Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 90: Focus

Late at night, Horn finally returned to the castle. After getting off the flying car, he went straight to the study room. When he saw Alan, Horn winked and Helen closed the door for their grandfather and grandson.

Horn took off his robe, untied his tie, and smiled, "You don't know how hard it is to tie these things. It's a lot more cumbersome than wearing magic armor. I was so tired that I went to dinner and mistook myself for a battlefield. But that kind of occasion is another kind of battlefield."

Ellen nodded and said, "Is there anything I can share with you?"

"Not yet. In the future, there will be plenty of time for you to be busy." Horn poured himself a glass of wine and looked at Ellen. "Would you like one?"

Alan shook his head when he remembered his poor alcohol tolerance. Horn didn't mind and took a sip. "You saw Windsor Belo's report, right? Hey, our Marshal Greed is recruiting students. What a sensational piece of news."

"Haven't there been such a precedent before?"

Horn shook his head and said, "In the Military Department, although there are subordinates who call themselves superiors, no general has made it clear that they want to recruit students." Unless, after retirement, you teach at the Blade of Dawn or the Shield of Hope, and you and Mr. Hughton are exceptions. Windsor Belo had always acted independently, and this time, there was no news of her. Now, our President Mobius is probably shocked by her. "

"What does grandfather think of this matter?" Alan went straight to the point.

Horn smiled and said, "If I didn't pay attention to this matter, I wouldn't let anyone bring you back immediately." After all, the other party was Windsor Belo, although she was still too young and had a shallow foundation. However, her merits were returned. In this regard, even Capulo had to admit that this girl was indeed a Battlefield Demon Star. To be able to become her student, not to mention her, but to gain experience from Windsor Belo in battling the alien races on the Chaos Battlefield will be of great benefit to you. "

'"Windsor Belo hasn't clearly stated the criteria for accepting disciples yet, but once this opportunity arises, I hope that you, Ellen, will fight for it with all your might, because this matter will be of great benefit not only to you, but also to the clan."

Alan nodded. He was not surprised that Horn would do this. Just like Horn said, if it was unintentional, he wouldn't have paid so much attention to it. So when he got on the flying car, Alan had already foreseen the outcome.

Horn suddenly smiled bitterly. "Of course, if you have the chance to become the marshal's student, we, Beth Cord, will have to make the necessary contribution as your family. We can foresee that the marshal's tuition will definitely not be cheap. Greed's name is not in vain."

"What's the difference between that and spending money to buy a degree?" Allen asked.

"Of course there's a difference. The difference is that she's Windsor Belo." Horn laughed and said seriously, "Do you think that with Windsor Belo's reputation today, if she wants to make money by any means?" As long as he opened his mouth, there would naturally be people who would hand over large amounts of wealth. In fact, as long as she expressed the slightest intention to marry, she would have to take down this marriage even if a wealthy family broke through. And that betrothal gift was so generous that it was definitely beyond your imagination. "

"But to this day, Windsor Belo has never done so. She is a greedy woman, but her means of obtaining wealth, whether by coincidence or by robbery, are all open and open. She uses her own strength and abilities to obtain it. The marshal has never been disdainful of using the other side of the road."

Hearing this, Alan had a general understanding of the female marshal.

"Come." Horn put down his glass and said, "Let me tell you about Windsor Belo. At the very least, you need to know what she likes and dislikes. Let me see where to start. Well, let's start with the buckle of cold water she put on Andrew's head. He's a deviant kid "

While Horn was exposing Windsor Bellow to his grandson, the marshal sneezed non-stop on her way home, "Damn it, am I not used to the air of the earth?"

In doubt, Windsor Belo returned to her own mansion at the Goliath Tower on William Avenue in Babylon. It is the tallest building in Babylon, and its 60-story height makes it look down on the rest of the city. Windsor Belo's residence was on the top floor of the building, and the 60th floor was the private territory of the female marshal. With nearly a thousand square meters of usable space, this does not include the space occupied by an air garden, a game pool, and a private gravity room.

Windsor Belo took the special elevator to the top floor. When the elevator door opened, she had already arrived at her home. The elevator came out of a porch. The semi-circular bottom of the porch was partitioned by a natural lightning stone. With a casual kick, Windsor Belo kicked her boots into the corner, walked barefoot up the stairs, and just bypassed the entrance, she shouted, "Nono, I'm back!"

