The Woman Ruler of the Altan Clan

Chapter 14 Enemies In Blankets

The stilt house looks simple, made of a mixture of concrete and wood that looks sturdy. Shanum saw a chimney in one corner of the house, and a patch of rose gardens. In the front yard was also filled with huge trees covered in hornworts, which effectively hid the place from the narrow streets leading to the city.

Ignoring the slightly damp cool air and the throng of insects that filled the air, the three girls walked up to the front gate and climbed up the wide staircase. They passed by the porch and Tim said, "Well, for a while you're staying here. Sorry if it doesn't live up to your standards." The team opened the door and entered the dark living room. Then he pressed the light switch, and the room became bright. The three girls seemed to be clustered at the door. They were amazed when the lights were turned on, looking at the contents of the house.

From the outside the house looks simple and secluded. But when you know the contents in it, it feels warmer and more comfortable. Shanum stepped deeper, he stared around the room. The rug under some antique carved wooden benches, looks soft. The floor is coated by wood Vinyl, and the walls are by wooden Pallets. In the middle of the room there is a fireplace of bricks neatly arranged.

The items in this house are all ancient, but still well maintained. "Who lives here Tim?" ask Shanum. "This house belonged to my late grandmother. It's been a long time since this house was empty, but I keep telling people to clean it every day."

"This house is so warm, you're going to feel like you're back home after months of being overseas" Farah said. "Rubber, I feel that too." Shanum agreed with Farah's words. Tim looked smiling, his eyes glaring. It was as if he was remembering a memory. "Oh yes Tim, thank you for your help" Shanum said. Tim turned his head, he returned Shanum's smile.

"I'm glad to be able to help, you can occupy this house for as long as you want. While I will take care of the immediate return to your country, as requested. Food is also available in the refrigerator, and firewood is just grab in the back shed, if you want to use." Shanum nodded his head while cupping his hands in front of his chest, as a thank you. Farah and Diva share the same thanks as Shanum.

"Okay Ladies, I live first huh. If there's anything you can call me." Then Tim went out of the house. "So what should we do now?" ask Diva. "waiting. That's all we can do. Until it's time we go back home" Shanum replied. "You promised us we could buy some replacement stuff we left at the mansion, Sha." Diva looked scowled, she was still not willing to leave her belongings in the mansion.

"Yes, we'll call Tim later, and ask him to go shopping." Shanum's reply made his face instantly brighten. "Basic, listen to the word shopping eyes directly Ijo," said Farah while grunting.

Izba Shops in Sovetkaya is a magical land for all women. Beneath the ceiling painted in such a way that it resembles a stretch of green steppe, elegant shops line the many fountains intended to bring back medieval shoppers. Glass display boxes are filled with various temptations designed to make women drool.

With a slanted smile, Shanum stepped behind his stunned companion. Farah shook her head to look at Diva's behavior. The girl sighed softly full of admiration. "Oh..." Diva rushes to a nearby store to attach her face to the shop window. "Hm." Tim looked amusedly smiling.

"Diva." Down, Farah whispered right in the girl's ear. "Diva, listen to me." Diva raised her head to look at Farah's eyes. "What?" diva asked as Farah showed a mocking smile towards her. "Don't fight" said Farah. Diva looked pouted, she glared her eyes at Farah. "I knew this was a mistake, releasing the Diva in a place like this was a huge mistake" Shanum muttered as he patted his forehead.

"A lot of it" said Diva as Shanum stood next to her. "How do I choose?" "As we often do, we go into a store, pick out some favorite clothes and take them off..." "Okay" replied the Diva. Without waiting for Shanum to finish speaking, Diva had already dashed past the open doorway. Shanum, Farah and Tim soon followed, but with precise timing a tall man with blue neutrals suddenly stumbled and landed on the girl. The Diva screamed softly, more out of shock than enchanted.

Instinctively, the girl's hand stretched out to grab the man's chest, her brown eyes widened as it palpated the tantalizing chest muscles. "I'm sorry..." A baritone voice was heard before him. The girl nodded consciously. He looked up and forgot for a moment how to breathe. Oh, my God, that guy's handsome. The man's hair was pale, closer to silver than blonde. His skin was perfect bronze. This man is like a beautiful fallen angel who looks dangerous. They kept looking in silence. The sound of dehydration and coughing disperse the diva.

Diva immediately pushed the man's chest and turned her head. His face was hot, he was embarrassed to see the reaction of his two friends and Tim. "Come, Miss..." Diva looked back at the man. "Include Sergei Petrov." The man mentioned his name in a raucous voice. He also extended his hand. Diva is stunned, but then she reviews her sexy smile, and welcomes the man's helping hand. The girl's hand was tightly clasped.

"Adiva Arsyila's Safaluna." The man was stunned looking at him with a mind-blowing admiration. "Well Luna, you are indeed as beautiful as the Goddess of the Moon." The man smiled gently. Then the man let go of his grip on the Diva's hand. He gave a farewell signal, and passed from before the girl.

