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Chapter 1134 - Chapter 1134 Chapter 348 Fantasy Universe

Chapter 1134: Chapter 348 ‘Fantasy Universe Chapter 1134: Chapter 348 ‘Fantasy Universe In the military tent, a scene of exquisite spring beauty unfolded.

It had been a long while.

They reveled in their joy.

Miss Rita, wearing not a stitch, was currently sprawled lazily upon the soft olive-green military blanket.

Having released a fervent passion, fatigue inevitably crept in, prompting her to close her eyes for a brief nap.

The warm orange light of the Alchemy Lamp shone on her smooth skin, casting a delicate glow akin to the gossamer of silk.

The way she lay there was suggestive and languid, the sublime curve of her back delineated with perfection.

Her silhouette flowed seamlessly from her shoulder blades to her even waist, then suddenly curved upward, her polished buttocks boasting an extraordinary proud arc.

Her breasts were compressed and deformed but spilled out halfway like round porcelain bowls, just so.

This was the splendid figure she had honed through rigorous training, soft and supple in its beauty.

Leonard Churchill’s hand reached out, reluctant to part from the exquisite touch.

It was like a cloud, at times gently molding and at other times holding the shape, causing ripples to spread softly.

Seven Brown closed her eyes, her long lashes fluttering slightly, a faint smile persisting on her lips, a look of acquiescence to his actions.

Lying beside Leonard Churchill, she finally felt that sense of ease which allowed her to fall asleep without any worries.

Neither of them had enjoyed such peaceful moments in a very long time.

Leonard Churchill was now a Fifth Tier, and his vitality would soon return.

After resting briefly, he sat up.

Out in the wilderness, a breeze swept through, making the tent slightly chilly.

Seeing Seven Brown beside him, apparently already deep in sleep, Leonard Churchill smiled slightly and pulled up the blanket to cover her flawless back.

He picked up the documents they had previously seized from “PN-44 Base” and began examining them again.

Though the blueprints were technical and difficult to grasp, Leonard Churchill reviewed them with great care, not missing a word.

He had to ascertain precisely what they had stolen to assess more accurately the dangers they would face in the future.

…

Before he knew it, an hour had passed.

The hands on the pocket watch indicated it was five o’clock in the morning.

The wonderful figure under the blanket stirred, and Leonard Churchill glanced at her, “Awake?”

He also added, “Don’t you want to sleep a little longer?”

Seven Brown’s pupils danced with joy as she got up, and Leonard Churchill immediately felt his arm plunge into the softness, “No, my biological clock has gotten used to waking up at this hour.”

Without much ado, Miss Rita walked out of the tent, glancing back to say, “I’m going to take a shower.”

She had no intention of dressing, just walking out as she was.

Leonard Churchill looked at the bare back disappearing from sight, a hint of an imperceptible smile dancing on his face.

Soon after, the sound of splashing water reached his ears.

There was plenty of drinking water in their Storage Rings, but now it had to be emptied to make room for the documents, creating a pile on the ground.

It proved convenient for their current needs.

Seven Brown punched a few holes in the water tank with bullets, hung it on a Mechanical arm, and made a simple shower bucket.

The splattering droplets landed on her skin, the darkness like a natural canvas, and in Leonard Churchill’s eyes, the bathing girl was framed in scene after scene of absolute beauty.

Leonard Churchill watched, delighted.

Miss Rita also naturally displayed her exquisite figure to Leonard Churchill.

…

After finishing her shower, Seven Brown wrapped herself in a towel and came over.

While drying her damp hair, she inquired, “What are you so engrossed in?”

She knew Leonard Churchill had been poring over those documents.

And the documents in the box that he was currently examining seemed to be something special because she had noticed a crease in his brow from the moment she looked over.

Leonard Churchill replied, “This is an encrypted document. I’m trying to decode it.”

“Oh?”

Seven Brown also looked over.

Laboratory blueprints and research documents often involved military affairs; encryption was hardly surprising.

Leonard Churchill knew she might not have grasped the significance, so he added, “But this document is highly encrypted, much more so than the ‘Hunting God Armor.’ I haven’t found a clue to break it yet.”

Upon hearing this, Seven Brown’s gaze turned contemplative, as if she understood something: “You mean to say…”

Leonard Churchill confirmed her guess and stated plainly, “This might be some repair research information about that ‘Mechanical Angel.'”

Seven Brown also visibly startled, “Ah?”

She grasped the gravity of the situation.

Because the risk associated with a few boxes of blueprints was completely different.

If it were just some partial blueprints of the Hunting God Armor, the Orlan Royal Family would surely have backups.

So even if they were lost, they might not expend great effort to retrieve them.

After all, if the blueprints were to fall into the hands of the Southern Continent, they’d only be destroyed.

If they reached other powers in the East Wilderness, such as the Song Family, it might not be entirely bad.

A certain level of leakage might even lead to an explosive growth in mechanical technology. Now with the East Wilderness isolated from the Old Continent, the Orlan Royal Family held absolute control, and if they discovered the Song Family’s secret factories, they could obliterate them in one fell swoop.

It’s like their recent raid on the underground base; they might even net a batch of finished products directly.

However, with the research materials of the ‘Mechanical Angel,’ things were different.

The Orlan Royal Family would never allow such a weapon of mass destruction to slip away.

Upon this realization, Seven Brown stopped drying her hair, her worry unmistakable, “Doesn’t this mean we might have attracted some pretty big trouble?”

“Yes,” Leonard Churchill casually flipped through the blueprints and responded, “If nothing unexpected happens, the Orlan Royal Family should have methods to locate these blueprints. And they certainly won’t give up on hunting us down.”

“…”

Seven Brown had also considered this problematic outcome.