What happened to the Delta Force? It turned into Arknights!

It is a kind of deliberate conservatism.

She was tall and slender, wrapped in a complex long dress with a deep black main color. The material of the dress was neither gauze nor silk, and it had a faint moonlight-like luster. As she walked, it seemed as if shadows were floating on it.

Her skin was an almost transparent, cool white, which contrasted sharply with her dark clothing. However, most of her skin was covered by the wide, long dress, with only her hands and her chin, which were not covered by the veil, exposed to Han Fei's view.

Calm, dignified, and noble, with a hint of melancholy in the background.

This was Han Fei's second impression after she fully revealed her figure.

The static character art in the game simply cannot perfectly capture the aura of this banshee queen.

"A very interesting team."

The gaze of the Banshee Queen Lamaren swept over Han Fei and the girls behind him from beneath the black veil.

“A Luper, a Sarkaz, a pair of Sarkaz, and…”

Despite the veil separating them, Han Fei could still feel the scrutinizing gaze of the female demon lord.

Han Fei did not show any fear in response.

He had seen many important figures and was no longer the naive newbie who used to be a little flustered when he saw the Inner Guards.

He stepped forward and introduced himself in a very proper and polite manner: "I am Han Fei, an ordinary mercenary, and their boss."

"Ok?"

Lamarlene's gaze lingered briefly on Ines. "But she doesn't seem to see you as her boss."

As she spoke, her gaze returned to Han Fei's face, silently awaiting his answer.

“Ines? She’s my spoils, not my employee. I don’t pay her a salary.” Han Fei grinned, revealing a set of clean, white teeth.

"I see."

Lamarle nodded noncommittally.

She had no intention of interfering in the private affairs of strangers.

Seeing this, Han Fei stepped forward again, placed one hand on his chest, and said in a gentle but clear voice, "Madam, I understand your wariness of our sudden visit. But please rest assured, we have no ill intentions."

He paused briefly, his tone carrying a deeper meaning, "Furthermore, please allow me to speak frankly, I am quite familiar with Her Highness Theresa and the current chaotic situation in Kazdel."

“I am well aware that these are turbulent times, and your prudence is only natural and I fully understand it.”

At this point, Han Fei's gaze suddenly became focused, as if trying to pierce through the symbolic black veil and reach the deep eyes behind it.

Lamaren did not look away from the direct gaze.

The long years had given her unwavering composure, and this level of scrutiny was far from enough to make her feel ashamed.

However, a very slight discomfort, like a pebble thrown into a deep well, created barely perceptible ripples.

She was a reclusive widow, and this veil was a barrier to keep out unnecessary outside attention.

Despite her imposing presence as the ruler of the royal court, few dared to gaze upon her so directly, even with the intense passion of youth, attempting to penetrate this barrier and "look" at her for an extended period.

Today, however, a young man who is "not afraid of death" has arrived.

She could clearly sense that there was no intimacy or lewdness in Han Fei's gaze, only a pure and earnest expression of wanting to look into her eyes when speaking.

But it was precisely this passionate and unreserved honesty stemming from youth that made her feel a long-lost and unfamiliar sense of unease.

Her valley subjects prostrated themselves in awe, and visitors from afar proceeded with utmost caution. It had been far too long since she had been gazed upon so closely and intently by such vibrant, uninhibited eyes.

But this strange feeling vanished in an instant, not even leaving a clear trace in her heart. Because Han Fei had already steered the conversation to its core:

“Personally, I tend to support Princess Theresa’s ideals.” His voice was sincere. “And I think you should feel the same way, so there seems to be no reason for us to conflict?”

Ramalyn was indeed a supporter of Theresa, and for this reason, she even sent her own son to Theresa's side.

Faced with a young man who claimed to also support Theresa's theory, Ramalen hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"young people."

Her voice was deep and calm, as if it had traveled through time: "What you said is ultimately just one-sided talk."

Lamarle's eyes, which seemed to see into the soul, gazed intently into Han Fei's eyes through her veil.

"but."

She paused slightly, as if making a decision, and said, "You have indeed convinced me."

Her tone softened almost imperceptibly, yet still carried an undeniable air of authority: "Then, please do not betray this trust. Do not do anything unnecessary."

Volume 1: Chapter 140 Emerging from the Valley (Revised)

Han Fei said politely, "Please rest assured, madam, I am willing to complete the subsequent actions under your watchful eye."

Han Fei didn't think anything bad would happen since it was just a supply box.

—Unless there's an ambush inside.

But the possibility is too low, and Lamarle has no need or reason to do so.

As the ruler of the royal court, Lamaren doesn't really need to resort to ambushes to deal with Han Fei.

"hope so."

Lamaren said softly, then turned around and said, “Please come with me.”

Han Fei and his group followed Lamaren into the valley.

The valley is not a desolate, primitive landscape; there are architectural complexes within it.

Houses of varying heights stand on both sides of the valley. These houses are not just for show; each one bears obvious signs of life and is clearly the dwelling place of the succubi.

Interestingly, Han Fei couldn't discern the style of these houses.

If I had to describe it, it would be Kazdel style, rugged yet with a touch of the delicate charm unique to the Banshee race.

Han Fei was initially worried that the mission location might be in an awkward place, such as the house of a banshee, or even the house of Lamaren.

Fortunately, this did not happen.

Following the blue punctuation mark, Han Fei arrived at the largest house in the valley, right at the door of the house.

