Chapter 166 - Established Team (3)

At Asil's laughter, the woman in front of the trio said coldly: "Hmph! My name is Serma, Serma Krizia. And behind me are Mira and Mina Krizia, who come from the same family as me. We'll be with you on your trip, but that doesn't mean we'll do everything you say. Therefore, I would advise you not to be so stupid as to think that you have full control over us only because you are our employer. Otherwise, you can be sure that you will pay for it heavily."

After the threatening speech of the woman named Serma, the purple-haired girl named Mira came to her senses as if she had woken up from a dream. She looked at Asil as a blush of embarrassment covered her face and spoke quickly: "Well… Do not misunderstand what Elder Sister Serma said. She just wants to protect us. She really didn't mean to threaten you. So... Well..."

Asil looked at the expression of the young girl named Mira, who did not know what to do in shame, involuntarily laughed once again and replied: "It's not important. It's quite natural that she thinks about protecting her own family members. You don't have to worry, I didn't get it wrong."

After Asil's answer, the young girl named Mira smiled happily and began to wait for Asil to leave without saying anything else.

Time progressed, and after about thirty minutes, the missing two people finally appeared. The first of them was a teenager who looked twenty years old. This youth had a delicate and handsome face like a jade statue and a calm countenance. He had thin, long eyebrows; gentle, bright azure eyes; long, straight, clean hair, and a long nose. His skin was the color of white jade and smooth as water. His eyes were graceful and completely full of spirit, with nothing to spoil his purity. His lips looked curved as if he was smiling, but at the same time, it wasn't as if it was a smile. This was definitely the kind of elegance that could win the hearts of countless women.

With this appearance, even women would envy him.

This elegant young man walked forward with a soft smile like a spring breeze on his face, and after approaching Asil he said: "Hi, my name is Sherise. Would you let me have the honor of knowing you?"

His voice was gentle and smooth as jade, a trace of his respectful personality. It was very difficult for someone not to like him. Even the woman named Serma, who treated Asil contemptuously, was incapable of keeping a contemptuous thought in her heart as she looked at him. In fact, not only that, but compared to him, she felt that both her own beauty and nobility were at a much lower level.

And it wasn't just that. Even Hanzo, who obviously liked to fight, had involuntarily wished not to have to fight him when he saw him. No one knew whether it was because this young man was overpowered or simply because of the sincere feeling of his presence.

"I... I... My name is Mira. Nice to meet you..." The purple-haired girl named Mira stammered as she looked at the youth named Sherise.

"My name is Mina, Mina Krizia. I hope we'll get along well on this trip." The blue-haired girl named Mira responded gently as she curtsy to him.

"Ahahaha, nice to meet you, young man. I hope your strength is as remarkable as your appearance." Hanzo spoke out loud.

Sherise smiled humbly: "I hope I won't embarrass you and my fellow comrades. I offer my apologies in advance and seek your forgiveness in case I do something to abuse your trust in any way."

"Oznah" Oznah introduced himself by simply saying his name in his thin, boyish voice.

"Excuse the rudeness of our little brother. It is natural for him to behave in a way that can be considered disrespectful during such a conversation because he is young." The woman named Serma spoke after Oznah introduced himself with one word, and then, just like Mira, she introduced herself by curtsy to him. "I am Serma Krizia, a member of the Krizia family. It's an honor to meet you, Young Master Sherise."

"It is my honor to have met such a beautiful and attractive lady as you. And you don't have to call me Young Master. Just call me Sherise. After all, we are both comrades who will go on the same journey." Sherise spoke politely, smiling.

"Hello. My Name is Asil, Asil Mirza. I come from far afield, and I beg you to lend me your strength during our journey." Asil politely introduced himself.

Sherise nodded: "What an elegant name. I will gladly lend you my strength." He looked around once more with his gaze and continued to speak. "I am grateful that your glorious people showed greatness towards someone like me by introducing themselves. Also..."

Sherise's words ended with the sound of footsteps behind him. Like other people, he suddenly turned his gaze towards the sound of footsteps. His eyes widened instantly, as did the others who were looking towards there.

The owner of the footsteps was the last person who had not arrived until now. That person was wearing a black hooded robe that was too loose to reveal the contours of her body. Her face was covered with a black veil, which prevented her face from being seen, just like her body. Her only visible feature was her shiny black hair, a few strands of which came out of her hood with the wind, and her eyes, charming enough to stir the souls of the beholders, beautiful as the lonely bright moon in the cloudless night sky, and cold enough to pierce the bones. These eyes were so impressive that those who saw them felt that this person, whose face they could not see, had an absolutely indescribable beauty.

After seeing the person coming, Sherise looked at her with a kind smile on his face and asked, "My name is Sherise. If you don't mind, may I know your name?"

After Sherise's question, the others began to wait for the answer of the last person to come, but contrary to what they expected, after a few seconds, it was Asil instead of the last person who spoke...

"Nyks!"