Confession
"Your fiancée? Hello, Diana. I'm Heracles Enzo Camillo, Li Bai's friend. A good friend."
Heracles had just reached out to shake her hand when he remembered that Li Bai couldn't stand how sweaty he was. He awkwardly pulled his hand back.
It was all Li Xiao Bai's fault for being so careless and making things unbearably awkward...
"Hello, Mr. Camillo."
Diana spoke with a pure London accent.
In spoken English, the London accent was the proper "standard" accent. It had a distinctive flair that the New York dialect of American English couldn't hold a candle to.
"Just call me Heracles, Miss Diana. Your beauty is like a fragrant rose, making my heart flutter..."
If this "Strength" Saint hadn't come from Italy, a country even more debauched than France, then the Great Demon would have slapped him across the face for those lines long ago. Unless he sent him spinning horizontally through a full 1,080 degrees, he wouldn't be Li Bai.
"Hold it, hold it!"
Li Bai cut him off in time.
He was sure that if he didn't stop him, this guy could keep going until dawn without repeating himself.
"Sorry, sorry!"
Heracles gave an awkward grin, then finally grew serious. "Li Bai, why did you only get here now? I was worried sick!"
The entire Saint's Association had mustered all its forces, preparing to deal with the calamity in the Tar Desert by itself. Naturally, the more powerful people who joined them, the better.
They couldn't wait for someone like Li Bai to come help. With him there, the Saint's Association would have even more confidence. The sword energy from his five-foot greatsword could cut down an Armored Nightmare. It stood to reason that he could carve through those zombies with equal ease, and even the mutated ones