My Military System

Chapter 162. missionary

Leaving the British airport, my next objective was to reach the embassy and collect my weapons and armor. I had figured that this new mission won't be as pleasant as my former one. And thus I requested for new weapons to be forged specifically for this mission.

Alorea may be a country ruled by a Queen, but it didn't make sense if their soldiers could not handle the kind of threat they called me in for. I may be wielding a system but it didn't mean I was an immortal.

As I stood by the road side taking in the scenery, I figured it's time I flagged down a cab.

“Where to Sir?” The cab driver, an old man with thinning hair asked as I sat down.

“The embassy if you please.” I said and turned my attention to the scenery of Alorea.

“Will do Sir.” He said and ignited the engine.

The cab driver kept glancing at me through the mirror.

“You here on vacation?” He asked.

“Just here on business.” I replied nonchalantly.

“Whatcha a young kid like you searching for on the streets of Alorea?, what sorta