"If she wasn't here, I would beat you up!"
Darent escaped.
At the same time, on the Pierre, Xia Yibing was making pre-war mobilization.
Everyone knew her name, and obedience had never been a problem. When Hitzfeld was driving the ship, she had sparred with all the sailors. Her prestige on the ship was second only to the captain, and she was considered the iron-blooded instructor of the sailors.
"Check your weapons. Don't turn the safety off just yet."
"Check your equipment, straighten your bulletproof plates, and check your helmet straps."
Dozens of people, fully armed, gathered in the restaurant with her.
The atmosphere was very serious and tense, and Tenney felt a little itchy watching from the side.
Trash is trash, but which man can resist such temptation?
He couldn't help but think, "Can I do it too?" and "Maybe I should get a set of equipment and go ashore to play."
"Oh you can't."
But he had just stood up and was blocked by Xia Yibing before he could say anything.
"Your Highness's shooting skills are too poor. When you can improve your hit rate within 20 meters to 90%, I will consider taking you into action."
Teni sat down with a sullen face, not wanting to talk.
Ninety percent?
forget it.
Those guns were really heavy and powerful, he could throw them into the air within ten meters, she was trying to kill him.
"Director Imaar."
At 9:20, Sebot came to see her with Torres.
The two were wearing priest and nun uniforms on the inside, and on top of that they were wearing bulletproof vests and helmets, and each was holding a automatic rifle, which looked a bit out of place.
"What's the matter?" Xia Yibing put down the map in her hand.
"I...I have something to report to you." Cyber pulled the white-haired priest and forced him to the front.
"It's about the appearance of Torres. You and Aisuen should know his background?"
"know."
Xia Yibing nodded.
Torres's appearance is very strange. He releases his own nightmares to pollute others.
This ability is very powerful and dangerous, and there is a possibility of losing control at any time. In order to prevent this from happening, the cult asked Cybertron to team up with him, because she is a dream demon and can eat nightmares when Torres loses control.
"Then have you ever thought about why we were included in this operation?" asked Cybert.
Isn't it because you are one of the few people who have come into contact with Aisuen and gained her basic trust?
Xia Yibing frowned.
She knew that since the other party asked this, there must be other reasons.
"Torres' ability has evolved." Cybertron revealed the answer directly, "Or you can say it has deteriorated... Originally, his loss of control could only affect one or two people, but now it affects an entire area, enough to include the entire dock."
"what do you mean……"
Xia Yibing was stunned for a while, then suddenly turned to look at Torres.
"Can this thing be used as a bomb?"
"That's such a harsh statement!" The young man immediately screamed, "This is called a strategic weapon! Do you understand? Strategic--"
Xia Yibing didn't say anything. She was thinking about whether it was feasible.
In extreme situations, such as being surrounded and being at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, you can activate Torres's spirit and drag all enemies in the vicinity into a nightmare.
The Cybertron can eat up the nightmares that affect them, so the ranged attack that does not distinguish between friend and foe becomes a one-sided group control.
After regaining consciousness, he fired his gun randomly - they were all sitting ducks!
feasible!
Absolutely useful!
Torres soon discovered that Xia Yibing's eyes had changed when she looked at him.
It was no longer the scrutiny and disdain one would expect from a child, but more like an artillery officer seeing a brand new field gun with a caliber of more than 85mm, almost drooling.
"I also have citizenship. I warn you..." He couldn't help swallowing, "You have to get my consent... otherwise I won't cooperate with you..."
"Does Aisuen know?"
Xia Yibing turned around and asked the pink-haired nun.
"Yes, I told her before she left, and she specifically asked me to tell you again."
“……”Torres found that he was being ignored.
Ok.
He is a strategic weapon.
At least strategic weapons are important.
……
At 9:25, the procession surrounding the carriage stopped by the roadside. Ethan and Darent personally stepped forward to open the door and helped a delicate girl get out.
This girl was Hitzfeld.
She was not planning to act separately from Xia Yibing...it was not cost-effective.
The Mysterious Lord and Xia Ye Daogui, it seems that both of them have considerable martial arts skills, but they can only be considered complete when they come together.
Her mystery and long summer can blend together to turn it into a sharp ice blade. Ice needles surround the ice blade for the main attack, and the two can switch back and forth freely. As long as they are not evil gods, ordinary monsters cannot get close to them.
The celebration start time has been set, it is half past ten.
The group disguised themselves as nobles coming from the outer territory to congratulate. Ethan and Darent had already agreed to go to the bomb depot at ten o'clock.
As for Hitzfeld, she would arrive near the palace before ten o'clock to wait for the landing troops. But before that, she had to hurry up and deal with some of her personal affairs.
Teams of nobles were not uncommon in Iverria at this time. The restoration of the Plantagenet dynasty was a big event. For those small lords who had had enough of the turmoil, they wished they had a backbone to protect them.
