Chapter 129

Therefore, Han Fei chose to stand aside for the time being.

"I'm so sorry that you have to witness such a disgusting scene on your first visit to the Babel."

Theresa was already extremely weak, but she still walked unsteadily to Han Fei, forced a gentle smile, and said softly:

"Welcome to the Babel, unknown guests."

Lemuen was ultimately kind-hearted. Even though she had fought the Sarkaz many times before, seeing the Demon Lord of the Sarkaz so weak, Lemuen hesitated briefly before speaking:

Should I call a doctor for you?

"No need."

Theresa said softly, "This is her choice, and it is also my fate."

"This war should also end."

"Your Highness Theresa, here is a letter from Lady Lamat."

Han Fei took out the letter, politely handed it to Theresa, and said softly, "Please take a look."

Theresa reached out her hand; she was indeed too weak, her fingers trembling slightly.

Seeing this, Han Fei seriously doubted whether she could still open the envelope.

Fortunately, Theresa eventually opened the letter.

After slowly reading the letter, she said softly, "So that's how it is."

As her gaze left the envelope, the letter naturally turned to dust and vanished from her hand.

Han Fei was actually quite curious about the contents of the letter, but out of politeness, he chose not to ask.

Unexpectedly, Theresa brought up the contents of the letter.

"There was nothing special in the letter, just some descriptions of you and your teammates."

"Lamat values you a lot."

Theresa said softly, "I haven't seen her praise a young person like that in a long time..."

At this point, she coughed lightly a few times and subconsciously covered her mouth with her hand.

"You..."

Even Han Fei, who is usually eloquent, was at a loss for words at this moment.

"Don't worry, I can probably chat with you for a bit longer."

Theresa looked up and forced a gentle smile, "After we finish talking, I'll probably be dead."

"Well..."

Han Fei scratched his head, thinking to himself, "With me here, you won't get killed."

But seeing Theresa's calm demeanor, he felt it wasn't the right time to say those words.

Ignoring Han Fei's silence, Theresa continued, "Lamat thinks you would be a good asset and wants me to recruit you."

"But now it seems I can't recruit you anymore; the Babel is nearing its end."

"Well then, let me reintroduce myself. I'm Theresa, it's nice to meet you, Han Fei."

Having said that, Theresa, her life hanging by a thread, managed a final, gentle smile before collapsing to the ground.

The Demon Lord of Kazdel has met her end.

Han Fei instinctively stepped forward, stretched out his arms, and caught the falling Theresa.

Theresa was very light; she wasn't a voluptuous woman, and in fact, she was rather thin.

This made it easy for Han Fei to catch.

Even though, actually falling to the ground now wouldn't hurt.

Han Fei brought Theresa out and placed her on the floor of the corridor. This area was cleaner than the inside, which was covered in blood.

"Boss, are you going to save her?"

Lemuen realized Han Fei's thoughts and said, "Won't this cause bad consequences? If she doesn't die, the civil war here probably won't end, right?"

Ines had initially been delighted by Lemuen's previous remark.

--She had witnessed Han Fei's ability to save lives.

But the second half of her sentence immediately froze Ines's smile on her face.

Indeed, as an old Kazdel, though not Sarkaz, Ines knew everything about this place and knew that the only way to end this war was for one of the two kings to fall.

If Theresa were still alive, this might not be the end of it all.

Volume 1: Chapter 161 The Old Lynx

"Hmm, just kidnap her."

Han Fei raised an eyebrow and said matter-of-factly, "She is no longer the Demon King of Kazdel."

Lemuen was both amused and exasperated by his "I'm so right" attitude.

At this moment, in her eyes, Han Fei was exactly the kind of mischievous younger brother who was determined to play pranks.

As his older sister, she was naturally willing to tolerate his little bit of "mischief," but she still had to remind him when necessary:

"But what if she doesn't want to come with us?"

"Then die again?" Han Fei blinked, his tone as casual as if discussing whether or not to add more dishes to dinner.

"What nonsense!" Lemuen couldn't help but playfully slap his arm. "It's a human life, after all."

So that's why.

Han Fei immediately seized the opportunity, winking at Lemuen and the people around him, "You guys have to help me persuade her later."

Ines opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but due to her status, she remained silent.

And this is also a kind of default.

Seeing that no one objected, Han Fei nodded in satisfaction, took out the oddly shaped Hormone Gun, and aimed it at Theresa, ready to strike.

"Hey! Wait, boss! Wait!"

Lemuen suddenly raised her arm high and jumped out like someone answering a question in class.

"What's wrong, Xiao Le?" Lemuen asked softly.

"She's dead now, right?"

Lemuen pointed at Theresa, her big eyes blinking with an excited gleam reminiscent of "scavenging": "So, can I search for her too?"

Upon hearing this, Han Fei subconsciously raised his hand, moving the Hormone Gun a little further away from Theresa, thinking to himself, "That's right, I almost forgot!"

