The Goddess Made A Mistake Again

Chapter 330 - 330 - Our Guns

We were in a carriage, riding out in the part of the city where there was a lot of bustle and hustle.

Sitting in front of me was an elderly man with white hair and brown skin. He wore a white shirt and black pants, both of which was covered by a long dark coat. On his head, a hat stood their stating his solitary figure.

Even through the man was old, he was by no means weak. Just by looking at his tough face, anyone would know that the man was strong. His tall body exuded a strong wall like aura. His piercing red eyes seemed to strike at his enemy's hearts.

This person wasn't actually someone new, but Abigail.

I told her we needed to go somewhere but she needed an appearance. This tough looking old man was the appearance.

Without hesitation, Abigail changed herself and went with me. She glanced through the window at the increasing number of people and had thoughts going through her head.

I'm sure that she had questions, a lot of it.

Who wouldn't when they hear the guy that impregnated them ask do you trust them and other stuff before finally saying he was going to show his deep secret to them.

But don't worry… I'm not going to show that.

I'm never going to show that to her… or anyone.

The driver, an old man who was not my usual guy, drove the carriage and stopped at a certain place. He coughed twice as if it was normal and spoke, "Sir, we're here."

That cough wasn't a real one. Just one to signal that everything looked alright outside.

"Shall we go my love." I extend my hand towards Abigail who was now an old looking baddie.

She took my hand and spoke in the old guy's voice, "I don't see any reason not to. I just wonder what you will show me… in such a populated place."

I get out first and then she got out. After that, there was no hand holding or looking at each other with loving gaze. It was a professional appearance.

One that needed to be upheld even at protected sights.

"Because this place is overflowing with middle and lower class families, that's what's giving it the secrecy it needs." I walk ahead, "Follow me, I'll take you there."

'This is not the place?' Abigail asked through a mind link. She had the ability to talk through minds and even

I saw the look of someone hungry for power growling at me and asking if this was quality meat.

I smile.

The same hunger etched on her, was on mine too.

"As real as my love for you."

"This is a gun making factory, Love."

"And this are our Guns."