No matter how many conflicts there are among the travelers, they will be resolved because of the common sorrow.

Arthur and George sat at the bar in the entertainment room, drinking grape juice-flavored potion. After losing the vice-captain, George's overall momentum weakened a lot. After a brief greeting, he sat in the corner and asked the person in charge to treat the team.

The smuggler discussed the plan with Bucklington. "Are you okay? George. Except for Tarim, where are the cubs and the white-headed bears?"

George drank all the grape-flavored potion, "What's wrong? What you want to say is that you were taught a lesson by those moths flying in the sky? In fact, you should ask how Livlan is doing, of course.

When she was shot in the calf by an arrow, she shed tears for the first time in the battle. As for the others, I don’t know... Some people got separated, and some fell under the tree. I really don’t know what happened to them.

That’s it.”

Arthur looked at Livlan, who was sitting next to Christina and Docmundo, "The same is true for our two elf friends... Ambassador Shi Jieming's death was too sudden this time. The news we know came through there.

There are quite a few female elves. For example, the murderer took away an oil painting of the Elf King, and it was related to the relics of gods..."

George stopped drinking the potion, hugged Arthur, and said in a voice that could only be heard by two people: "Does everyone here know this news?"

Arthur nodded. He knew what George was guarding against. News involving God's relics is usually not a simple matter. "Everyone of us here basically knows, except for the goblin, and I also know where the specific relics involved are."

One piece is a branch that the elves brought out from the abyss. I remember the name is the branch of the original tree."

"Elf God? You are talking about the Elf King Gauth Aesop? He is the one we are looking for... What is the abyss? No, no, no, we will talk about these later. I want to tell you about a person. He is a brown-skinned man.

A bearded earth wizard, we got separated after we got to the central area of ​​the Elf Forest. He said he was from the Western Continent, but I don't know if it was true or not. I also wondered if it was Parrish's group.

"

Arthur did not learn more about wizards from Parrish, and he had no impression of this person, but George suddenly mentioned that this person must have his thoughts, "Did he tell you anything about it?"

What about the leftovers?”

"Yeah, let's talk about the rest after this time is over. I'm in a mess now, but the task is still the first priority. Mrs. Lily is still waiting for us to go back to see her. At this time, I hope we... It seems that I have no

Faith speaks such self-satisfied words.”

When he said these words, Arthur could obviously feel George's suppressed inner activities. At this time, all he could do was pat George on the shoulder. If he wanted to know more information, he could only find Livlan.

.Sitting next to the elves who were slowly getting to know each other, Arthur greeted Livlan, who was wearing a lot of bandages, in a friendly manner, "Teacher, long time no see."

This was the second time the two met outside Brighton after their conversation outside Lumby. The first meeting was too hasty, and now they meet in an extremely low mood. "Long time no see, Arthur,

I'm sorry that I'm not in the mood to catch up with you right now," Christina held Livlan's hand tightly. She was the elf who could best understand Livlan's feelings. Being betrayed by a fellow elf she had always trusted was tantamount to someone telling them that they

The ideas and beliefs we have learned since childhood are all wrong.

It seems that it is impossible to know what exactly happened to the Sixth Reconnaissance Team. I hope everything goes well... That night, when Arthur was lying on the guest room floor, he always saw Tarim covered in blood and the reconnaissance team who had only met him once.

Six teams of members made Arthur unable to sleep peacefully all night. He would always think of those people laughing in the Leonardo da Vinci Tavern or fighting against gang members. Even he cared so much about these familiar faces disappearing in the

How uncomfortable it would be for George to be by their side all the time. Arthur knew very well how much the real George valued friendship.

Even reaching Nozil City is so difficult. Will this kidnapping mission really be as easy as Bucherington's plan? As the sun was rising, Arthur closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

...

Walls Manor, Brighton City, the residence of Lord Edwards. Edwards leaned on the hand-carved velvet sofa with a smile, holding in his hand an encrypted telegram sent back from Nozil City one day ago.

, after being translated by analysts, Edwards received a piece of frontline news that satisfied him.

"Shi Jieming is dead. There are elves in the elves who have different intentions."

The fifteen short words in the telegram raised Edwards' mood to the peak. "Rastell, what do you think?"

Standing behind Lord Edwards is none other than Rastel, the vice-captain of the Bears team of the Arbitration Institute. Half of his face is covered with a tin mask. At this moment, his left hand has disappeared, replaced by a crab's large pincers.

After the mission to siege Parrish, Rastel had not appeared in the Arbitration Chamber for three months.

"This is a good time for the messenger to arrange for the elf clan's chess pieces to break out. It is also a good time to seize the branch for our god. As long as the elf clan wants to become the master of the southern continent, it will trigger a war against our city and the orc clan.

If there is a war, then they will reap the consequences."

"The true God will praise your idea, but I don't really like the way you talk. Are you still getting used to using your new arm?"

"Yes, Messenger, I have gradually become accustomed to the crab's attack method, which has greatly increased my combat effectiveness."

"But I don't think it looks good. Let's change it to wings this time." Edwards took out the pistol from his waist, aimed at Rastel's left arm shoulder, and pulled the bolt in Rastel's wild joy.

There was a soft bang, and blood splattered on Rastel's left arm.

Ignoring Rastel's wails of laughter on the ground, Edwards walked to the window and looked proudly at the bustling urban area in the distance. A gust of wind lifted him up under his feet. He was floating in mid-air at the moment, unlike many others.

Quemundo has been in a weak cyclone falling. This wind wizard changed the direction of the air flow around his body and flew in the air in a human body.

"I hope my chess pieces can give us more help. Now, just give the elves a little confidence and let them become the masters of the mainland for a short time. If they want the resources, just take them. I only need the branch."

.Now, it’s time to go to the Eastern Continent, and it’s time to gain more power in the ridiculous alliance of humans. Okay, come on, no matter if he is a god or a monster, I just want the world to

A little more chaos, just a little more chaos." Edwards grinned ferociously. At this moment, the Lord of Brighton City looked like a real monster, flamboyantly opening his arms to embrace the peaceful city in front of him.

...

Nozil City, 26 Nevada Street, Ground Floor.

Buchlinton felt a lot more relaxed. There was still one day left before the official start of the mission, and tomorrow was when the mission began. Early this morning, with the help of Oakley, he found the telegraph machine in an underground goblin club and successfully encrypted it.

The information was sent back to Brighton City, so that Brighton City would also be wary and prepared for the elves. Now they only need to focus on kidnapping Savali and threatening the goblins. Bucherington believes

Nowadays, there are only a few elves who have the idea of ​​betraying the alliance. Otherwise, their army would not need any excuse to retreat to protect their own elf farms, and they would just leave the Tari Plain regardless of the life or death of the human troops.

George and Arthur were almost inseparable after meeting. Today, George even took Arthur wearing a cloak to visit the Goblin Dock. It was also a good thing for the two brothers to relax before the mission. Buchlinton and Jace once again enjoyed the taste of ale beer.

Potion was playing a darts game as a bet. He had already hit the model's head with four darts in a row, while Jace only had three darts. This was his great opportunity.

Lagerdis was sitting in the corner of the recreation room floor, with a weird clown costume on his face. He stared at Oakley's every move while cooking with potions, and pointed at Oakley with his fingers as if he were holding a gun.

Here, close one eye and imitate the gunshot, "Puff".

Christina, who was happily chatting with Jielin, suddenly cast her eyes on Lagertis like usual, and found that he was as taciturn as usual, inconspicuous in the corner. She lowered her guard and continued chatting with Jielin about goblin decorations, but she didn't.
Chapter completed!