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

The three people's attitudes were clear and unambiguous.

So Han Fei turned around and solemnly said to Lamaren's tall and elegant figure, "Thank you for your generosity and protection, Ms. Lamaren. Well then, I'll be troubling you tonight."

The Valley of the Banshees is always shrouded in an indescribable eerie atmosphere.

Han Fei has been here for so long, but apart from Lamaren, the ruler of the royal court, he has never seen a female demon in person.

But from the moment they stepped into the valley, the intense sense of being watched from all directions, seemingly omnipresent, lingered like a thorn in their side, making them feel uneasy.

If it were from the beginning, Han Fei would have really considered whether or not to stay overnight, but by then, Lamaren had already shown enough goodwill.

Han Fei decided to believe in her good intentions.

"Then please follow me."

Lamaren gracefully turned to the side, made a "please" gesture, and then slowly stepped forward, as if she were to lead the way for Han Fei and the others.

This was somewhat beyond Han Fei's expectations.

He thought there would be a camping-up activity tonight.

But it's always easier to avoid having to pitch the tent yourself, so he picked up Ines and followed her.

Following Han Fei's movements, the rest of the team followed suit, trailing behind him and heading into the unknown with Lamaren.

Volume 1: Chapter 148 Peeping

On a high slope in the southwest corner of the valley, a solitary house stands alone.

This is the residence of Lamaren, the queen of the succubi.

In this valley inhabited by numerous succubi, Ramalien's house was undoubtedly the most conspicuous and the largest. Occupying a prominent position on the high slope, its size and design far surpassed the dwellings of the other succubi in the valley, highlighting the status of its owner.

However, Kazdel's poverty and war-torn nature meant that its "luxury" was limited.

Its splendor is far inferior to the magnificent palaces of royal families in other wealthy countries.

However, compared to the simple dwellings commonly found in Kazdel, it is quite luxurious, its exquisite design dwarfing even the private residences of ordinary small businessmen.

Stepping inside, the interior furnishings and decor are quite similar in sophistication to the old mansion of the Texas family—emphasizing details, using high-quality materials, and exuding a refined and elegant style.

However, in terms of the grandeur and spaciousness of the space, it falls far short of the imposing grandeur of the old Texas house.

Lamaren faithfully fulfilled her duties as the hostess, arranging rooms for everyone in Han Fei's team.

"Then, everyone, please rest well here tonight. I will make sure no one disturbs your sleep."

After settling everything in, Lamaren quietly took her leave, leaving everyone with a private and safe space.

After she left, Han Fei looked at the group of girls and said leisurely, "It seems that we don't need to keep watch tonight. Everyone can get some rest."

"Ah."

Remian responded softly, then sighed, "I never expected that Kazdel would have such a special ruler of the royal court. She is quite different from the Sarkaz I have met."

Remian had seen many Sarkaz people in the past, but they were all her enemies, roaming the outskirts of Laterano like a pack of hungry and cunning jackals.

Han Fei, however, was unsurprised and waved his hand, saying, "You'll be even more surprised after you meet their Demon King."

Will we be able to see it?

Remule blinked, her eyes filled with anticipation and curiosity, but also with a hint of worry. "We're Sarkaz, you know. Won't something go wrong?"

"It's not a big problem."

Han Fei waved his hand casually and said, "That person is more, well, more gentle than you think."

In the original storyline, it seems that there were no Sakotas in the Babel team led by Theresa.

At least, Han Fei vaguely remembered that the supporting characters who appeared in the story were all from races like Caprini with horns on their heads.

But if you think about it a little, you'll understand that Theresa couldn't possibly be prejudiced against Sakota.

Putting aside her ideals, just consider the extent of damage that prejudice can cause to her team once it exists.

Many alien races joined the Tower of Babel, traveling great distances to Kazdel to help the Sarkaz who were hostile to them.

Even though they put their hearts into their daily work, they were still met with hostility and even harm from the Sarkaz. Why didn't the employees of Babel leave?

It wasn't about the salary, but rather that they were all drawn to Theresa's vision and were willing to put in the effort to turn that beautiful blueprint into reality.

