Poison Eve
Chapters-148

"You know who he is, right?" Sloan Jace asked Mo Rhino as she glanced towards the screen featuring Evelyn.

Mo Rhino and Voz Panther followed the glances of his eyes.

"Of course!" mo Rhino replied half throbbing. "Leaders of losers!"

Voz Panther chuckles thinly.

The three young men slipped out of the exclusive room of his family when the participants had already walked out of the Hall of Noble.

Now they gathered on the balcony railing of the corridor connecting the special rooms of the first class noble families, which began to be quiet after the departure of the participants. Only the guards and the Spiritual Masters of the committee were milling around along the corridor.

Sloan Jace bowed to look at the row of screens that were showing boring scenes of the participants' journey. Both of his elbows rest on the balcony railing. "So your mom never said anything, huh?" ask Mo Rhino.

"You know my mom, right?" mo Rhino's. "As his only son, I was always treated like a baby. My mother never thought of me as a man. I guess, she doesn't even know that my manhood is as hard as my fairy protector."

Voz Panther chuckles again.

Sloan stays unmoved. His gaze did not turn away from Evelyn's screen. "Well remember when I ran away in the matchmaking season?"

"Sure!" mo Rhino Sahut. "My mother intends to introduce you to her goddaughter."

Mo Rhino's mother was Mrs. Morgensteins.

Wait up! think readers. You mean Rhino Mo?

Aye!

That mo!

Evelyn's second enemy after Voz Panther in her first debut.

Mo Rhino is the only son of Mrs. Morgensteins. His name is Roland Morgenstein. Her protective fairy was obtained from her mother's genes.

And Evelyn didn't even know the young man was her godmother's son.

Especially readers!

How could?

Isn't Evelyn's relationship with her godmother so close?

Evelyn and her godmother are very close. But the distance of their homes is still far away.

Mrs. Morgenstein takes care of her only son with overprotective and treats him like a baby, as Mo says.

Mrs. Morgenstein never allowed Roland to know the outside world except for the noble school environment. Never involve him in adult talk. Never took him out of the capital. It is necessary like a baby. Baby Rhino!

So, he only gets along with his own species.

Otherwise, the story will not be so good.

"Right!" Sloan Jace smiled wryly. "Do you know who that girl is?"

Mo Rhino and Voz Panther simultaneously glanced towards Sloan.

"He!" Sloan Jace pointed at Evelyn's screen with her eye tail.

"What?" Mo Rhino and Voz Panther screamed simultaneously.

"He... my mother's goddaughter?" Mo Rhino pointed at Evelyn's screen while stammering.

"Oh, you poor noble orphan!" grunts Voz Panther scoffs at Mo.

"I'm important I'm still a noble!" knock Mo without the slightest burden.

Vox Panther snorted and twirled his eyeballs.

"I don't think he's so bad!" Mo Rhino raised his voice. "I mean—if I were you…"

"You clearly don't understand what I regret!" sloan Jace said cynically.

"You mean.." Voz Panther spontaneously turned to Sloan Jace with squinted eyes.

Sloan bowed while smiling grimly. "He's a rival, but he's not an enemy, is he?" he said it was barely audible. "Maybe I shouldn't have run away from an arranged marriage!"

"The truth is you're the one who didn't stand a chance!" sergeant Voz Panther as he glances at Mo Rhino. "Inner brothers can't marry!"

Then the three chuckled.

"Hey—don't get discouraged!" Mo cheers. "The next matchmaking season…"

"Late too!" sergeant Sloan cut off Mo's words. "He's dating the Prince now!"

"Dating with the Prince?" Voz Panther flabbergasted again.

"It's a pity," muttered Mo without sin.

Sloan and Voz Panther simultaneously glared at Mo.

"Truly plain as a baby!" booing Voz Panther.

Three days later…

The group of tournament participants finally arrived at the border gate of the City of Light.

One by one the participants stepped off the train, accompanied by their respective guardians.

The Knights of the Order of Angelos lined up from the gate to the grounds of the City of Light Cultural Hall. That's where the next fight will be. Five hundred meters from the border gate. And that was the length of the golden-armored knights lined up like golden statues.

Transparent glass pieces in the shape of a wedge floated around the border gate. Floating in the air like a hanging decoration. It was a magic glass monitor that would record each scene during the next deciding round in progress. A camera in the modern world.

In addition, the participants also still wore armor uniforms provided specifically by the Precious Hall of each country. Their armor also equipped the same magic glass monitor.

The spectators in the capital square and inside the halls of the Precious Hall of each country began to look excited after three days of glaring at the screen with drowsiness treated to a dull scene.

The squares of the capitals of each country, were thundering by the excited cries of the spectators. Some of them even sang yells while brandishing the small flag of their country like world cup supporters.

Two Spiritual Masters who served as both hosts and referees, stood outside the gate welcoming the participants. They were much stiffer than the referees at the Hall of Mulia.

And very unfriendly!

Their sound is clearer even without the help of loudspeakers.

"Until here you can't cheat" said one of them.

Obviously ketus!

"Strategy and teamwork don't apply here!"

"You may pass through the gate underhandedly" said the other. "But you won't survive three hundred meters from the Cultural Hall!"

Then they both filled. One to the right, one to the left. They raised one of their hands towards the gate, allowing the participants to step inside.

Then the clattering of powerful feet with the regular rhythm of the heel of the military shoe that had been polished against the ancient floor sounded from behind the row of horse carriages, giving the first impression to everyone that the bullying aura of the two referees had no effect on some people.

The Shangri-La Empire's top-ranked team appeared in front of the gate…

And half of the participants felt like they had a warning.

Some people actually gasp.

They all stared at the group, giving a look between bewildered and amazed.

Their gazes were now fixated on the row of dashing young Spiritual Masters in full special forces uniforms.

One by one the participants passed through the gate without any obstacles at all.

Starting from their most stunning leader.

Sunburned brown skin, shoulder-length brown curls, with a height of about one hundred and eighty, stocky and sturdy.

The young man wore his shining uniform with pride, showing clearly that what he was wearing was not just a competition uniform.

The young man even presented himself as a knight-a upright body, a puffed chest, straight shoulders, and a raised chin. The confidence he had as he walked with an authoritative and alert movement, as if confirming that he had passed through the border gate of the extremely sacred City of Light more than once.

Entering three hundred meters from the Cultural Hall, one young man from Shangri-La's top-ranked team bounced a few meters.

The chairman didn't even work on knowing one of his members was eliminated. Keep walking without looking at it with a watchful attitude.