V2 Chapter 18 - The Beggar Archbishop
"Is there really a generation of Hong hiding in one of Suvarna's districts?"
The Manchu man holding the seal of the Qin Shi Order said. It had been more than forty-eight hours since the two of them had set foot on Suvarna territory.
They have been three times around Sri Sunda, the capital of the small Suvarna. Now the two of them were walking in a small alley. This place is quite old and worn out, and many buildings have been damaged by bombing during the war.
Suvarnabhumi city was bombed at least three times during the four-sided war and still bears the scars of the war.
Some people, dressed in tattered clothes that looked poor, were heading towards a crossroads.
Uncle Manchu couldn't stand it any longer and asked a little girl.
"Girl...where are you guys going?" Uncle Manchu can speak Burmese fluently. He speaks simple words fluently.
"I'm going to distribute food at the royal mansion. If I don't go quickly, I won't get it for my daughter."
Uncle fatty, who had a pork cleaver stuck between his waist, said.
"Futhuhai, this country has suffered greatly from the war. Even after ten years of reconstruction, there are still refugees and suburbs who can barely afford to eat. That's why I'm looking for this place."
"Wan Liao'an, according to what you say, the Hong generation can really hide here."
The two of them were walking together and arrived at a place where food was being shared. A brown-skinned Indian boy dressed in royal court clothes was handing out a bowl of liquid bean soup and a large piece of bread to everyone.
"Don't interrupt, just line up with peace of mind. If it's not enough, the Imperial House will give you more."
Futhuhai looked at the scene and nodded. His eyes are staring. Fatty Wan continued to explain from the side.
"There are few job opportunities in Suvarna. There is also little agricultural land, so they have to import food for the refugees from abroad. So, these homeless refugees have been a burden to the country for a long time. If only they had some work to give them, this would not be the case."
"Er...Ten years ago, weren't you members of the Qin Shi Command also at war? Why are you talking like pity and kindness now? It's so funny, ha ha ha."
Suddenly, a girl's voice came out with a small Arabic tongue. When the two of them looked, they saw a girl wearing a ragged cloth shirt like a beggar. Dried gourds were tied around his waist, and she was holding a rusted wooden stick in her hand. Although she was a girl, her face was full of dirt and grime, and her hair was as messy as a bird's nest.
"You... The Qin Shi Order was formed to protect the country, you cannot go against our country's order." The Manchu man replied angrily.
The beggar woman didn't give up a bit. "It's so selfish, no matter what you say, the Qinxi Order was formed to protect the people of Wuxia by the order of the Emperor of Qinxi, but Subana also has its own people to protect. Protecting the country is for personal greed, not to harm the people of another country."
"You...don't insult me." The Manchu man looked angry and tried to grab the girl's shoulder with his hand. The girl calmly avoided herself and looked at Futhuhai like a drunkard who didn't know who she was.
"Drunken warrior... You really are a generation of beggars."
The martial arts that Fu Thu Hai used to grab the girl's shoulders were not ordinary martial arts. It is the art of royal wrestling that has been handed down from generation to generation by Manchu royal martial artists.
Fu Thu hai again attacked the girl who was using the drunk martial art with royal wrestling. This time, the girl lowered her head to avoid the Manchu man, who stretched out his hand to pull her hair, and pulled her braid.
"The force..." The force was so strong that Fu Thu hai fell backwards onto the snow-covered road. However, he immediately got back up and started kicking with his legs.
"I can't believe that royal martial arts are not even up to beggar martial arts."
The battle became more intense. Fu Tu Hai's inner chi exploded, his movements became fast like a speed hero, and his fists became strong like a strength hero. But on the other hand, the girl still avoids every fight with her gentle drunken martial arts.
Fatty wan, who was standing by, said to Fu Tu hai.
"Fu Tu hai, don't waste your strength. This girl is enough to be a beggar archbishop. She hasn't even used her jade cane yet, and you are already being beaten like a dog."
They were fighting in public and others had already noticed. The girl serving the food to the refugees was standing with a big spoon.
Some heroes from the Hero Association and some people from the Defense Force had already arrived, but they had not yet entered.
Number one, It's because they're only fighting each other without harming ordinary people, and number two is beyond what both of them can handle.
The power of both of them was comparable to that of B-rank heroes, and neither of them had exhausted their strength. All you need to know is that the Martial Arts Hero Association is no less powerful than the Mutants, and they can't forget that there are many A-ranks.
If you provoke the powerful martial arts experts, the whole Suvarna can get into trouble.
Fu Tuhai dissolved his martial arts again and took a deep breath. After that, he looked at the people around him, the heroes and the Suvarna Self-Defense Forces and said.
"I didn't mean to offend you. I'm definitely not a bad guy. I'm Fu Tuhai, an A-rank martial arts hero from the Beijing Hero Association."
Fatty Wan also introduced everyone in Suvarna with a fist on the palm as is customary in the martial world.
"I'm not a bad person either, just a little chef who sells soups in Hong Kong."
Suvarna officials did not seem to like their answers. Everyone was staring at them with big red eyes. It's full of locals and people who want to shoot spontaneously, isn't it?
Knowing that the situation was bad, the beggar girl came forward and hit the road with a walking stick.
"Calm down, they're my friends. So they won't harm you."
The refugees from here seem to trust the beggar girl quite a bit. All nodded in support
"I don't have to worry about anything now that Madam Hong Weilin has told me, don't focus on those two. Let's just eat some hot bean soup."