As a result, it's a bit too much for Theresa to suddenly be prejudiced against the Sarkaz and say something like, "I'm willing to build a future where all races can coexist peacefully, except for the Sarkaz."

Only a fool would play this game at a time like this, because the potential gains are completely disproportionate to the hidden risks.

Theresa was clearly not stupid.

The reason why we don't see Sarkaz in the story is not hard to guess. First, it's not safe. Even if there were Sarkaz, there would be no need to send him out for field work, since the Sarkaz really hate Sarkaz.

Secondly, Sarkaz are difficult to recruit. It is not common for Sarkaz who have not fallen to heaven and are willing to travel far away from Laterano. On this basis, if we add the condition that they have no prejudice against Sarkaz and are willing to accept and help Sarkaz, then they are even rarer.

Texas listened to the conversation calmly and suggested, "If you're unsure what to do, I suggest you consider leaving, boss."

Han Fei nodded slightly, accepting this suggestion, and said, "Well, if that doesn't work, I'll sneak in and pull the switch, and we can just leave."

Although the top-secret gate can't be opened at the start, there will definitely be enough time when they reach the Tower of Babel. If anything happens, they can just swipe the card, go in, pull the gate, and run away.

"Okay, then it's settled?" Remy clapped her hands, drawing everyone's attention. "Then, Han Fei, you can put her back first, and then we should all get some rest and set off tomorrow morning."

"it is good."

Han Fei responded and got down, taking Ines back to the room arranged by Lamaren. He didn't do anything extra, simply putting her down and leaving the room.

After leaving the room, Han Fei chatted with his teammates for a few more minutes, and then everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

The room that Lamaren arranged was very nice; the sheets and blankets were all new, and it was very warm and comfortable to lie on.

But Han Fei was experiencing insomnia for the first time in a long time.

It wasn't that I was deliberately staying awake; it was simply that I had a feeling of being watched.

Even with the curtains drawn, that feeling still lingers.

This made Han Fei inexplicably irritated. If it weren't so quiet at the moment, and loud noise might disturb other people's rest, he would have wanted to pull back the curtains, open the window, and shout outside: "Why aren't you sleeping at night? What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a handsome young man before?"

After tossing and turning for a while, Han Fei still couldn't fall asleep. So, he simply pushed open the door, tiptoed out of the room, and went to the yard alone, thinking he would clear his head and also see which clueless guy was spying on him in the middle of the night.

As soon as I reached the door, I heard a faint sound of footsteps behind me.

Han Fei turned around and saw that it was Lamarian.

Han Fei stopped and turned around to politely ask, "Madam, haven't you rested yet?"

"Yeah, you're still awake too."

Ramallen's voice was as serene as ever, even taking on a somewhat ethereal quality in the quiet atmosphere. "Is the room unsuitable? Would you like me to change your room?"

"No need for that, madam, the room is very comfortable."

Han Fei scratched his head and said truthfully, "But I always feel like someone is watching me. Even when I draw the curtains, the feeling doesn't go away. It's very awkward and I can't sleep soundly. So, I thought I'd go out for a walk to clear my head and see who's up in the middle of the night, acting as a peeping tom outside my window."

"So that's it."

Lamaren gracefully walked up to Han Fei and said softly, "Then let's take a walk together."

Volume 1: Chapter 149 Night Talk (Revised)

"It's my pleasure."

Han Fei responded politely and opened the door for Lamaren, then walked with her into the quiet courtyard.

The moonlight was bright, its clear, silvery glow pouring down like mercury, gently enveloping Lamaren. This moonlight seemed to coat her powerful and mysterious aura with a hazy, holy halo.

Bathed in this soft light, the serenity and gentleness she possessed, befitting a "widow," seemed to be subtly amplified.

That calmness was not weakness, but a restrained strength that had been tempered by time, mixed with a faint, lingering sadness, making her appearance particularly moving at that moment.

Even the smooth jawline that was inadvertently revealed from under the black veil that concealed her face appeared even more lustrous and jade-like under the moonlight, exuding a purity untouched by the dust of the world.

