Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 700: Banquet Is No Good Banquet

A small disturbance came to an end.

Risley pulled Christine over and didn't know what to say. The girl just nodded her head repeatedly and left with her head lowered. Reese walked back and smiled bitterly, "It's all thanks to you."

"Even without me, this kind of thing wouldn't be difficult for you." Alan ordered him a glass of wine. Reese handled things smoothly. How could such a person not handle the situation just now? The only difference was what kind of price he had to pay.

"Anyway, I owe you a favor. Also, I want to owe you more." Risrael pointed.

Alan nodded and said, "If I could go to the central battlefield, I would definitely need you. I would also like to ask you to find more teams, otherwise, our strength would still be a little weak."

"I'll take care of this."

After a pleasant clash, Reese said, "Sorry, I have to go. I have to look at Christine. She seems a little depressed."

"It's time for us to leave. See you tomorrow." Alan patted Hubble and said, "Let's go, big man. I'll treat you to a good drink next time."

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

He stood up again and shook the empty bottle in his hand. "Tell that woman that Hubble doesn't want to owe her. She bought me a bottle of wine, and I'll find an opportunity to help her on the battlefield. But only once. Hubble doesn't have money, but when it comes to fighting, I'm not afraid of anyone."

Reese was overjoyed. Allen's team was extraordinary when they pulled out any one of them. Moreover, this Hubble's aura was thick, and it was obvious that he was no ordinary warrior. With his words, Christine had gained more protection on the battlefield. She thanked the girl immediately.

Alan brought Hubble back to his assigned residence, and along the way, Hubble's chopping knife attracted people's attention. Fortunately, his armor was dignified enough to make it impossible for anyone to associate it with the Catus. After all, the Catus were notoriously poor, and no one believed that a Catus could wear such armor even if they were beaten to death. But Hubble didn't like the feeling of being watched. He kept snorting discontentedly from his helmet and muttered, "I really want to cut them down, these annoying fellows."

When he finally got back to his room, Hubble didn't chop anyone down, and Alan arranged for a large room for him. Hubble's own weight, coupled with the weight of his armor, was probably a few tons, so naturally no bed could bear his weight. So he simply fell asleep on the ground and threw the beheading knife to the ground. He found a corner and fell asleep. A moment later, the Catu people's earth-shattering shrieks rang out.

When Ellen left the room, the housekeeper reminded him of Catherine's visit. He opened the door and found that Catherine had brought a guard. With an official indifference, he said, "Marshal Capullo wants to see you."

"When?" Alan was a little surprised, but he felt that it was reasonable.

"Two hours later, at seven o'clock Earth time. He's going to invite you to dinner. Before that, I suggest you tidy up a little."

"I'm honored, but you know that I'm here for war, so I don't have any clothes for the banquet." Alan smiled.

Catherine snapped her fingers, and a soldier placed two boxes under Ellen's feet. Only then did the major general say, "There is something you need in here."

"You're really thoughtful." Alan couldn't help but sigh.

Catherine nodded, turned to walk, and said in a voice that only Alan could hear, "Don't talk nonsense." Only then did he leave.

Alan walked into the hall with the suitcase in his hand. Lucy looked at the suitcase and asked, "What is this?"

"Capullo is going to invite me to dinner tonight. This is Catherine's dress for the banquet."

"Capulo?" '"We have nothing to do with the old party. What is he looking for you for?" Reina walked out in casual clothes and frowned.

"Who knows?" Ellen shrugged and smiled, "Anyway, the banquet is not a good one."

As expected, Catherine had delivered everything from shirts to coats, from necklaces to shoes. What was even more rare was that these clothes matched Ellen's figure perfectly. When Lucy helped him put it on, a handsome young man appeared in the mirror. The outfit carried the dense color of death, mainly black, with golden threads decorated at the cuffs and collar edges. Coupled with the appropriate tailoring, Allen immediately transformed into the noble nobles of Babylon who frequented the wine salons.

"I really don't want you to go out like this. Otherwise, those women would have eaten you in one bite." Said Lucy with a smile.

Alan kissed her forehead and said, "Don't worry, I'll protect myself."

"Who believes it?" She chuckled and pushed Ellen out of the door. "Go, if Capullo dares to do anything, tell him I'm on the boat."

"Thank you, Princess." Alan bowed exaggeratedly and left the house in the midst of Lucy's scolding.

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

The banquet was held at Sunrise Restaurant. Of course, it was the highest-level restaurant. It was basically reserved for people above the general level. However, tonight, this small, elegant restaurant was only open to Capulet and Allen. After Alan was brought into the restaurant, he discovered that there was no one from the military except the waiters.

When the officer led him into a small compartment, Allen heard a series of loud laughter. Alan took a deep breath and strode past the entrance hall. A tall and mighty figure in front of him immediately crashed into his eyes.

He finally met another marshal of the Federation.

Wild Lion, Capulet!

The old marshal was also dressed in a black gown. This dark-colored gown gave off an aura as deep as the Abyss Prison. The pale silver blonde hair was even more dignified, and tonight Capulo had clearly been carefully groomed to leave no impression of old age. There were only majesty and majesty, as well as majesty like mountains.

Under Capullo's invisible aura, Alan felt his back wet with sweat just by looking at him.

Capullo stretched out his hand and beckoned, "Sit over here, Ellen. Do you mind if I call you that?"

"It's my pleasure." Alan said respectfully. Regardless of the positions of the two sides, Capulo was still a respectable person. Forget about likes and dislikes, this person's contribution to the Federation was so great that he could be addressed as a giant.

"Don't worry, there's no marshal here tonight. You should just chat with an old servant." Capullo sat down and raised his hand to the only chair opposite him. "Please sit down, Alan."

Alan sat down as he was told.

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