Behind the entrance was a spacious hall. The hall was decorated in warm colors, decorated with carved buttresses around the towering dome. Thirty-six crystal wall lamps were hidden in the buttresses, giving the hall a gentle glow. In the middle of the dome, a complex and gorgeous Rococo crystal chandelier was the main source of light for the hall. The hall was illuminated so brightly that the curtain wall, murals, bonsai, piano, sofa and other things bathed in the light were one.

In the corner of the hall, a spiral staircase led to the second floor of the pavilion. A thirteen-year-old girl ran down the stairs in a hurry. The girl in the black-and-white maid's uniform held Windsor Belo's clothes in her hands and accidentally slipped when she jumped down the stairs. With a scream, Windsor Belo's clothes flew into the air, including some brightly colored, sexy-looking underwear.

Windsor Belo put her hand on her forehead and shook her head, "Nono, when will you be able to change this clumsy habit?"

The girl raised her head from her clothes and looked pitifully at Windsor Belo. "Miss, I didn't do it on purpose."

"Alright, alright." Windsor Belo walked over and reached out to rub the girl's face. "It's been three years. Noel has grown up."

"I don't have a strange physique that only eats and doesn't grow." The maid resisted and managed to escape from Windsor Belo's "Devil Palm". "Miss, the water is ready."

"This is decent. Follow me." Windsor Belo had already taken the lead up the spiral stairs to the second floor of the attic, where the bathroom and bedroom were located. As the female marshal walked, she began to take off her clothes.

The little maid was so tired that she kept picking it up from the military uniform that was used as a cloak to the personal military uniform that she wore. Belts, pants. By the time Windsor Belo walked up to the second floor, only her underwear was left, leaving Nono with a soul-stirring back view. The maid's face immediately turned red, and she lowered her head, not daring to look, until Windsor Belo entered the bathroom, and sat down in the bathtub, and she hurriedly ran into the bathroom.

The bathroom was very big, no different from an ordinary family's bedroom. Just a bathtub was like a small half of a game pool. The water in the bathtub kept rolling. Windsor Belo had already taken off her clothes and was lying on the edge of the bathtub enjoying the massage. She stretched lazily, and the spring light immediately leaked out, scaring Nuo Nuo so much that she hurriedly turned her face away, afraid that she would accidentally see something.

Then she heard Windsor Belo lazily say, "Nono, get me a good bottle of wine. That stingy old man Mobbit, what kind of wine did you drink at the dinner party? If it weren't for his face, I wouldn't have drunk a cup of wine. Quick, go get my volcanic beauty and gargle!"

Nuo Nuo hurriedly left. A moment later, he came over with a bottle of wine and a glass. Just as she placed it on the edge of the bathtub, Windsor Belo picked up her glass and threw it into a corner of the bathtub. Then, she picked up the wine bottle at lightning speed and opened her teeth. She bit the wine cork wildly and pulled it out! After taking a sip, the female marshal let out a joyful sigh, "Still drinking her own wine happily!"

"Miss, shouldn't you go home first?" Nuo Nuo asked softly.

"Home for what? If it weren't for the fact that I had a young miss, that dilapidated clan would have long since declined. Besides, after Grandpa died, who else in the family would I miss? Was it the father who wanted to marry me into a wealthy family in exchange for a rich betrothal gift? Or was she the mother who loved tea parties and slept with different men? "Or those disgusting relatives?" Windsor Belo snorted. "If it weren't for that bloodline, Miss, I would have killed those disgusting fellows long ago!"

Windsor Belo, who had a wicked look on her face but drank and her cheeks began to flush red, added a trace of charm that was rarely seen in normal days.

Looking at his own young miss, Nuo Nuo had no choice. Nono was happy that Windsor Belo didn't go back. She was black and sold into Windsor Bellow's house as a slave. By the time she was in her teens, she was already very beautiful. Seeing that she was about to be touched by a man from the family, she was "taken" by Windsor Belo and became her maid.

After becoming the youngest female marshal in the history of the Federation, Windsor Belo left the family and lived alone on the top floor of the Goliath Tower. Noel left the family and didn't have to live in fear in the eyes of men every day.

"By the way, Nuo Nuo, tell me about the good seedlings in the Blade of Dawn recently." Windsor Belo shook the wine bottle and said blurriedly.

"Miss, what are your requirements?"

"First, you must have a strong family background. Second, you must be under the age of 15. Third, both men and women must be beautiful!" Windsor Belo said three things in one breath.

Nuo Nuo giggled. Of the three requirements, none of them mentioned the talent of the students! Obviously, the focus of the female marshal's recruitment was worth pondering, but unfortunately, other than Nuo Nuo, no one else knew about it.