Meeting the Special Envoy

"Magic subduing spells aren't that exaggerated, but they also have wonderful uses."

"Other than that, there's also garlic, silver awls, and silver bullets, although they're not very useful against powerful characters."

"But why waste your mana when you're facing a soft persimmon?"

"Look, have you never heard of this knowledge before?"

"Even though you're talented, in the demon fighter world, you can only be considered as a beginner."

Carl felt rather guilty when he said this. He could not even defeat a beginner demon fighter.

But Winterson did not have any doubts. He was very humble and learned.

He nodded repeatedly in agreement.

But there was one thing he did not quite understand.

He clearly used a level six experience card. Why could he not defeat this level seven guy?

As expected, he had only just entered the beginner level?

After all, it was not an ability that he truly possessed, so he was unable to unleash the full power of the experience card.

The next time he drew the lottery, he would see if he could draw a lifetime experience card. One hour was too short a time.

Now, the effective period of the experience card was already over.

If Carl still wanted to fight another round on a whim, then he would be exposed.

It would be weird if he was not beaten into a pulp!

It was so cool when he had the experience card. After experiencing that powerful feeling once, he no longer wanted to be an ordinary person.

Moreover, the experience card was a very perverse thing.

The magic power could be endlessly supplied, and it would not be exhausted within the effective period.

Who would be his opponent in a prolonged battle at the same level?

Men, endurance was very important!

Who was the most enduring man in the demon fighter world? Please tell me loudly!

Thinking of this, he was so proud that he almost laughed out loud.

"That's it for today. Go out."

Both of them had ulterior motives and left the ruined conference room one after another.

When they went out, they saw two women poking their heads out.

One of them was staring at Winterson as if he was looking at a monkey.

The other had a burning gaze as if he was looking at prey.

Winterson could not help but feel goosebumps all over his body.

Carl sighed, his expression unprecedentedly solemn.

"Come with me, I'll bring you to a place..."

The sun was high in the sky outside, and the heatwave was striking.

On the outskirts of New York City, there was a huge manor.

There were birds chirping and flowers blooming, villas lined up everywhere, gardens were vast, and there were many roads.

"Follow me closely, don't get lost."

"There's a formation here. If you go wrong, you won't be able to get out."

The three little fellows followed behind and nodded their heads submissively.

At this place, they could only obey obediently.

"What is this place?"

Looking at the surrounding environment, Lisa seemed to have thought of something.

Her heart jumped, and she blurted out. "Dad, could it be..."

"You're going to take us to visit that person?"

Soon, her voice became like a mosquito's, and she became obedient.

It seemed that the person she was going to meet was not an ordinary person.

"It's good that you understand. Don't look around."

Carl warned her sternly.

Hearing that the two of them were keeping her in suspense and did not say it explicitly, the innocent and cute Helen could not help but speak up.

"I want to know who you're talking about."

"Idiot! Who else could it be?" Lisa whispered into her ear, "Of course it's the special envoy!"

"Ah?"

Hearing that she was going to meet the special envoy, Helen was so scared that she shivered.

The last time she saw him from afar, she felt that it was difficult to breathe.

After all, she had not even reached the level of a level 10 demon fighter.

The special envoy was a level 4 demon fighter!

Oh my god, the gap was too big.

The bureau chief was only at level 6. A level 5 should be the level of the governor's guards, right?

Winterson was also silent. Even his experience card was only at level 6.

Level 4, how strong would that be?

A few minutes later, in the marble open space in the center of the garden.

A large sky-opening umbrella blocked out the sunlight.

The wind that came out of nowhere suddenly made them feel cold.

"Are these the three geniuses of your bureau?"

The person who spoke was a beautiful woman.

She wore casual clothes, but her temperament was very noble.

Her face was clearly defined, without a single wrinkle.

Her exposed neck was as smooth as jade.

There were several chairs under the umbrella, and she sat on a stone pier.

As she spoke, she got up and poured coffee for several people in an elegant and mature manner.

Winterson could not help but notice that for a moment, her deep cleavage was exposed as she leaned over.

She was white and big!

It was hard to tell her age. She was young, but she did not look like one.

She was old, had the same figure and skin as a young woman, or perhaps even better.

She should be a middle-aged woman who had taken good care of herself.

Winterson made a judgment in his heart.

A beautiful woman with such a temperament was also very tasteful. He wondered what she would look like in bed.

Would she also be very promiscuous?

At the thought of this, he could not help but swallow his saliva.

He seemed to be getting bolder and bolder.

The other party was a fourth-level demon fighter.

She could easily beat him into a pile of mud with a casual attack.

But it was not his fault. The envoy was just too charming.

The envoy poured the coffee and returned to his seat.

With a wave of his hand, one of the cups flew into the air.

The coffee shot into her mouth like a fountain.

"Mm, try it. This coffee is good. Your director gave it to me."

The envoy smiled.

Seeing this scene, Winterson thought to himself, is this not the test question that Carl came up with today?

He picked up the coffee and took a sip. It was indeed not bad.

The things that the director sent to curry favor would naturally not be bad.

The beautiful envoy's gaze swept over the three people but paused on Winterson.

"This envoy has not taken in a disciple for many years."

"But this person you're talking about, is he worthy of me making an exception?"

"He actually brought two people along."

"Hehe..."

"Carl, how dare you!"

Her expression changed as she spoke, just like the weather in July or August.

Buzz!

The entire garden shook violently, and the temperature seemed to have dropped by a few degrees.

The few of them did not dare to breathe loudly, but they were not surprised.

Because Carl had repeatedly reminded them before they came.

This lord's temper...

Was temperamental!

Now it seemed that it was as expected.

Just now, he had graciously poured coffee for them and treated them as distinguished guests.

Now, he suddenly turned hostile.

Actually, Winterson had been speculating all the way.

Carl had obviously not brought the three of them here to find a master for the two women.

As the envoy had said, the two women were just passing along!

Carl's intention was obviously to recommend him to the envoy.

He was a little excited.

He could not help but take a peek at the furious envoy.

The envoy stepped on the table with one leg, and the image of a lady was gone.

The leg was white and long, and the lines were perfect.

On closer inspection, several terrible cracks appeared on the one-foot-thick stone table.

Holy shit!

This was probably the strongest leg in the city, right?

Yes, this leg was worth hugging!

If it was not for the A-grade warning, this god would not have stayed in New York.

Such a large manor was only her temporary residence.