Chapter 1111

Otherwise they wouldn't have resorted to such an old method—finding a tall, similarly-built female mercenary and then checking whether the other party had any wounds on her abdomen.

But how could any female mercenary stand such an indignity? Women within the Empire were extremely conservative; not to mention baring their abdomens in broad daylight, even asking them to expose a shoulder would provoke a furious scolding from them.

To the city guards, the carriage that had just raced past also seemed suspicious, but such carriages were simply too common within the city, especially on this day when the War Pet Selection Tournament was opening.

Along the way they did inspect a few, but found nothing; if they inspected every single one, progress would only be even slower.

"Captain, what if the other party refuses to cooperate?"

"Right, this is already the seventeenth uncooperative female mercenary."

"Heh, if they cooperated, that would be the real ghost story." How could the captain not know what these female mercenaries were thinking—some stranger walks up out of nowhere and wants to check your abdomen for wounds; how could those conservative female mercenaries possibly stand for it?

If they weren't wearing city guard uniforms, they'd probably be taken for hooligans.

"What are you gawking at? Just do it!"

Several city guards immediately began to act roughly; the female mercenary also resisted on the spot, drawing quite a few onlookers to take up her cause, but out of regard for the city guards' status, they couldn't do much—only denounce the guards verbally, threatening to file complaints against them.

The closer they got to the eastern district, the more carriages there were, and the road began to jam up more and more; moreover, large crowds on both sides of the street were also heading in the same direction.

Almost all of them were people going to watch the War Pet Selection Tournament.

"So many people." Kalo looked at the long dragon of carriages queued up ahead, still some distance away, and couldn't help complaining.

Seems like there are especially many people this year.

Be patient, Kalo; even a spot in the back rows is fine. Lin Cheng wasn't worried about the seat—only whether little Red's fox sister would take part in this War Pet Selection Tournament.

If she didn't come, then this lead would almost certainly be cut off. But equally, if the Green Fox wanted to become a war pet and rise to fame overnight, participating in the War Pet Selection Tournament was undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime chance.

"Got it." Kalo was relieved.

He had been worried that Mr. Lin Cheng would be anxious about not getting a good viewing spot.

As time passed, the long dragon of carriages gradually got sorted out; carriages had designated parking spots. To avoid affecting traffic, guests arriving by carriage needed to alight at the prescribed location, then the carriage would detour away from the arena; there was a dedicated carriage parking area not far from the colosseum, where carriages could be parked in a unified manner.

Whether noble or wealthy, everyone had to abide by the rules; Lin Cheng and the others were no exception.

After the carriage parked, Lin Cheng and Hui got down, while Kalo headed off to the parking area to park the carriage; they would wait for Kalo before officially entering.

"I seem to smell little sister's aura; it's very faint, must be from quite a while ago."

The pink fox in his arms suddenly scrambled onto Lin Cheng's shoulder, settled down contentedly, and whispered.

The aura of magical beasts differs from that of humans; moreover, a magical beast's aura can linger in the air for a very long time, but a human's cannot.