shrank again due to the continuous turmoil, and even the quality and quantity of slaves purchased had to be reduced. Simply put, he had to live a life with tight belts, which made him feel strongly dissatisfied with the status quo.
However, after he set out, he began to regret it a little again.
Will your decision be too hasty?
What if Victor knows?
What if the Eternal Royal Court has bad intentions?
Will my response seem too expensive if I have such a positive one?
But he didn't choose to look back.
After all, this is very likely to anger the Eternal Court, and I will also be ridiculed by Ilician - the other party has always looked down on me, so Clarach could certainly feel this.
In this complicated and complicated mentality, he came to the Shadow Hub, but out of caution, he refused Sarain's invitation and just stayed on his own ship, and the ship was always on standby and could start to escape at any time.
Although he knew it was a bit ridiculous, it could at least make him feel a little safe.
This time, in order to keep it secret, he almost did not bring a few guards and entourages. In addition to serving their family for generations and the chief nightmare that he could fully trust, the rest were a concubine and five bodyguards.
It can be said that now is the easiest time for him to die. Even if there are blood actors who can be resurrected, this is a risk after all.
"What a prosperous place, if only I could give it to me. Stay away from the bed bugs in Comoros, I can even build a new Comoros..."
Clarach is close to the glass wall, and although he has seen it countless times, the view of the Shadow Hub is stunning.
The sharp claws extending from the divine tower extend on the metal star below. The sharp angles and countless protruding thorns disappear in the distance. The intricate streets and alleys almost disappeared in the dark, but a pale line can still be seen in the naked eye.
Three kilometers below, the junction between the airport and the God Tower is covered with small towers like fungal plaques in the lower floor of Comoros, which are competing to grow and cover each other.
The port scene was even more busy: ships came and went on the docking ridge, slave transport ships were connected to the port area, and the plundered fleets were in full swing. Although there were only a few conspiracy groups, it did not affect the size of the fleet.
If you turn your eyes to the distance, you can see the stable entrance and exit of the network. The curtains outside the barrier are usually transparent and sometimes appear milky white, but most of them are dark, with only a pearlescent gossip.
When Clarach realized that a pair of combat boots entered the room, he was not nervous because only one person could do it.
"Consul, there is another urge, and there is an extra sentence saying that Doral has arrived. If you still have any concerns, you can leave now."
Hearing Doral's name, Clarach raised his eyebrows.
"Why didn't I see before that Alcantara is actually hiding so deeply?"
Then he turned around, looked at the tall nightmare outside the door, thought for a moment and whispered:
"More, do you think I want to go?"
“It’s up to you.”
"It may be impossible to look back when you go."
The tall nightmare stared at his anxious consul, and then made a low voice.
"My consul, I have served your father and your father, and I am loyal to your family and the eternal kingdom of the present, and you are the one who decides its future. No matter what the future is, as long as I still have a breath, my sword will protect you."
Maybe Moore's words gave Clarach courage, he nodded.
"Call my concubine, I want to prepare some."
Soon, Clarach's concubine walked in. At this time, he had taken off his coat. Then the concubine picked up a piece of smooth black armor from the shelf and put it on the slender and shiny torso of the consul.
With the slight sound of the armor joints, the cold metal gently wrapped him up, perfectly fitting his body contour, then the shoulder pads with sharp barbs, and a pair of arm armors connected to hooked arm guards, covering them from their wrists to their elbows.
During this process, Clarach did not forget to beautify his face. After about ten minutes, he smiled satisfied when he turned his head and looked straight in the mirror.
At this time, Clarach was wearing a full set of armor, a vermilion cloak, a sword hanging around his waist, and a horn crown above his head. He was majestic and looked like every inch was in line with the image of the consul.
Then he turned around and looked at the Chief Nightmare.