Looking at the house in front of him, Han Fei subconsciously asked, "Is this your home, Ms. Lamaren?"

"Ah."

Lamaren responded softly, her voice as gentle as a nightingale in a secluded valley.

"Could it be that this commission was given to you?"

As Han Fei spoke, he walked to the door and began to put down the supply boxes.

He took out his phone and started the loading screen. After the loading screen finished, he took a large supply box out of his bag and placed it on the ground.

Lamaren stepped forward, looked at the supply box, and asked, "What's inside?"

"I do not know."

Han Fei explained very sincerely, "I haven't opened it and don't know what's inside."

"I see."

Lamaren nodded slightly, then said, "Then, your task is complete."

Han Fei understood her meaning; she was telling him to leave. He then said:

"Thank you for your generosity, Ms. Lamarle. Well then, we will not disturb you any longer."

Han Fei really didn't have any reason to stay here.

This Banshee Valley is impossible to search, and Lamaren most likely wouldn't want Han Fei to touch and grope her everywhere.

Fighting is impossible; if we fight, we'll be waging war against the entire Banshee Valley.

However, before leaving, Han Fei felt it would be better to mention it to Lamaren.

So he added, “Ms. Lamaren, you should be able to contact Princess Theresa, right? At the very least, you should be able to contact your son.”

Lamaren glanced at Han Fei, a scrutinizing gaze falling on his face from behind her veil.

"what you up to."

"It's not what I want to do."

Han Fei explained softly, "It's what Theresis wants to do."

Lamarle was somewhat puzzled, so she remained silent and gestured for Han Fei to continue.

"Theresis has gathered a group of heroes from Kazdel and trained them to be assassins, preparing to assassinate Princess Theresia," Han Fei explained. "I think it would be better if you reminded Her Highness."

Lamaren asked, "How did you know?"

"Because I saw those assassins on my way here," Han Fei replied immediately.

But this answer clearly did not satisfy Ramalyn.

"A plan that even I don't know about, and you, just by seeing those people, can you judge their identities and purposes?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a hint of curiosity appeared in Lamarle's eyes.

She did not doubt that Theresis truly had such a plan, because a little attention to the current situation would reveal that Kazdel had now reached a point where it absolutely needed only one king.

If either side wants to resolve this unrest quickly, there is only one way—beheading.

If the other king is killed, then the civil war in Kazdel will naturally come to an end.

Kazdel only needs one king.

Even if the king's beliefs are different, the Sarkaz will still follow behind him.

This is a Kazdel tradition.

But Han Fei's statement was indeed a bit of an exaggeration; he was able to determine the identities of those people simply by looking at them.

This made it hard for Lamarle not to suspect his identity.

Facing the gaze of the King of the Royal Court, Han Fei remained calm and said confidently, "If I said I had seen the future, would you believe me?"

Lamaren did not show any surprise, and said softly, "The Cyclops Royal Court also has similar abilities."

She paused, then asked, "Then tell me, what do you see of the future?"

Han Fei simply said, "Theresis will win."

"I see."

Lamarlene looked surprised; the years had given her experience enough to make her as steadfast as a rock.

Moreover, this is only Han Fei's opinion.

Although, judging from the current situation, Theresis does have the upper hand, and most of the Sarkaz are willing to follow tradition and follow Theresis.

Han Fei paused, then added, "And your child will not be harmed in this turmoil; he will become a qualified ruler of the royal court in the future."

When talking about her son, Lamarlene's voice softened, and she said, "Aifanil is a good boy."

"Speaking of which, Ms. Lamarle really doesn't plan to get involved herself?"

Han Fei carefully considered his words, trying to maintain the appropriate tone in the conversation. "As far as I know, several other royal courts have already personally intervened."

“Aifanir will support Princess Theresa in my place.” Lamaren’s voice was gentle yet carried an undeniable authority. “This is a necessary trial for him as the heir, and a test for him to become the ruler of the royal court.”

The words had faded, and the conversation should have ended there.

However, Ramalen's gaze lingered for a moment as it landed on Han Fei's vibrant yet angular young face, her eyes seemingly fixed behind the veil. A barely perceptible sigh escaped her lips as her voice rose again:

"The future of this land will be shouldered by those who come after, and my era will eventually fade into the background."

Sensing the desolation and alienation in those words, Han Fei did not back down. Instead, he looked directly at the invisible silhouette behind the veil, his tone sincere and earnest:

"Please don't say that. Time may flow, but the wisdom and perspective it sculpts are irreplaceable treasures. This accumulation in you is far more significant than mere 'youthful brilliance'."

He paused, then added, "And I don't see any signs of aging on you."

The air seemed to freeze the moment Han Fei finished speaking. Lamaren did not respond immediately, but fell into an extremely brief yet unusually heavy silence.

Her aura, which was as calm as an abyss, seemed to fluctuate almost imperceptibly, like an ancient well to which a stone has been thrown; the surface was calm, but ripples spread out from the depths.

Her gaze did not dodge; instead, it lingered on Han Fei's face for a long time, with a hint of scrutiny, through the hazy veil, as if measuring how much sincerity, how much unintentionality, or how much deeper probing was hidden in his words.

The fingertips, clad in black gauze gloves, unconsciously brushed lightly along the edge of the veil. The movement was as subtle as brushing away a speck of dust, yet it served as a silent reminder.

—It reminded her, and also the pair of eyes opposite her, that the existence of this thin veil was precisely to isolate her from all inappropriate prying and judgment in the world.