Chapter 656: Chapter 16: Marian Mansion
"Very well, you’re a smart person, Punk."
After hearing Punk’s answer, Marianne nodded with satisfaction.
The convoy continued forward.
After passing the busy area just now, the crowds and vehicles began to gradually decrease again; this marked the entrance to the inner city roads.
Civilians who manage to live outside the inner city need to pay a hundred shabi, as that drunkard in the bar once said, a hundred shabi can free you from a life of licking blood, transforming you into an ordinary civilian.
But wanting to enter the true inner city, a hundred shabi is far from enough.
To live here, one needs status.
The Alliance, as its name suggests, is a coalition of over a dozen different forces.
And these various powers were originally the lords occupying vast lands in the north.
These inner city residences naturally were divided among these former high-level forces and their descendants.
To be living in this place, Marianne’s status is not to be underestimated; she is more than just an ordinary noblewoman.
Punk thought with clarity, as the vehicle carrying the three finally stopped before a large castle-like building.
The extreme luxury of the decorations starkly contrasted with the barrenness and backwardness of the Uda Desert.
The tiered distribution of wealth and power allowed people from the same planet to live vastly different lives.
"Get off. Welcome to the Marian Mansion."
After Marianne spoke, a servant opened the car door and knelt on the ground, using their back as her stepping stool to alight from the car.
After getting out, Punk and Han Zhan were separated.
Punk, having "surrendered," was handed over to the butler by Marianne, to take over some tasks previously managed by Tukalu.
As for Han Zhan, he was hurriedly led by her to her bedroom.
Marianne and Han Zhan walked one behind the other in the corridor of the mansion.
Someone cleaned here every day, keeping it spotless, with the floor so shiny it could reflect one’s shadow.
Han Zhan walked behind, observing.
Strictly speaking, Marianne and Punk’s sister Aisha were two different styles of women; Aisha was a gentle white crane, and Marianne a proud peacock.
They both had stunning looks, equally matched, but in terms of figure, Marianne was obviously a notch above.
Perhaps it was due to balanced nutritional supplements, uninhibited growth and development.
"Come in."
Just as Han Zhan was thinking aimlessly, Marianne spoke at the doorway.
This scene was so familiar it made Han Zhan pause.
If he remembered correctly, he seemed to have just experienced this scene.
Only then it was at Punk’s home, and the person was Punk’s sister, Aisha.
"Could it be some special curse? How come every woman on Yongsha Star acts like this?"
Han Zhan thought to himself as he followed Marianne into her fragrant chamber without a sound.
"Close the door," Marianne said head turned, without looking back.
Han Zhan: "..."
Next, you won’t kneel before me too, will you?
"What are you standing there for? Go take a bath," Marianne saw Han Zhan still standing there, and urged.
Hearing Marianne’s words, Han Zhan felt a little disappointed, but still headed to the bathroom.
It had indeed been a long time since he had a bath from arriving on Yongsha Star.
With Spiritual Power being restricted, he couldn’t use Nuwa Stone of Heavenly Origin and couldn’t maintain his body’s cleanliness.
Just as Han Zhan turned around.
Marianne suddenly raised her hand, shooting a dark Steel Seal at him.
Han Zhan noticed the sound behind him, but did not resist, allowing the dark Steel Seal to enter his body.
He walked towards the bathroom as if oblivious.
Seeing this, Marianne nodded secretly, completely at ease.
Once the Thought Steel Seal entered, this captured human would not even entertain the notion of betrayal; he was entirely under her control.
Thinking of this, Marianne suddenly dropped her disguise, sitting tiredly at the edge of her bed, rubbing her face forcefully.
Then, like a cat, she curled up in the soft bed, closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.
After a while, Han Zhan came out of the bathroom after bathing, a bit speechless at the sight before him.
What about serving in bed?
Wasn’t she in a hurry?
How come it deviated from the imagined scene again?
As Han Zhan pondered, a dark Steel Seal pattern suddenly appeared on his chest, with a faint black mist slowly rising from it.
At the same time, Marianne, who was initially sleeping soundly, furrowed her brows, with the identical dark Steel Seal appearing on her forehead.
The two dark Steel Seals resonated with each other.
Han Zhan felt as though his consciousness was being forcefully dragged into a special spatial world by an invisible hand!
Is this...a method similar to the Dream Realm? Han Zhan thought.
"No, no, don’t come any closer!" At this time, Marianne’s voice suddenly echoed by his side.
A young woman identical to Marianne appeared, looking around in panic.
Her expression was one of fear and helplessness, completely different from the Marianne Han Zhan had seen before.
It was then that Han Zhan noticed when black mist gathered around them, they transformed into terrifying and fierce Exotic Beasts, baring fangs, charging at them.
As Marianne appeared in despair, a figure appeared in front of her.
With just a simple punch, the Exotic Beast in front of them turned to ashes.
With another punch, another terrifying black fog Exotic Beast was dispersed.
After a few consecutive punches, the black mist surrounding them was completely cleared.
It was then that Marianne could see the face of the man who saved her, it was the human slave she had just brought back from Tukalu Camp, Han Zhan!
"Hoo——" Marianne awoke from the dream with a start.
The dream just now was too real.
It wasn’t her first time having this dream.
Usually, she was devoured by those Exotic Beasts formed from black mist and then woke up.
But this time... this time was different!
She wasn’t devoured by those black fog Exotic Beasts, she was saved by someone, and that person—
Marianne thought of this and quickly looked beside her, seeing a man half-lying beside the bed.
His eyes were tightly shut, his handsome facial features chiseled.
His hands were shackled with Energy Suppressor cuffs, still asleep.
Seeing this, Marianne felt a bit disappointed yet somehow relieved.
The scenes in the dream were likely fictional, altered by her own experiences, but she almost believed it was truly this human slave who saved her.
However.
After that dream, Marianne looked at Han Zhan with a much softer gaze.
She extended her fingertip, gently touching Han Zhan’s lips.
