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The slender figure of a woman gradually approached, and when everyone got a clear look at her appearance, their expressions turned strange, as if they had just swallowed a fly. Even Wendy's worried gaze faded, replaced by a look of shock.
As for Locke, his face twitched slightly at that moment.
The woman had thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a mouth full of crooked teeth and a large black mole with hair on her face. She was excitedly rushing towards Locke, her presence so overwhelming that it felt like even ghosts would avoid her.
"What the hell," Locke exclaimed, his body covered in goosebumps. Wasn't this the "beauty" who had tried to bite him last time? How could she have chased him down again?
"Locke, hurry! Get in front of her and stop her!" Locke panicked and quickly grabbed his companion, pushing him toward the approaching woman.
Poor Locke hadn’t even realized what was happening before he felt himself being pushed far away. Suddenly, he saw a terrifying face, with what looked like a piece of vegetable stuck between those crooked teeth, and his face turned pale with fear.
The heartless Bu Xin silently mourned for Locke: "Locke, I'm doing this for your own good. The girl has it tough too; just make do with it and help her out."
Facing the "ferocious" woman, everyone prayed for poor Locke. However, the next scene surprised them all.
The oddly looking woman suddenly spotted Locke stepping out from the crowd and abruptly stopped in her tracks. She stared blankly at him, seemingly in disbelief, and tears began streaming down her face.
At first, Locke was startled by the woman's appearance, but seeing her cry upon noticing him left him feeling flustered. The two stood frozen in place, creating an awkward atmosphere.
This bizarre scene drew curious glances from everyone, and Locke couldn't help but chuckle.
He never expected that Locke's presence would have such a powerful effect; he seemed to be the nemesis of ugly women. Just by showing up, he had scared someone to tears.
"Lo-Locke!?" The woman stammered, her mouth trembling as she spoke through her crooked teeth. After saying this, she couldn't hold back her sobs any longer.
"Um... ah. Huh?" Hearing someone call his name suddenly made Locke instinctively respond. However, he quickly felt something was off. He looked at the crying woman in confusion; he didn't recognize anyone who looked like her.
But as Locke scrutinized her more closely, he began to feel an odd sense of familiarity about her.
"Who are you?" Locke asked uncertainly.
The light words reached the woman's ears, but they left her pale and tearful. She bit her lip, and despite her crooked teeth, no one felt any sense of ugliness; only pity was stirred.
"I'm sorry. I mistook you for someone else," the woman said, her tone tinged with melancholy.
Inside, she laughed bitterly: "Yes, in this state of being neither human nor ghost, how could Locke recognize me? What face do I have left to confront... that person from my past?"
"Mistaken identity?" Bu Xin was puzzled. He had a feeling that this matter was not as simple as it seemed.
Hearing the woman's words, Locke felt confused but did not immediately believe her.
For some reason, he felt that the person before him was very familiar, even evoking a sense of closeness. Yet when he scrutinized her features, he could not recall anyone from his memories who matched the woman standing before him.
"Goodbye." Seeing that Locke seemed genuinely unable to remember, the woman lowered her head and spoke. She looked at her toes, tears welling up in her eyes once more, and without hesitation turned to leave.
"You..." Watching the woman suddenly turn and run away, Locke felt an inexplicable tightness in his chest and instinctively wanted to stop her. But as his hand rose into the air, he couldn't think of a reason to do so; he could only frown and watch her slender figure disappear into the distance.
"That silhouette... this silhouette." Locke's heart jolted as he gazed at the woman's frail back. A name long buried in his heart surfaced vividly.
"Amy..." Locke murmured, his gaze shifting from confusion to clarity. He suddenly fixed his eyes on the woman who had already run far away, unable to contain the surge of emotions within him. He shouted loudly, "Amy, is that you? Amy!"
"Amy?" Bu Xin was somewhat puzzled but then looked at Locke's excited expression as if understanding something.
Locke's voice echoed through the Gladiatorial Arena's corridor, causing heads to turn. Everyone in the corridor heard his call, and several passersby glanced over curiously.
The woman who had originally run far away trembled upon hearing Locke's shout and paused in her tracks.
Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, a mix of joy and endless sorrow. Yet as she touched her face, she ultimately sighed softly and took another step away.
As soon as the woman stopped, Locke felt a surge of joy in his heart. Just as he was about to say something, he saw her turn and leave again. Watching her gradually fading figure, Locke felt an emptiness inside him. He wasn't sure if she was Amy, but he had a nagging feeling that this missed opportunity might lead to regret in the future.
