Um? ? ?
In Andrew's eyes, Anthony seemed completely oblivious to the unusual atmosphere between the two, and walked over casually with his sword in hand.
"young."
What do you mean by "young"?
What did you just say?
Talking about love?
Do you really think this is the atmosphere for romance?
“Anthony, don’t… no, never mind.”
Andrew initially wanted Anthony to step aside, but after thinking about it, he didn't continue to stop him.
That's fine too; with him getting involved, we can use this opportunity to end the topic.
The most important thing now is not those romantic entanglements.
Moreover, the relationship between the two had only just begun to blossom, and it was crushed before it could even sprout.
It was extinguished by Andrew himself.
Do I regret it? Perhaps a little.
But right now, the most important thing is to get back to base with the intelligence about the fall of the Third Outpost.
Sighing inwardly, Andrew remained outwardly calm and said as usual:
"You've come at the right time, I need to make some arrangements..."
But before Andrew could finish speaking, Anthony interrupted him with a loud, impolite cough.
cough!
"Well, not that I'm saying this, but I've wanted to say it before."
Looking into Andrew's eyes, Anthony's expression was unusually serious:
"How much longer do you plan to carry that corpse?"
A corpse?
Andrew even had to think for a moment before realizing what Anthony meant by "corpse"...
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"You, you're saying..."
“Anthony!”
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Before Andrew could even utter a sound of anger, Eberron reacted faster than him!
"You'd better stop now!"
Eberron, who had been silent when facing Andrew, finally erupted at this moment.
She glared at the indifferent Anthony, venting all the anger she had been holding in on the perfect candidate.
Regarding Cole's death, regarding Andrew's silence, regarding this damned fate.
"What are you doing!?"
Anthony became the last straw that broke the camel's back, the lucky one who ran into the line of fire.
Unfortunately, Anthony was unaware of the truth.
"What are you doing? Isn't it clear? I'm asking about your situation."
Seeing the emotional Aberron, Anthony shrugged, somewhat puzzled, and said with a slightly mocking smile:
"Judging from how agitated you are, it seems I've disturbed you. Did I come at the wrong time?"
Showing absolutely no remorse, Anthony even casually shook his neck and yawned.
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"You! Don't you know he's our comrade-in-arms? What kind of attitude is this?"
Cole sacrificed himself as a soldier who fought to the very end.
Even if you don't show respect, you should never be sarcastic.
“I didn’t believe what they were saying at first… but now I do. You really are the disgrace they’re talking about.”
Anthony's reputation among young aristocrats has never been good.
He may have a good background and a fine appearance, but he is rotten inside and is a disgrace to his family.
Some even called him "a disgrace to the nobility".
Aberle, who was with the team, also witnessed Anthony's performance.
Compared to the rumors that he was "an idiot who only knows how to fawn over women and has only a little bit of fighting ability," Anthony's performance was actually enough to change her mind.
Although he may seem carefree and unreliable, he is indeed a qualified soldier on the battlefield.
No wonder so many women fall into his arms; this is still a world where strength reigns supreme, and Anthony's power is enough to cover up his bad habits.
While those rumors can't be said to be entirely unfounded, there's definitely someone deliberately trying to smear Anthony's reputation.
After this trip together, she had an unexpected opinion about Anthony Eberlon and thought that she still couldn't easily believe the rumors.
But now, Eberron understands.
There's nothing wrong with those rumors.
The truth is...
There is a reason for all of this.
Such praise is well-deserved for someone like Anthony.
“I feel deeply sorry for Sophie that she is engaged to someone like you.”
She looked at Anthony with disgust, at her friend's fiancé.
She despised it deeply.
"A person like you doesn't deserve to be called an aristocrat! You are truly a disgrace to the aristocracy!"
Eberlen berated him for a long time, and Anthony listened quietly for a long time as well.
Strangely, his expression didn't show anger, but rather some confusion.
Finally, as Aberron was panting, Anthony turned and asked:
"You think so too?"
Andrew did not answer, but that was his silent answer.
"Your opinion doesn't really matter. No matter what you think, I don't care. But..."
Anthony frowned as he glanced at Eberron, who was approaching him like a warrior, and then at Andrew, who was silently glaring at him.
"You want me to...stop now?"
With a furrowed brow, Anthony looked the two men over several times before finally lowering his head.
"If you have even a shred of shame, apologize for what you just said!"
Eberlen said this, but the next moment, a roar that shattered the silence rang out, causing her to stagger backward.
"You guys need to wake up!"
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"What have you been doing all this time?!"
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