Chapter 701 No Good Banquet

This is the end of a small storm.

Reese pulled over Christine and said something, the girl just nodded repeatedly, then left with her head down. Reese walked back and smiled wryly: "Thanks to your rescue this time."

"Even without me, this kind of thing wouldn't bother you." Allen ordered him a glass of wine, and Reese handled things smoothly. How could such a person not be able to handle the situation just now? The only difference is what price he paid.

"Anyway, I owe you a favor. Also, I want to owe you more." Reese said pointedly.

Allen nodded and said, "If I can go to the central battlefield, you will be indispensable. I also want to ask you to find a few more teams, otherwise our strength is still a little weak."

"It's up to me."

After the two happily clinked glasses, Reese said: "I'm sorry, I have to go first. I have to look at that little girl Christine, she seems a little depressed."

"We should go too, see you tomorrow." Allen patted Hubble and said, "Let's go, big man. I'll treat you to a drink next time."

"Really? If you dare to lie to me." Hubble patted the beheading knife: "It won't agree."

Standing up again, he shook the empty bottle in his hand and said to Reese: "Tell that woman, Hubble doesn't want to owe anyone. She bought me a bottle of wine, and I will find a chance to help her on the battlefield .But just once, Hubble 10 was out of money, but when it comes to fighting, I'm never afraid of anyone."

Reese was overjoyed, and Alan's team was very skilled in pulling out any one at random. What's more, this Hubble has a strong breath, and he can tell at a glance that he is not an ordinary soldier. With his words, Christine was more protected on the battlefield, so thank you for the girl right now.

Allen took Hubble back to the assigned residence. Along the way, Hubble's beheading knife caught people's attention. Fortunately, his armor was solemn and luxurious enough to make it impossible to associate it with the Catus. After all, the Cato people are notoriously poor, and people would not believe that a Cato person could wear such armor. But Hubble doesn't like the feeling of being watched. He kept grunting dissatisfiedly from his helmet, and muttered: "I really want to kill them, these annoying guys."

Hubble didn't kill anyone when he finally returned to his residence, and Allen arranged a big room for him alone. The weight of Hubble itself plus the armor may weigh several tons. Naturally, there is no bed that can bear his weight. So he simply slept on the ground, threw the beheading knife casually on the ground, found a corner and fell asleep. The drunkenness hit, and a moment later, the earth-shattering screams of the Catus sounded.

When Allen left the room, the Brain Butler reminded him that Catherine was visiting.

He opened the door and found that Catherine had brought a guard, and said with an official indifferent expression: "Marshal Capulo wants to see you."

"When?" Allen was a little surprised, but felt reasonable.

"Two hours later, which is seven o'clock in the evening on earth time. He plans to invite you to dinner. Before that, I suggest you tidy up a little."

"I am deeply honored. But you also know that I am here to fight this time, so I don't have any clothes for the banquet." Allen smiled.

Catherine snapped her fingers, and a soldier behind him carried two boxes and put them at Allen's feet. The major general said: "Here is what you need."

"You are really thoughtful." Allen couldn't help sighing.

Catherine nodded, turned around, and said in a voice that only Allen could hear: "Don't talk nonsense." Then she left.

Allen carried the box into the hall, Lucy glanced at the box and asked, "This is?"

"Capulo intends to invite me to dinner tonight, and this is the banquet costume sent by Catherine."

"Capulo?" Reina came out in casual clothes, frowning and said, "We have nothing to do with the old party. Why does he want you?"

"Who knows?" Allen shrugged and said with a smile, "Anyway, it's right if there is no good banquet."

Catherine sent a complete set of clothes, from shirts to coats, collar flowers to shoes, almost everything. What's even more rare is that these costumes perfectly fit Allen's figure. When Lucy helped him put it on, a handsome young man appeared in the mirror. This set of clothes has a strong color of death spread. The clothes are mainly black, and the cuffs and collar are decorated with golden silk threads. Coupled with the appropriate tailoring, as soon as Allen put it on, he immediately transformed into those noble sons who often go to the reception and salon in Babylon.

"I really don't want you to go out like this, otherwise, those women would like to eat you in one bite." Lucy said with a smile.

Allen kissed her forehead and said, "Don't worry, I will protect myself."

"Who would believe it?" She burst out laughing, and pushed Allen out the door: "Go, if Capulo dares to mess around, tell him I'm on the boat."

"Thank you princess for your love." Allen bowed exaggeratedly, and left the residence amidst Lucy's scolding.

There was already a team of guards waiting outside the door, as if they were afraid that he would run away. Allen whistled and said to an officer, "Please lead the way."

The venue of the banquet is the restaurant of the Sunrise, which is of course the highest-level restaurant, which is basically reserved for people above generals. But tonight, this space is not big, and the elegant restaurant is only open to Kaprow and Allen. After Allen was brought into the restaurant, he found that apart from the waiter walking around, there was no one from the military in sight.

When the officer led him into a small compartment, Allen heard a series of loud laughter, which was really heard before anyone saw it. Allen took a breath, strode across the hallway, and a tall and mighty figure immediately hit his eyes.

He finally met another Field Marshal of the Federation.

Wild lion, Capulo!

The old marshal was also wearing a black dress, and this dark suit further brought out his abyss-like demeanor. The light blonde hair that is almost silver adds to its majesty. Tonight's Capulo has obviously undergone some careful grooming, so as not to give people the impression of being old at all. There is only the majesty of being in the top position for a long time, and the majestic and majestic posture like a mountain.

Under Capron's invisible aura, Allen felt his back was wet with sweat just by looking at him.

Capulo stretched out his hand and said, "Sit here, Alan. You don't mind if I call you that?"

"That's my honor." Allen said respectfully, regardless of the positions of the two parties, Kaprow is always a respectable figure. Regardless of likes and dislikes, this person's contribution to the Federation can be called a giant.

"Don't be restrained, there are no marshals here tonight, so you should just chat with an old servant." Capulo sat down and raised his hand to the only chair opposite: "Please sit down, Allen."

Allen sat down as promised.

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