Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 701: There is no good feast for a feast

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A small storm ended here.

Ress pulled over Christine and didn't know what she said. The girl just nodded repeatedly, then left her head down. Reese walked back and smiled bitterly: "This time, thanks to you to relieve the siege."

"Even without me, this kind of thing will not trouble you." Alan ordered him a glass of wine, Rhys was sleek, how can such a person not be able to deal with the situation just now, the only difference lies in what price it pays That's it.

"Anyway, I owe you a favor. Also, I want to owe more." Reese said pointedly.

Allen nodded and said: "If I can go to the central battlefield, you must be indispensable. I also want to ask you to find more teams, otherwise our strength is still a little weak."

"This is my responsibility."

After the two clinked glasses happily, Reese said: "Sorry, I have to go first. I have to look at the little girl of Christine, her mood seems a little depressed."

"We should go too, see you tomorrow." Allen patted Hubble and said, "Go, big man. I will invite you to have a nice drink next time."

"Really? If you dare to lie to me." Hubble patted the decapitation knife: "It won't agree."

Standing up again, shook the empty bottle in her hand and said to Reiss: "Tell that woman that Hubble doesn’t want to owe her love. She asked me to drink a bottle of wine. I will find a chance to be on the battlefield. Help her once. But only once, Hubble (no money, but when it comes to fighting, I have never been afraid of anyone."

Rice is overjoyed, Allen’s team is very skilled in pulling out any one. What's more, this Hubble has a strong aura, and he knows that he is not an ordinary warrior at a glance. With his words, Christine is equivalent to an extra guarantee on the battlefield, thanking the girl now.

Alan took Hubble back to his assigned residence, and the look of Hubble slashing the decapitator along the way was eye-catching. Fortunately, his armor was solemn and luxurious enough to make it impossible to associate it with the Catu. After all, the Catu people are notoriously poor, and people do not believe that a Catu person can wear such armor. But Hubble didn't like the feeling of being watched. He kept moaning dissatisfiedly from his helmet and murmured: "I really want to kill them, these nasty guys."

Finally, Hubble didn't cut anyone when he returned to his residence, and Allen arranged a large room for him alone. Hubble's own weight and armor may weigh several tons, so naturally no bed can bear his weight. So he simply slept on the ground, threw the decapitation knife casually on the ground, found a corner and fell asleep. The drunkenness hit, and a moment later, the earth-shaking noise of the Catu people sounded.

Ellen left the room and the intellectual brain steward reminded him that Catherine was visiting. He opened the door and found Catherine with the guard. An official indifferent expression said: "Marshal Capro wants to see you."

"When?" Alan was a little surprised, but he felt reasonable.

"Two hours later, which is seven o'clock in the evening earth time. He intends to invite you to dinner. Before that, I suggest you sort it out a bit."

"I'm deeply honored. But as you know, I'm here to fight this time, so I don't have any clothes for the dinner party." Allen smiled.

Catherine snapped her fingers, and a soldier carried two boxes and put them at Alan's feet in the back. The major general said: "There are things you need here."

"You are so thoughtful." Allen couldn't help sighing.

Catherine nodded, turned around to move, and said in a voice that only Alan could hear: "Don't talk nonsense." Then she left.

Ellen carried the box and walked into the hall. Lucy glanced at the box and asked: "This is?"

"Capulo intends to invite me to dinner in the evening. This is the costume sent by Catherine."

"Caprow?" Reina walked out in a casual outfit, frowned and said, "We have nothing to do with the old party. What did he do with you?"

"Who knows?" Allen shrugged and smiled: "Anyway, it's right to have a good feast."

Catherine sent a complete range of clothes, from shirts to coats, from collars to shoes, almost everything. What's even more rare is that these costumes are in full compliance with Allen's figure. When Lucy helped him put it on, a handsome young man appeared in the mirror. This suit carries the strong color of death spread. The clothes are mainly black, and the cuffs and collar edges are decorated with golden silk threads. Coupled with decent tailoring, as soon as Allen put it on, he immediately became the noble princes on Babylon who often went to the reception salon.

"I really don't want you to go out like this, otherwise, those women would want to eat you." Lucy said with a grin.

Ellen kissed her forehead and said: "Don't worry, I will protect myself."

"Who believes it?" She laughed out loud and pushed Alan out the door: "Go, if Capulo dares to mess around, tell him I'm on the boat."

"Thank the princess for your love." Allen bowed exaggeratedly, and left the house amidst Lucy's laughter.

There is already a team of guards waiting outside the door, seemingly afraid of him running away. Allen blew his whistle and said to an officer: "Please lead the way."

The location of the banquet is in the restaurant on the sunrise, which is of course the highest-level restaurant, which is basically dedicated to people above generals. But tonight, this space is not big, and the elegant restaurant is completely open to Caprow and Allen. After Allen was taken into the restaurant, he found that apart from the waiter walking around, he saw no one from the military.

When the officer led him into a small room, Allen heard a loud laugh, which was the first to hear. Allen took a breath and strode across the hallway of the next hall. A tall and mighty figure immediately ran into his eyes.

He finally saw another Marshal of the Federation.

Mad Lion, Capro!

The old marshal also wore a black dress, and this dark-colored costume even more brought out his deep and infernal demeanor. The pale blond hair that is almost silver adds to its majesty. Capulo tonight has obviously been carefully groomed and does not leave an old impression at all. Some are just the majesty that occupies the highest position, and the majestic and majestic posture like a mountain.

Under Caprow's invisible aura, Allen just stared at him, feeling that his back was wet with sweat.

Capulo stretched out his hand and said, "Come here, Alan. Do you mind if I call you that way?"

"That's my honor." Allen respectfully said. No matter what the positions of the two sides are, Caprow is a respectable figure in the end. Regardless of likes and dislikes, this person's contribution to the Federation can be called a giant.

"Don't be constrained, there is no marshal here tonight. You should chat with an old slave." Capulo sat down and raised his hand to the only chair opposite: "Please sit down, Ai Lun."

Alan sat down in Yiyan.