Lemuen rubbed her forehead and sighed helplessly, "Xiao Le, you..."

"We can't waste it!" Lemuen stood with her hands on her hips, her little face puffed out, her reasoning sound and resounding, "We're bankrupt!"

"Well, I think Xiao Le has a point."

Han Fei cleared his throat, stood up with a serious expression, and solemnly handed over the "important task of tomb raiding" to Lemuen: "Xiao Le, I believe in your luck."

"Hehehe, baby, baby, I'm here~" Lemuen cheered, like a little squirrel that had found a pine cone, and excitedly pounced on Theresa's side, her little hands touching her without any hesitation.

"Hey, she's wearing armor too? It's a gold bulletproof vest, but it's all tattered." Lemuen muttered as she touched it.

Ines opened her mouth, wanting to offer some advice, but ultimately kept quiet.

She felt deeply uneasy about blaspheming a demon king, even a deceased one.

But they dared not speak directly, and could only silently turn their faces away, out of sight, out of mind.

The next second, Lemuen complained, "No way, she's supposed to be a Demon Lord, is it for real that she's carrying a blue intelligence file?"

Han Fei chuckled and joked, "That makes perfect sense."

"Unreasonable!"

Lemuen pouted and retorted angrily, "The Demon King should have treasures on him... Hey, what's this? Why is it spinning for so long?"

"Uh-huh?"

Han Fei raised an eyebrow, wondering if Theresa really had something on her.

"Wow!"

Lemuen let out a scream loud enough to lift the ceiling, and jumped up like a spring, "Boss, we're going to make a fortune!"

"Ah?"

Han Fei was immediately startled, thinking to himself, "What the hell? Is this a huge winning hand?"

Then he saw Lemuen, face him and Lemuen, and proudly raise and flick her little hand.

"Bite!"

A metallic vibrato, clearer and more melodious than gold itself, as if carrying the echo of gold coins clashing, resounded!

Han Fei took a closer look and saw that the card Xiao Le was holding between her fingers was black and gold, making it very recognizable; it was clearly a red card.

It had been so long since a red card had been issued that Han Fei even felt the sound was crisper than that of a gold card.

"A card worth three million!"

Lemuen exclaimed happily, "Your Majesty the Demon King is truly a wonderful person! No, a very wealthy woman!"

"As expected of you."

Han Fei rushed forward and pinched Lemuen's flushed cheeks without hesitation, sincerely praising, "I knew you could do it."

Hehehe~

Lemuen proudly raised her chin—it's a good thing she doesn't have a tail, otherwise it would be sticking up to the sky—"I knew it! My luck is absolutely incredible!"

"So, there's nothing else?" Han Fei said.

"I also have a bulletproof vest, boss, do you want it?"

Lemuen put away the card, her smile undiminished. "It's very tattered, with no durability left. As for the weapon, I didn't see it."

Han Fei wasn't surprised; it was perfectly normal not to have a weapon. She had given her Black Crown to Amiya, who was currently inside the little rabbit.

"Then I'll begin the rescue."

After saying that, Han Fei squatted down again and stabbed her with the Hormone Gun.

"Beep... beep... beep..."

As the instrument beeped rhythmically during the injection, the atmosphere in the entire space seemed to freeze instantly.

Even Lemuen, who had just been smiling easily, held her breath and silently focused her gaze on Theresa's pale face.

However, this breathtaking silence did not last long.

A series of hurried footsteps, filled with obvious anger and vigilance, shattered the tranquility like hail.

Han Fei focused on the treatment at hand and did not look back.

The next second, a cold and authoritative female voice, like a scalpel, pierced the air with surgical precision:

"Theresa ..." The voice held a barely perceptible tension when it mentioned Her Highness's name, then turned into a sharp, piercing tone, "--Who are you people?!"

Almost at the same instant the words fell!

A terrifying roar, emanating from a non-human being and filled with violence and warning, suddenly tore through the air. The sound was distorted and deep, like a giant beast from the abyss, making people's eardrums go numb!

Han Fei didn't turn around. He recognized the voice as that of the old lynx— Kal'tsit.

And that roar was, of course, her Mon3tr.

Almost simultaneously, the sound of guns being drawn rang out.

The cold, black muzzle of the AWM was aimed at Kal'tsit, the crosshairs of the scope already precisely locked onto Kal'tsit's head.

Lemuen's pretty face was pressed against the sights; if Kal'tsit made the slightest offensive move, she would pull the trigger without hesitation.

Lemuen was equally swift; K416 and Victor raised their weapons simultaneously, K416 pointing directly at Kal'tsit's body, while Victor pointed directly at the dark and menacing Mon3tr behind her.

"Answer me, who exactly are you people?"

Kal'tsit's voice grew increasingly cold; the scene before her was undoubtedly testing the limits of her patience.