Chapter 372: One versus Ten

Looking at Ms. Sholto's dignified and elegant beautiful smile, and watching her cute appearance of tilting her head slightly and listening attentively.

Heber Butler felt his heart begin to beat faster, and his heart rate rhythm was brisk and comfortable, as if he had returned to the stage of spring buds sprouting in his ignorant youth.

"Miss Sholto is so cute!" He thought to himself: "And this Mr. Cavill and Miss Sholto are just siblings, not the couple relationship I imagined before... This is really great!!!"

"Then my chances of winning Miss Sholto's heart have greatly increased!"

"But how to act specifically still needs to be carefully planned."

While Heber Butler was telling the history of this ancient land with great emotion, he was distracted and daydreaming about the beauty and charm of himself and Miss Sholto.

He felt that every frown and smile of Miss Sholto seemed to touch his heartstrings.

When Miss Sholto smiled, he couldn't help but feel happy.

When Miss Sholto was sad, he would also be sad involuntarily.

"According to the information from the head office, Miss Shulto used the company's special exclusive transportation service for this trip, which is a special customized service that only the company's senior VIP customers can enjoy."

"In the past, most customers who could use this service were elderly dignitaries and businessmen, but Miss Shulto looks young and beautiful, and obviously used the privileges of others."

"Combined with Miss Shulto's words and deeds, she must have received a high level of etiquette education, which means that Miss Shulto should have been born in a large family in the upper class, and this trip was also borrowed from the VIP privileges of the family elders. Limit... She is a real noble daughter!"

"A young lady born with a golden key must have been raised by countless people since she was young, and must have seen many rare objects. There should be nothing in this world that she wants but cannot get... The clichéd hero saving the beauty may be difficult to impress such a pampered noble lady.

"She should have seen too many such deeds... If I continue to implement the plan of hero saving the beauty, it is very likely that Miss Sholto will only think that I am a loyal servant... Only servants will sacrifice their lives for their masters without hesitation."

"If I really want to please Miss Sholto, I can only find a new way... Maybe I should continue to maintain my professionalism and treat Miss Sholto with a polite and indifferent attitude?"

"A beautiful and noble lady like Miss Sholto must have never lacked flattery and flattery around her. If I show an indifferent attitude of rejection, maybe it will arouse her competitive spirit and attract her attention! "

Heber Butler thought self-righteously. He had already made up his mind to use this as a strategy to attract Miss Sholto's attention. He had been completely immersed in how to win Miss Sholto's heart, and had forgotten the small conflict when he was waiting for the car at the platform... He even forgot that the man and woman in front of him were scholars of the invisible art from the secret world!

Just when the confident tour butler was about to change his tone of voice to show his professional attitude instead of being attentive to please Miss Sholto, he saw that Mr. Cavill, who had just rested his head on Miss Sholto's shoulders, had already Woke up and slowly opened his eyes.

Perhaps it was his illusion, in a trance he seemed to see Mr. Cavill's right eye abnormally swollen and protruding, as if it was about to jump out of the eye socket.

But when Heber Butler blinked and looked again, the other's right eye had shrunk back to normal, just like a poisonous snake poking its head out of a cave and then quickly shrinking back.

The tour manager thought he was probably confused. How could a human eye suddenly swell and protrude and then shrink in an instant? He must have seen it wrong.

But as Mr. Cavill slowly sat up after waking up, he once again noticed An abnormal atmosphere began to spread in the carriage.

The light of the oil lamp hanging on the top of the carriage seemed to become dim as Mr. Cavell woke up. It seemed that some kind of deep and dark light that was opposite to the light radiated from his eyes, filling the entire carriage in an instant, making it difficult for the bright yellow light to illuminate the entire carriage clearly, as if the air was filled with alien light-absorbing substances, which were gradually swallowing up the light of the lamp.

In a trance, Heber Butler could see patches of shadows circling high in the carriage, and those fingernail-sized shadows kept flashing before his eyes.

At that moment, he seemed to be able to glimpse the clear appearance of the shadow spots, as if he could see the outline details of the shadows - it was a kind of ugly, disgusting strange insect that was difficult to describe in words, fluttering its misty and empty wings, splashing chaotic and dim star-like scales around.

Heber Butler's sight followed the group of shadow insects, and his consciousness seemed to be devoured by the group of greedy shadow insects like the light of a lamp. A low and hoarse murmur seemed to echo in his mind, ordering him to abandon reason, shame and dignity, ordering him to...

"They are here." Mr. Cavill said, his neck twisted to a terrible angle of nearly 180 degrees.

This sudden remark awakened Heber Butler. Before he could be surprised at how flexible Mr. Cavill's neck was, could it be that this young man had also practiced circus juggling in his spare time?

He could not help but follow the other's gaze and look out the window. He squinted his eyes and looked far away to barely see the ten vague cavalry figures on the edge of the horizon.

"The tomb keeper team? Have you noticed us so soon?"

"But please don't panic, although in the story I just told, the tomb keeper sounds very scary." Heber Butler comforted: "But in fact, they are generally reasonable. As long as we don't show disrespect for the kings of the Shadowless Empire and offensive intentions, they will not attack us for no reason. We just need to be quiet-"

However, Mr. Cavill didn't seem to listen to his advice at all. Looking at the ten cavalry figures in the distance, he showed a meaningful smile.

"I'll go meet them." After saying this inexplicable sentence, Mr. Cavill pushed open the small door of the carriage and jumped out of the high-speed carriage with his suitcase.

"What?!"