So there were many teams of nobles coming to congratulate, and there were two more teams across the street.
People were used to this, but even so, countless eyes were attracted to Hitzfeld the moment she got off the car.
She wore a veil and a black dress with a waist, which was rare in tropical regions. The low and dark color made her look like a black swan in a duck skirt, which further highlighted her delicate figure and graceful posture.
Those who were close were lucky enough to see the glimpse of her black silk ankles as she lifted her skirt to get out of the car, and her black silk toes squeezed into her sandals. All of this was refreshing, just like drinking ice water in the hottest weather.
Unconsciously, people began to gather here. The guards disguised as sailors could not stop them, and Hitzfeld hurriedly entered the hotel under the guard.
The door closed, keeping the noise out, and Hitzfeld breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the nervous girl behind the bar.
"I think." She took off her veil, revealing half of her delicate face, "You are the Miss Grant they are talking about."
"I am..." Grant looked at her, a little dazed.
Pretty... that's secondary. The main thing is that it has an extremely ethereal and weird temperament.
It's so strange. I can clearly see her hair and the hem of her skirt, but I always feel like there's a layer of mysterious mist floating around her.
Is it an illusion?
still is……
With a chill in his heart, Ge Lan did not dare to delay and quickly went upstairs and brought down an elderly man.
"This is Mr. Aaron," Grant introduced. "He is the donkey cart driver who brought Mr. Cornerel here. His family all fled from the south."
She had already behaved very cautiously, and the old man named Aaron was simply terrified.
"This...I...ouch!"
He even tried to kneel down to the girl, because he knew that the person who could make the young proprietress of Lima Hotel so respectful was definitely not an ordinary person. And he, Old Aaron, had no power and influence, and there was really nothing he could give her except worthless dignity.
"unnecessary."
Hitzfeld stopped him, "I'm here for a personal matter. I just want to ask a few questions and then leave."
She said so, but the other two people here didn't dare to believe it.
To Aaron, a girl who looked like a princess came here specifically to question him, and he felt that he must be in big trouble.
Ethan had given Glenn a heads-up... She knew very well that this girl was not some noble princess, and her real identity was the leader of the Sara people. There could be no hidden reason why she specifically wanted to question Aaron.
But Hitzfeld seemed to be there for a real chat. She and Aaron sat down at a table and asked questions that seemed commonplace to Grant.
For example, "What did you do when you were in the South?"
For example, "Are you going out to sea? I mean the southeast waters."
Does this have anything to do with Ivanria’s predicament?
Glen was completely confused.
For a moment, she really believed the other party's words and thought that she was just asking about private matters.
"I was a fisherman when I was there!"
Aaron's attitude was very humble, especially when the girl threw out a purse and he saw that it was all dark gold inside. He... and Ge Lan, both of them breathed heavier.
"Our ancestors have lived in the Golinan Sea for generations. My family has always been fishermen, and sometimes we have to go fishing in the open sea."
He recalled, "We didn't want to go at first, but there were few fish near the coast! I don't know why... It's not possible inland either, there are no fish in the fresh water, and I don't know where all the fish in the rivers have gone!"
There is a hint of complaint in the tone, and indeed, it is very depressing.
"Have you ever been to Elsa Continent?" Hitzfeld asked softly.
"No, that place is completely covered in gray fog. They say there are monsters in the fog. We absolutely dare not go there..."
"You haven't been there, have you heard of anyone else being there?"
"This has!"
Aaron nodded.
"Some people... seem to be hired by the lord of that land. They try to cross the fjord to the other side from time to time."
"What are you going for?"
"I don't know! We are just the mud down there... The big guys won't tell us..."
"Look." Hitzfeld decided to ask in a different way. "Have you ever watched them go out to sea?"
"Have!"
"Have you ever encountered them coming back?"
"Have!"
"Can they come back?" Ge Lan couldn't help but interrupt.
In her opinion, this was simply courting death. Why would someone go to the gray fog area for no reason?
Tired of living?
"They can come back!" Old Aaron argued, "They can come back! Even though seven or eight out of ten teams will be lost, there will still be people who can come back!"
"When they come back, their condition and the things they bring are different."
Hitzfeld stared at his face. "Can you remember?"
"This... is a bit too far away..."
Old Aaron looked troubled.
"I'm 50 now, but that was when I was at least 17 or 8, and it happened years ago..."
Hitzfeld silently picked up the purse from the table and spilled the contents onto the table.
There was a crisp sound of jingling, and in addition to the flying and dancing Sera gold coins, there were also seven shining pink diamond gems.
This is an absolute treasure... A little morning light shone through the curtains, penetrated into the stone and refracted a brilliant light, almost blinding Aaron and Glenn.
Grant couldn't help swallowing.
