"So I said, let me take on the defense task."

"Don't you even trust me? You know how capable I am."

Paris proudly patted her chest, tilting her small face up and smiling at Dunkirk.

"Or are you simply not interested in Merka and Turing's performance?"

Giving Paris a disdainful look, Dunkirk simply tossed the burnt-out cigar in her hand casually under the city wall, showing lack of interest.

"I've told you I am not... Hold on, there's a situation."

Dunkirk heard a distress signal from her subordinate through the earpiece, she quickly opened the microphone and asked immediately.

"There's an outsider requesting entry into Bocity at entrance 13. Please advise."

The voice of the guard came through Dunkirk's earpiece.

"Didn't we say that during this special period no one is allowed to enter Bocity? Send them away quickly."

Through gritted teeth, Dunkirk impatiently instructed over the earpiece, clearly dissatisfied with even having to be notified about such small matters by her subordinates.

"But... the visitor is insisting on coming in."

"He says he has come all the way to Bocity and just wants to listen to a concert."

"And the visitor is a nobleman with the title of Baron. What should we do?"

The hesitant voice of the subordinate came through the earpiece, making Dunkirk, who had been doing boring work for a long time, even more agitated.

"I told you..."

"Alright, alright."

Taking the earpiece from Dunkirk's hand before she could erupt at the subordinate, Paris quickly coaxed Dunkirk in a soft voice.

"You're getting angry after just a few words, that's not like you."

"Show a bit of aristocratic self-awareness, Lady Dunkirk."

Realizing her walkie-talkie had been taken, Dunkirk immediately reached out to grab the earpiece back from Paris, only to find everything blurring before her eyes. Paris's hand seemed to turn into a golden light, leaving Dunkirk grasping at thin air.

"Let this lady go see what's happening at entrance 13 for you!"

"And you, just comfortably go straight to the Bremen Concert Hall, don't think about work anymore."

"Don't follow me! Or I'll be mad at you~"

Just as she finished speaking, Paris turned into a distorted blur and transformed into a sparkling star, flying directly towards the distant entrance 13 at an incredible speed.

The speed was so fast that even Dunkirk, being a semi-angel, couldn't help but be amazed.

"What a joke, this woman..."

"I am the head of the guard, how could I let you manage my subordinates."

"This guy..."

With a thought, Dunkirk used backdrop, turning into a dark cloud drifting in the rain and gradually disappearing into the air.

She decided to use backdrop to follow closely behind Paris.

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In the blink of an eye, Paris arrived at entrance 13, finishing the journey in the time it took to smoke a cigarette.

She gracefully landed on the ground and exchanged greetings with a few guards.

"Who dares to come in and out during such a sensitive period?"

Paris, with a coquettish look on her face, twirled the walkie-talkie in her hand triumphantly, as if with this device, she could command the entire guard department.

"Oh, Lady Paris, what brings you here!"

Ignoring the guard captain trying to flatter her, Paris walked directly to the entrance and inquired about the situation with the guards.

"Those who want to enter the city of Waves are this... Mr. Baron. We have checked his medals and verified his testimony, for now, we haven't found any issues."

"At least, he shouldn't be a spy or something."

The gatekeepers pointed to the security room.

Inside stood a middle-aged man, in a red jacket, wearing a short shirt, looking very exquisite and quite cultured.

Paris cast a glance from afar, although she didn't see his face, she felt the impression was good.

At that moment, the seasoned Parisian's radar for good men immediately buzzed in her mind, a strong, itching sensation emerging from her heart, urging her to walk into the security room to see his face.

Gulping, Paris glanced around at the guards, pretended to clear her throat, and took small steps into the security room.

"Wow...!"

Top-notch!

At just one look, Paris realized the understanding of handsome in her mind was instantly upgraded! She desperately tried to recall all the handsome men she had seen from all ages and backgrounds but couldn't think of anyone who could compare to the man in front of her.

Even a love expert like Paris had to admit, she was feeling a bit intrigued. If it weren't for the workplace setting, she would definitely try to find a way to get his contact information.

"But... why does he look so familiar?"

The more Paris looked at the middle-aged handsome uncle in front of her, the more something seemed off, as if she had seen him somewhere before, but she couldn't remember, making her temporarily hesitant to approach him.

"Isn't this Merka's dad?"

Before Paris could speak, the air beside her surprisingly spoke.

The sudden reminder was like a bolt from the blue, awakening Paris' ancient memory, causing her to exclaim in surprise.

"Ah! Professor Beaumont!?"

Looking at the handsome man in front of her, Paris suddenly had a bold idea in her mind.