"Locke, go after her! Hurry!" Bu, who had been watching for a while, suddenly spoke up, sounding somewhat anxious.
Startled by Bu's urgency, Locke looked at his master in surprise, unsure if he should act on it.
"You fool! Just go after her, regardless of whether she is Amy or not. You need to find out for your own peace of mind. Hurry!" Seeing Locke still standing there in a daze, Bu became a bit frantic and raised his voice.
"But..." Locke opened his mouth to protest.
"Just go! She's already out of sight!" Bu interrupted Locke directly and kicked him lightly from behind.
"Okay. Fine. You all wait here..."
"Hurry up! Stop being so slow. We'll be waiting for you outside." Bu couldn't stand Locke's sluggishness any longer and pushed him forward.
"Alright." Reluctantly, Locke agreed and turned to chase after her.
Bu shook his head with a smile as he watched Locke sprint away.
"Nephew, what's going on...?" Warren Earl stepped forward, looking puzzled.
"Oh, it's nothing. Uncle, let's head out first. Locke should be back soon," Bu waved his hand and forced a sincere smile.
"Alright then, if there's nothing wrong, let's go." Although Warren Earl still had some doubts in his mind, seeing his nephew so assured made him refrain from saying more. He signaled for everyone to continue.
The group engaged in polite conversation as they walked together. Bu and Warren Earl got along quite well; at least the smiles on their faces made them appear to be a good uncle-nephew pair to outsiders.
Before long, they arrived at the luxurious carriage parked along the main road.
Several Servants waiting in the parking area spotted the figures from afar and hurriedly brought the horses of the guards to prepare them.
Winning first place in the Seed Selection Tournament made Bu a minor celebrity. Along the way, there were onlookers—some jealous, some slandering, and others praising him.
Regarding the attention from others, Bu remained indifferent; their words could not sway his heart in the slightest.
After experiencing several life-and-death battles, his temperament had been forged into something incredibly resilient.
Having been in this world for nearly two months, Bu had transitioned from initial discomfort and stumbling to feeling quite at home.
Since he had been given a second chance at life, he would not easily give up. Even if the road ahead was fraught with thorns, he would carve out a path that belonged to him.
“Nephew, where is your Servant…?” Warren Earl turned to Bu after socializing with a few noble gentlemen.
“Oh. They should be here soon, Uncle. Do you have something urgent?” Bu Xin smiled lightly, looking at Warren Earl with some confusion.
“Um… nothing, nothing. Let’s wait a bit longer,” Warren Earl replied, unable to press further after hearing Bu's words and patiently continued to handle the congratulations from others.
Bu Xin shook his head slightly, secretly amused; it was quite refreshing to see the esteemed Earl Warren Edra reluctantly waiting for someone.
At this moment, it was getting late; the silver moon hung high in the sky, and the Magical Lantern Light illuminated the streets like water. Although there were still many people around, they gradually began to thin out.
Bu glanced around and several times his gaze collided with Wendy's.
The girl's eyes flickered shyly, resembling a startled white rabbit. Whenever Bu's gaze fell upon her, she felt a complex mix of excitement and disappointment.
Love might be just as troubling as this. A mere distance apart yet unable to express feelings.
As time passed second by second, just when Warren Earl was feeling extremely frustrated and struggling to wait, Locke's figure finally appeared from not far away.
Watching Locke's retreating figure, Warren Earl pondered, a flicker of suspicion passing through his eyes.
"Master." As Locke approached, he came to Bu's side, his gaze slightly shifting.
Through the waves transmitted by the master-servant contract, a tacit understanding had already formed between Bu and Locke. He patted Locke's shoulder and said calmly, "Let's go. We'll talk more when we return."
Nodding silently, Locke mounted his horse without a word. His expression remained unchanged; even an old fox like Warren Earl could not discern anything from his demeanor.
Warren Earl had thoroughly investigated everything about Bu. He had even placed several spies around Bu.
He had been keeping a close watch on some of Locke's private actions. Even regarding Bu's instruction for Locke to place bets at the casino, he was well aware but chose not to act out of caution to avoid alarming them.
The only thing that left Warren Earl feeling uneasy was the sudden appearance of that ugly woman.
Had he mistaken someone? Was it really such a coincidence? Moreover, that woman had been the first to call out Brent's name.
Warren Earl thought it over and found the situation somewhat suspicious. He planned to take action against Bu tonight, and every detail must go perfectly without a hitch.
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