Chapter 160: Biowantblade

No. 1 Wantblade

Havanak led a group of people through the city wall to the gate of the castle. He quickly ordered the other soldiers to disperse and stand guard around the castle hall. Two soldiers carried the unconscious man to the waiting room first, where the resident doctor could check the man's injuries. At this time, Havanak turned his head to the crowd and spoke.

"Come on, go in with me, but remember not to talk nonsense. Those who can appear here are all powerful figures. I hope you can know a little etiquette in such a serious scene. Of course, this does not include you, Mrs. Satir."

"Oh~ Thank you for your consideration, Commander Havanak."

"Ha, actually I should say sorry, sorry for making you come here without stopping after just escaping danger, and you didn't even have time to change into a decent outfit. For a distinguished member of the Hune family, this is really not right."

"But please believe me, madam, even if you are not dressed up, your manners are much higher than those boys who don't know etiquette. I believe this will never damage the reputation of the Hune family."

After hearing this, Noshier naturally knew who he was referring to, but he was not angry. This was just a small verbal revenge for Noshier's previous disrespectful behavior. Of course, there was no need to be angry just for this.

And what Havanak said was actually right. How could he behave like he had just come down from the battlefield? The blood of the little devils on his clothes had not been completely drained away...

By the way! This blood is still useful. We have to collect it quickly, otherwise we won't be able to open the box in a while.

Noshier immediately took off the medicine bag on his body, took out the empty bottle that had been loaded with advanced healing potions, and prepared to collect the blood of these little devils. At this time, Mrs. Satir suddenly replied.

"Thank you for your kindness, Commander Havanak, but I don't think you should underestimate our heroes. After all, just a little reserve and grace can make people more radiant, and I believe this is not difficult for our heroes to do."

The two turned their eyes to Noshier and his party. At this time, Scar was wiping the blood on his armor with the smock behind him. There was not much blood on his armor, but he wiped it clean quickly. Now he looks quite decent.

But Noshiel was different. When they turned around, they saw him suddenly lift up his clothes, fold them with both hands and twist them hard. The bright red blood dripped onto the ground like a stream, and then he picked up an empty bottle for no apparent reason to collect the blood dripping from his clothes.

Noshiel, who noticed the two people's gaze, also looked up at their sight at this time. There was still blood on his handsome face that had not been wiped clean. Although Noshiel's behavior was rather vulgar and rude, and even inexplicable, under the light, his muscular body and handsome face actually made him show an extraordinary charm.

"... Sorry, but I have a reason to collect this blood..."

"... Put on your clothes quickly, you little brat! Don't you know there is a lady around you?!"

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Havanak led Noshiel and his party to the highest point of the castle without saying a word.

Outside the door of the conference hall, Havanak turned his head again to look at Noshiel and his party.

"I don't ask you to be very elegant, after all, what's coming next is not a social dance, but in this solemn meeting, I hope you can at least observe basic etiquette, especially you, Noshir Temariti, you'd better not make me do the same thing as before!"

"Please rest assured, Mr. Sheriff, I have fully realized my mistake and will never take off my clothes in front of ladies again."

Noshir sincerely apologized to Havanak, which made Mrs. Satir cover her mouth and chuckle. The humorous interaction between the two people also dissipated the tension of Salin and Cargill. Salin even couldn't help laughing, which made Havanak shake his head helplessly, and then said to them.

"You are all valuable witnesses. As the Supreme Sheriff of the Surveillance Corps, I assure you that we will do our best to protect your personal safety, so you can speak freely in the next meeting."

"But at the same time, you also lack the experience to deal with the next scene, so my suggestion is to let Mrs. Satir speak for you. Unless other big shots deliberately ask you, you'd better not say a word before that."

"Mr. Sheriff, I think this restriction should not include the two of us, after all..."

"Of course it does not include the two of you. You two are the culprits of this incident! Even I don't know the exact course of the matter, and I expect you to explain it to me!"

"But don't blame me for not reminding you, brat, while you haven't gone in yet, quickly recite what you are going to say in your mind, otherwise if you make a fool of yourself in there, don't blame me for laughing at you."

Havanak, who successfully interrupted Noshier's speech, was in a good mood. After saying this, he pushed open the door behind him and walked in without waiting for Noshier's reply.

This is a very spacious open-air hall. The entire structure is square. The hall itself is very spacious, and the floor is paved with marble. It looks very gorgeous under the blue and white magic lights and the eternal flames.

Although the hall is a quadrilateral, you can find that only the front and left and right sides of the hall are filled with tables and chairs after entering the door. At the same time, there are only about 20 seats on each side, which is rare, making the whole hall look a bit empty.

But in fact, these seats are the seats of nobles or guild leaders who are qualified to participate in the Council of the Nobles, but obviously they are not qualified to participate in tonight's meeting.

There is also a marble square table in the center of the hall. This position represents the highest power level in Baldur's Gate. There are only four seats on the table. Originally, only the four dukes of Baldur's Gate were qualified to sit in that position, but now...

"As the initiator, you are a little late, Havanak."

There are only two figures on the high table, and one of them, a well-proportioned human male, suddenly spoke to Havanak at this time.

The man wore the iconic armor and smock of the Flaming Fist Legion, had long hair half draped over his shoulders, and his face was handsome, but his words revealed a deep sense of fatigue.

"Sorry, I had to talk to the witnesses on the way here, so I'm a little late."

After saying this, Havanak looked around at the two people at the table and asked.

"Bion, Duke Porter and Counselor Florrick haven't arrived yet?"