"Un...yes, add a little more bean curd."
The staff girl who was distributing the food poured a full bowl of lentil soup into the plate of the middle-aged uncle standing in front of her, smiling strongly because of what was happening in front of her.
....
In the royal palace of Suvarna, Medana was walking around wearing a red Bagan princess dress. She wore a small bagan style crown with a small white thigh and a small bagan-era shirt on his chest. (The Bagan dynasty, the first dynasty to rule all of Burma in the history of Myanmar.)
In fact, all the maids in the palace were choosing clothes for the next day's speech and dinner for the heir to the throne, and Medana did not wear the long traditional Longyi worn by the royal family. According to the custom, there was no such thing as a royal princess who went to a party with a T-shirt, and had a headache.
Finally, Medana saw a watercolor painting of a Pagan clothing ritual on a painting hanging on the wall, and asked with a smile.
"These clothes are also court clothes, aren't they? They can be tied with elastic bands, so they don't have to be difficult to wear."
After saying those words, the whole matter that Medana would regret began to happen. All the maids looked at Madana with a knowing smile and forced her to wear a Pagan era princess dress.
After wearing it, Medana also wore the same dress. When she started to look at the mirror, she saw her white thigh are quite reveals from the dress, that her heart was fastening. Some of the maids fell down with bleeding noses looking at her.
Medana's Pagan princess dress is red velvet with real gold embroidery, adding some vintage flair. The flat stomach and the hollowed-out belly are in public view, and the whole apple size oppai is as if it has been trimmed with gold, which is very impressive. Every time she walked, beautiful thighs came out from the cleavage of the skirt and started to tease.
"Can I sleep with something else?" Medana said, but the red-faced maids pretended not to hear. Madana had no choice but to wear this dress for the whole day as a trial.
While walking down the corridor of the palace, Madana passed by some Suvarna soldiers on patrol. When the two soldiers saw Medana, they couldn't take their eyes off of her, and Madana's face turned red.
"You...you two...why are you staring at me?"
The two soldiers came back to their senses and threw their spears soaked in zect metal to the ground and looked up at the sky as they drained them. If you don't know, isn't it them that they just sneaked a look at?
"I don't know if it's been a long time since I've seen Lisa, she seems to be getting growth. Please give her a hug." As they neared a guest room, they heard Scorpio's voice a little maddened.
"Big sister Scorpio said, 'My daughter is not young anymore. Don't do such a thing. It's a shame.'" Medana also heard Lisa's voice.
"So Scorpio and Lisa are in the same room together?" Madana's remaining man's mind came to life and she went to the door and carefully listened to the voices inside.
"Ahh... When we were together at the camp, Lisa was just this little. Now she's grown up. Gwen... I'm so jealous."
Medana was listening outside and imagining what was going on inside. "What are they measuring?" Madena imagines a dirty little scene, smiles crookedly, puts her hand on the doorknob, and tries to open it.
Suddenly, Linda, who came back from lunch, came to Medana's side and asked.
"What are you listening to?" Madena was also startled, and when she looked back, she realized it was Linda and sighed.
"Still, what is wrong with you? I want to know what our daughter and big sister Scorpio are up to."
Linda leaned back because of Madana's words and looked at her with her lips pouting.
"Medana, spying on your own daughter is not a good mother's behavior."
Medana looked innocently and clapped her hands in her eyes.
"Wait, you're the one who adopted Lisa. Aren't you her mother? I have nothing to do with it." Medana said with full of indomitable desire. As for Linda, in a completely defiant manner, she supported the door and blocked the way for Madana to run away. The two of them are now like in the manga, where the boy is pinning the assistant girl to the wall and confessing love.
"We are mother and mother."
"Who said that?"
"Lisa said."
"....." Well, In the past, Lisa had said this to her once. Looks like she said the same thing to Linda. And how big is this situation? Madana's face is already hot and ashamed because of the situation she is in.
"Lisa recalled that you kissed Freya. Freya always bragged about it to us. Is that true?"
yes, Older sister Freya took her to a dinner party with her groom-to-be and used Madana. When they were about to return, he forced her to kiss her.
"Well..." Medana admitted. After that, Linda closed her eyes and puckered her lips to slowly press them against hers.
'Ah, sh*t ...again?' Madonna couldn't understand what was going on with these girls. Before they came to Suvarna, Sofia kiss her forehead in bed. And now Linda was about to kiss her again.
"What are you doing in public?" Suddenly, a boy's scream made Madana and Linda both look at the entrance of the corridor. The boy, who was dressed like a royal prince, looked at the two of them with angry eyes.
"Um....we...we're not doing anything." Medana raised his small palm and shook it. Linda was about to kiss, with a disappointed face because she was interrupted by others...
"This is a royal palace, not a park where you can do whatever you want." The boy was already shouting at them in a harsh voice. Linda also pushed Medana away in shame and pushed open the door of the room.
"Prince Dipa, these sisters are really not doing anything. The door is stuck so we can't enter the room. we are asking how to open it."
Madana shook her head at Linda. They can't open the door now. Inside, Lisa and Scorpio are playing with their oppais. It will be all messed up. But it was too late to stop. The door is already open.
Madana covered her face with her hands in fear and looked at the scene from the gap.
But the opinion is different. Inside, Scorpio asked Lisa to stand in one place, looking at the ruler that was hung with house paint on the wall and measuring their heights.
"Ahh... I'm not even five feet six inches... I'm too short"
Medana: "....."