Jean neared Noah, stretching her arm toward his scarf.
Noah grabbed her hand and stared at her with his usual cold eyes.
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"Oh my, I like strong men."
"I'm not a man."
"…"
Noah's answer rendered Jean speechless and made some of the other in the room explode in a sonorous laugh.
"Leave it be Jean, I can appreciate you if you want."
"You found a tough one Enchanting poison, haha!"
"Hmph!"
Jean pulled back her hand and returned to her corner, staring fixedly at Noah.
Her green eyes emitted some kind of alluring feeling, as if they forced those around her to look at them.
'What is wrong with her, we are about to engage in a fierce battle and she wants to hook up with a hooded person. But, most importantly, why me?'
Noah sighed internally at the events in the tavern and could not help but wait with eagerness for the envoy to arrive.
As if answering his desire, a covered figure stood up and removed his clothes.
A golden armor was shown to the presents and silence invaded the room.
'How cunning, he was here all along.'
"The thirty of us are all the cultivators recruited for this mission. Listen to me, I was just informed about the strength of our enemy."
Everyone's attention was picked and they observed silently as the man covered again his armor and sat back on the floor.
"They have around sixty soldiers, about half of them are rank 1 cultivators while the others are rank 2."
Complains began to escape the mouths of the presents, their man-power was clearly inferior to theirs.
"Calm down and let me finish! We have the territorial advantage and, with Miss Jean here, their rank 1 soldiers are just meat shields."
The representative turned toward Jean and pointed at her.
She stood up and made a bow before taking out a large barrel that exuded a dangerous aura.
"This is a similar version of the venom that I used back in my mansion. It doesn't have its same power since I didn't have access to precious materials but it can kill rank 1 cultivators in an instant. As for rank 2 ones, they would be at least injured."
The people in the room instinctively took a step back after hearing her words.
'If what she said is true, then there won't be any problem in dealing with the difference in numbers. Only one problem remains."
"What about cultivators in the heroic ranks?"
Noah asked.
He wasn't afraid of other rank 2 cultivators but he would rather restrain himself from showing all his strength in case a powerful cultivator appeared.
'I don't believe that the Royal family would completely rely on us for this mission, they must have other soldiers lying in wait in case we fail.'
"My body is in the heroic ranks, does that suffice as an answer?"
The representative replied to him in a cold voice, it was clear that he felt above the others in the room.
Noah shrugged his shoulders and supported himself on the wall behind him.
If the envoy was to take care of the real dangers in the mission, then he could simply use his martial art and preserve his strength in case something unexpected happened.
Chapter end
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