Even though this wasn't Han Fei's first time seeing this female demon lord, when his gaze fell upon her tranquil, holy, and slightly sorrowful figure under the moonlight, his breathing involuntarily softened.

It was a breathtaking concentration, almost as if facing a deity, for fear of disturbing this exquisite moonlit scene.

But Han Fei didn't look at it for long, and the next second he naturally looked away.

Be polite!

Ramalyn's act of wearing a veil was enough to show her feelings; there was no need to stare at her like she had never seen a woman before.

So rude.

But that fleeting reaction was still keenly caught by the powerful woman. Lamarle's steps seemed to pause almost imperceptibly, as if it were merely an illusion created by the moonlight flowing across her robes. She did not turn to look at Han Fei; her gaze remained calmly fixed on the courtyard path ahead.

But her voice was even softer than before, like moonlight brushing against flower petals, carrying an almost elusive, indescribable meaning, quietly drifting into Han Fei's ears:

"You are a very considerate young man."

She paused, and the veil of mystery that shrouded her seemed to soften its sharp edges under the moonlight.

She didn't explain what she meant by those words. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze seemingly sweeping past the shadows of the trees Han Fei had been looking at, or perhaps she was simply admiring the moonlight.

"This kind of moonlight is perfect for quiet contemplation."

Finally, she paused, a barely perceptible, distant sigh escaping her ethereal voice:

"The valley has indeed been silent for too long, so long that my people seem to have forgotten how to properly greet a strange visitor."

Her gaze seemed to pierce through the night, directed towards the direction of those unseen observers, and her tone softened:

"Their curiosity disturbed your sleep, which was not my intention, Mr. Han Fei."

Han Fei, of course, wouldn't be tactless. He immediately seized the opportunity offered by the other party and replied sincerely, "I understand. After all, for the Sarkaz, an outsider like me is novel enough."

Finally, seemingly sensing the overly heavy atmosphere, he slightly raised the corners of his mouth, a faint smile playing on his lips, and added in a low voice:

"Besides, perhaps in their eyes, my appearance could be considered, well, rather exotic and worth observing?"

That is to say, the woman in front of him is Lamarle, a noble and mature lady. If it were a girl of his age, he would have said something like:

"I'm incredibly handsome, really."

Han Fei has never lacked confidence.

What's introversion? First, max out your confidence!

Lamarle's steps seemed to pause very slightly again, this time even more imperceptibly than before.

Her gaze, through the black veil, fell on Han Fei's face.

At this moment, Lamaren could clearly see the undisguised confidence in Han Fei's eyes.

What an outgoing young man...

Unlike the awe and respect shown to the valley siren, this man named Han Fei seemed to have no idea what the word "fear" meant.

But his behavior was just right, so that Ramalyn didn't feel offended in the slightest.

Looking into those confident eyes, for some reason, Ramalen recalled that undisguised, straightforward gaze from earlier that day, as if trying to pierce through the veil and reach the deep eyes behind it.

That burning, unreverent honesty, born of youth, seemed to reappear once again, reaching right up to the veil on her face.

As Ramalyn said, the valley has been silent for a hundred years, but what has been silent along with it is not only the valley, but also her heart.

Han Fei's appearance was like a pebble thrown into a deep well, creating barely perceptible ripples in the valley.

"You're always like this, hmm..."

Lamarlene paused, as if choosing her words carefully, before finally adding, "Is it always this passionate?"

"That's not it?"

Han Fei blinked and asked matter-of-factly, "I'm young, so of course I don't look old-fashioned, do I?"

Finally, the gaze that Ramalen had just remembered landed precisely on her veil once again.

In that instant, Lamaren's heartstrings tightened.

Beneath the veil, she seemed to hold her breath almost imperceptibly. She even thought that this audacious young man was about to make that extremely impolite request that she had already refused countless times—to try to see her true face.

However, Han Fei did not; he said sincerely:

"Madam, please raise your hand, okay?"

"what for?"

Lamarlene's voice remained steady, but beneath that steadiness, a subtle ripple of confusion, one that even she herself had not anticipated, flickered.

The request itself was not offensive, it was just... too unexpected.