This action scared Heber Butler so much that he stood up and anxiously looked behind the carriage, fearing that he would see Mr. Cavill who had been smashed to pieces. Even if it was just the guests' voluntary behavior without being dissuaded, as long as any guest was injured during the journey, it would have a great impact on his performance! Not to mention that Mr. Cavill is a high-level VIP user! ! !

"Stop! Stop! Stop quickly!!!"

Heber Butler slapped the inner wall of the carriage hard, ordered the coachman to stop the carriage, and then anxiously leaned out of the window to look at the ground behind the car.

"My God, is Mr. Cavill going to die? He actually jumped directly from the moving carriage. Doesn't he know..."

However, what happened next stunned this professional travel butler.

There was no trace of Mr. Cavill struggling and rolling on the road behind the carriage.

Instead, there was an extremely blurry back figure, moving at a speed that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye!

Heber Butler blinked his eyes in disbelief, and when he looked again, he found that in just a moment of distraction, the back figure had already run hundreds of yards away, and the speed was even more terrifying than the cheetah, the king of hunting on the grassland!

He even only had time to see a residual image flickering on the pale ground, and every time it disappeared and reappeared, it was already thirty yards away from the original position!

And the target of this back figure suspected to be Mr. Cavill's charge was the tomb keeper team at the edge of the horizon!

"This... Does Mr. Cavill want to attack ten fully armed cavalrymen directly by himself?"

Heber Butler didn't know what to say for a moment.

He turned around and looked at Miss Sholto, who was still sitting elegantly. There was no trace of tension or worry on her face.

Miss Sholto seemed to have absolute trust in Mr. Cavill and had no intention of interfering with his reckless behavior of charging alone. She just smiled and looked out the window. Her expression was like the audience in the opera house who were looking forward to the next grand performance.

Miss Sholto looked at the anxious tour butler, smiled and said softly: "Please rest assured, Mr. Heber, Cavill is not a reckless person. He must have his own reasons for doing so."

"Let's just sit and wait quietly."

This explanation was completely unconvincing, but Heber was already confused by Miss Sholto's smile. He just smiled and nodded stupidly, then sat back in his seat, but his eyes were still focused on the development of things outside the window.

Mr. Cavill, who was charging at full speed, seemed to be completely unaware of fatigue. His running speed did not slow down at all, and even became faster and faster. Now Heber Butler could only vaguely see a black shadow flickering back and forth in the pale desert. Every flicker would appear in a farther distance. The silent Gobi Desert seemed to be filled with the whistling sound of some kind of artillery shells breaking through the air.

But Heber knew that this should be just his illusion. Although Mr. Cavill's speed was indeed incredibly fast, like a cannonball fired at the enemy's position... but how could a human being burst out with a cannonball-like explosion? This must be my illusion, it must be because I stayed up too late and my head was not clear.

'Yes, that's right, it must be because my head was not clear! '

'Otherwise, there is no way to explain why at this moment, my head is actually reverberating with a buzzing sound like a bronze bell, shaking my head and making my head hurt? ! ’

“Otherwise, there is no way to explain why, as Mr. Cavill passed by, the desolate land seemed to be covered with dark and sticky shadows?!”

“Otherwise, there is no way to explain why Mr. Cavill’s back seemed to have three thin wings... But I couldn’t catch Mr. Cavill sprinting, so how could I see bony horns growing on his head?”

“Haha, this must be just my illusion, just my illusion...”

While Heber Butler was trying to convince himself to accept this series of incredible events, in less than three minutes, the figure of Mr. Carville had already rushed to the edge of the horizon, crashing into the waiting tomb guards like a real cannonball.

Boom——

Heber Butler's head seemed to have heard a violent cannonball bombardment sound.

Then he saw eleven black shadows on the edge of the distant horizon, which seemed to be entangled together.

But no matter how hard he looked, he could not see the movements of the eleven black shadows.

Even in his field of vision, the eleven shadows seemed to have merged closely, as if the pale moonlight had turned into a pair of invisible big hands, ravaging the eleven thugs who disturbed the tranquility of the night into a huge, round, deep shadow.

The shadow that looked like a giant egg would occasionally bulge out with deformed thorns that looked like knives, swords, or spear blades, but in a flash, those who were restless and unwilling to yield would curl up inside the giant egg-shaped shadow under the oppression of some terrifying force, as if those tomb-guarding cavalrymen who desperately struggled to escape had been trapped in the giant egg and turned into nutrients for the growth of the giant egg.

The dry cold wind in the desert seemed to be mixed with heart-wrenching wails and screams, and these terrible sounds made Heber Butler tremble uncontrollably.

He swallowed hard, turned his head to look at Miss Sholto, who looked calm, and said tremblingly: "Could it be that Mr. Cavill, with his bare hands, wiped out ten battle-hardened tomb cavalrymen?"

Miss Sholto just covered her mouth and chuckled: "Heber is really a joker."

"Cavill with his bare hands certainly can't match the elite cavalry carrying sacred weapons."

"That's why he just brought his own suitcase!"

Cold sweat flowed down from his forehead. Heber Butler finally realized that this time the passenger was not an ordinary person. He could wipe out ten elite cavalrymen alone... Even if he was placed in the secret world where everything is extraordinary, he must be an extremely powerful and terrifying existence.

A gust of wind blew, and the waning gibbous moon also cooperated to sprinkle more dazzling pale moonlight.

The shadow on the distant horizon finally dissipated with the wind, and the dark giant egg cracked and disintegrated.

"Ah, actually..."

Heber Butler once again showed an expression of disbelief and horror.