Diva only realized that she had forgotten her two friends and Tim. He turned his head, looking at only Tim who remained standing not far from him. The man smiled faintly. "Team, where are Shanum and Farah?" tanyakanya. "They've been going around, looking at the clothes" Tim answered. "Kok I was left, ihh..." Diva pursed her lips, looking annoyed. "Let's find both." The team invites Diva to find Farah and Shanum.

Diva found her two friends in a casual dress location. "You guys are going alone anyway, I was left behind," Diva said with a frown. "Lho you were also engrossed in being fascinated by yourself with that man. The world seems to belong to both, the others are just hitchhiking," Farah said, choosing some brightly colored clothes. Diva's face looked red. He knew he had forgotten everything, the world stopped for a moment, when he looked at the man. "Yes, but I can wait a minute like that. I'm going shopping too."

"Well, let's pick out some decent clothes before we go home. Don't argue, remember, we're still on the run. Don't invite people's attention" Shanum said.

Within an hour they had already gotten a high stack of clothes for the three of them, a suitcase and also a bill that could make most of the men shudder in horror. The team, however, did not grimace at all while helping to carry some of the parcels and then exited the store.

They did leave the Khan Adrian mansion with only clothes attached to the body, two change-clothes stels as well as two sets of underwear. Now the three girls' equipment had returned to normal as before, and it made the three smile happily.

"What do you mean they disappeared?" Khan Adrian looked to be clenching his hands. He glared at Taban coldly. Taban returned the gaze with glittering eyes full of guilt. Suddenly a crimson flame lit up in those golden brown eyes, and a heat full of warnings hissed through the air. Khan's power exploded in the air, throwing the man against the wall. Taban grimaced, looking to endure the pain.

"You're coming with me, we're going to the practice room now" Khan said. Taban gulped, his throat felt choked. He doesn't know which is worse. Receiving the Great Khan's sword, or feeling back the man's magic power. Both are equally bad. They walked to the training room.

"Take the sword!" khan's orders. With a gontai step Taban took out a sword in one of the storage cabinets. "Fight me!" With a forced face Taban prepared in his position, while Khan began to move. Their swords met, with a clash of steel that produced sparks whirling amidst the misty air as darkness began to descend upon the mansion.

"Come, Taban, fight me" Khan challenged. Taban had been training with Khan since young and was one of the few people who could defend against Khan, at least in a short time. Then the Khan's incredible strength and endurance will come to an end. But this time Khan was like a madman, he moved quickly without stopping. Fending off and stabbing, trial and error attacks and spinning. The two men performed a dance of Ancient Mongolian warriors on the court until Taban suddenly broke through Khan's defenses, and the tip of his sword was over his opponent's throat.

Their series of fighting moves stopped simultaneously as Khan froze, his gaze not fixed on Taban's sword, but on something beside the training room. "Who are you? Why did you get in here?" Khan stared intently at the figure of a man standing watching them. "Who let him into this room?" yelled Khan furiously. "I'm the one who let him in, sir. He said there was something important to talk to you about," Dario said forward, bowing his head.

Taban lowered his sword and squinted his eyes. "I should have known I didn't beat you fairly" Taban said. Khan looked coldly at Taban. "I'm not done with you. We will continue again" he said firmly. "And Dario took the man to my office" Khan ordered.

After saying that Khan slipped the sword into its scabbard and turned towards another room. Dario immediately led the man down the hallway to the study. Taban followed behind at a calculated pace, and was on full alert even though the mansion should have been safe. He had already learned a heavy lesson from relaxing his vigilance on the night when the clan had once been attacked. A lesson he will never forget.

"So who are you?" khan Adrian asked the man before him. They were all now in the man's study. "My name is Ulagan Fulton." Khan's eyes were circumscribed as he watched the intruder. Well, the intruder.because this guy's motion looks suspicious. Khan had met him. Dressed in black jeans, a leather jacket, and a knee-high moccasin bot, Ulagan was not as tall as Khan, although they had the same white skin and black hair that brushed the shoulders of his fields.

Roman's face was slender with high cheekbones and a large nose. His forehead is wide and his lips thin. But it is a charming matanyah, narrow-shaped, brown with a deep black circle that surrounds it. Those eyes seemed to hit someone to the point of stripping his soul. But not effective for a Khan Adrian. No one was able to intimidate him, let alone expose his soul.

"Why did you come to my house?" The man stood up stiffly. "I want to tell you something, sir." Khan frowned. "Have we met before? You don't look foreign." "Yes sir, I'm one of the girls' third Tour Guide." Khan's instinct was immediately on full alert, as the three girls were mentioned.

"What do you know about the three girls?" The man then headed towards one of the benches. "May I sit down?" Khan nodded his head. The man immediately threw his butt on the bench, after being allowed. "Well, I know all three." "I warn you, I don't like to talk in circles" Khan said.

The man looked like a fake smile. "I haven't finished talking, sir. But if you're not willing to listen, that's okay." Ulagan got up from his seat, then turned around, he walked towards the door. "Wait..." The man stopped, he turned his head towards Khan. "You call me, sir?"

Perfect, this guy intentionally. He intended to provoke Khan's curiosity. "Quick say.." said Khan coldly. "Well, I just want to say that I know where the three girls are and I'm willing to show you the place."